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They were closely approaching The King's Cross Station. Hermione and Harry were sitting together, Harry's arm over Hermione's shoulder. They were looking at each other, just looking, and that was enough.

"This has been a great year, Harry," Said Hermione. "Because of you."

"I feel the same," Harry said. "But I know I have to go back to the Dursley's."

"They are your guardians, right?"

"Yeah, but they do a lazy job at it," Harry said.

"They don't mistreat you do they?" Hermione asked.

"Well…" Harry started.

"Harry!"

"Alright, alright," Harry nodded his head. "They don't treat me right, okay." Harry frowned. "I'm used to it though, it's fine."

"No, it's not fine," Hermione said. "We have to tell somebody!"

"We?" Harry asked. "There is no, 'we', in this. You don't need to be involved, Mione. I'm fine."

"Well, it's just, I really care about you…"

"I know you do Hermione, but I don't need any help with this. I AM FINE!"

Hermione looked suddenly scared, she pushed his arm away, gave a gruff look, then crossed her arms and looked at the mountains passing by. "Just… wanted… to… help…" Hermione said, barely a whisper.

"Hermione," Harry said. "I didn't mean to make you upset."

"How do I know for sure?" She asked.

"Because I care about you too, Hermione!" Harry exclaimed. "I love you, Hermione Jean Granger!" They were now getting weird stares from everybody near their compartment. Harry was getting ready to tell someone off when, there was a flash of blinding white light, and they were suddenly in a cold, blank, white room.

"It's destiny, Harry." Mallory explained. "It all has to do with destiny."

"What are you talking about?" Harry asked.

"You were not destined to be with Hermione, no. Not at all." He said.

"What's that supposed to mean?!" Hermione shouted, angry.

"It means you were not destined to be, can I be any clearer?" He said.

"What is this about 'destiny'? My 'destiny' is to destroy Lord Voldemort, correct?" Harry asked as Mallory flinched at the mention of a certain name.

"Well defeating You-Know-Who is part of it, yes, but you are destined to be with this girl," Mallory said, pointing to a picture that appeared in mid-air, getting pinned to a magically invisible wall. "Ginny Weasley."

"That's crazy!" Harry exclaimed. "Who in their right mind could imagine THAT happening," (Hehehe.) Harry said.

"Well, that's how destiny works," Mallory said. "Now, Hermione, did you keep your Time Turner?"

"How do you know about that?" She asked.

"Do you have it?" He asked, more seriously.

"Okay, okay," Hermione said. "I kept it for fun."

"That really sounds like YOU, Hermione," Harry said, jokingly. She slugged him in the arm.

"Now, you two need to go to the first time you met," Mallory started. "Harry, you need to be late to the station, okay?"

"I guess so, but-"

"Now, Hermione, don't talk to Harry until your at least a quarter of the way there, got it?"

"I guess… but what does this have to do with-"

"Now, Harry, you need to ask Mrs. Weasley how to get to Platform 9 ¾, no exceptions."

"Okay, Mr. Croaker," Harry said. "But how does this have anything to do with-"

"Most importantly, Harry, you NEED to befriend a boy named Ron Weasley."

"No!" Harry almost shouted. "I mean, erm, why not somebody else?"

"Oh, well," Mallory said. "My papers show you could have good outcomes with Draco Malfoy."

"Okay, Ron's fine, but what does this have anything to do with me and-"

"Goodbye!" Mallory shouted. "Your brains will be wiped, so your instructions can only be heard through your inner-subconscious core."

Then they were dropped through the floor, entering their doom, and a sad end to their relationship.

NOTE: I WILL write more, though with school, it may be awhile before the next chapter is released, please bear with me, once again.