Hi, sorry I have been a while posting, but I had that pesky writers block and then realised I had too many stories (lol). That and school work. Ok, I have decided to finish this story first and I'm not too far from it. I hope this chapter explains a few things. Enjoy.

Chapter Twelve

Love or Hate

The next evening found Ginny and Hermione lounging in front of the fire in the Gryffindor common room. "So how come no-one noticed that you were the same person?" Ginny asked as she looked at her friend, twirling some of her red hair.

"I suppose it's because it was Physically impossible. Humans have a remarkable ability to ignore the impossible. I mean look at Muggles who have seen a wizard disappear. At least one of them has had to notice people running at a wall and disappearing at Kings Cross." Hermione sighed.

"So you mean that they dismissed the fact it was you because you had just left and couldn't physically be eleven again? That and you had a different surname?" Ginny summed up. Hermione nodded. "Exactly. If you didn't know, would you believe it?"

Ginny shook her head. "Now you mention it, probably not." Hermione grinned. "Precisely." Ginny giggled and led further back on the sofa. "That Dementor attack was bad wasn't it?" She asked, changing the subject. Hermione sighed sadly. "I fear it is going to get a lot worse."

Ginny rolled over so she faced her much older friend. "You really think so?" She asked worriedly. Hermione nodded. "Grindewald was the same. As were the five other Dark Lords I have seen in my time." She replied. Ginny groaned. "Seriously, these Dark Lords really need to be more original. They all seem to hate Muggleborns and want to rule the Wizarding world."

Hermione chuckled. "Actually, One of them was a Muggleborn and wanted to kill the Purebloods. He wanted them wiped out and to rule both worlds. Needless to say, the older families wiped him out with some of the old magic that has been lost through the ages." She told Ginny.

Ginny gaped at her and the shook her head. "Mad. So, what was your happy memory? Mine was sitting in front of the fire with Harry basking in our love." She said, her voice sounding wistful. Hermione just frowned. "You wouldn't believe me."

Draco Malfoy sat in his own common room raging in front of the fire. "I just felt so useless!" He spat, kicking one of the chairs. "Stuck in here while our classmates fought for their lives." Pansy sighed and watched Draco from Blaise's lap.

"You know the Dark Lord turned up. If he saw us fighting on the side of the light he would have killed up. Dumbledore was just trying to protect us." Pansy told the pacing blonde. Draco swore under his breath. "What could we do anyway? We can't conjure patronuses that well, after our childhoods." Blaise agreed.

Draco threw himself into his seat. "But I just wanted to help her…I mean them." He told his friends. Blaise and Pansy's eyes lit up. "Her? Oh, Draco, you have a crush!" Pansy squealed. "Who is it?"

Draco muttered something that neither Pansy or Blaise heard. "You'll have to speak up mate." Blaise grinned. "I don't have a crush on her. I just…I don't know." Draco argued. "Who is it?" Blaise asked.

Hermione sighed and ran a hand through her curls. "Okay, the other night I was talking to Harry when Draco Malfoy came in. His eyes were finally opened to Harry's life. We talked for hours." She paused and smiled softly.

"I felt so happy with him, content. But my stomach was in knots as well, and I couldn't stop thinking about him for hours after." Hermione finished.

"It was wonderful. I just loved talking to her so much." Draco concluded. Pansy and Blaise exchanged a look. "You love her." Pansy stated.

"You love him." Ginny stated, her eyes alight with excitement. At that exact same moment in two different parts of the castle a shout of a single word was heard. "WHAT!"

"I can't love Granger, Gryffindor, whatever her name is!" Draco spat. "I hate her." Blaise chuckled at his friend's distress. "There is a thin line between Love and Hate Draco." He replied wisely.

Hermione put her head in her hands. "I knew it was going to happen. I just wanted to block it all out, denial." She muttered. "How?" Ginny asked curiously. "The Prophesy said I had to love a Dark Dragon with a Dark Lineage. Draco Malfoy, raised into the Dark Arts and born to a family who have served Dark Lords for centauries." Hermione replied.

In the Dungeons, Pansy's mind was working fast. "Be right back." She exclaimed, suddenly leaping up and running to her dorm. The two boys exchanged confused looks.

Pansy arrived back with a piece of parchment. "Gryffindor wasn't the only one to copy the Prophesy. You are destined to love her, Draco. It is written. See?" She announced, handing the paper to Draco who read it over a couple to times to make sure that what Pansy claimed was true. "Bloody hell!"

Please Read and Review. I hope you liked this chapter. I know its short but the next chapter is coming right up.