A/N: I updated so soon! I am so proud of myself! XD. Anyway, thanks for reading so far. It really spurs me on to see people enjoying a story by me!

Chapter Four.

Sarah, Han, Hermione and Draco froze as the fire roared. A well-polished black leather boot stepped out, a cloak with a gold buckle next, a gold-tasseled black bag, then a well-combed long blonde head.

"Uh oh," Draco whimpered.

The figure looked up, revealing a beautiful, aristocratic face. Straightening, she smiled graciously and said, "Hello. I'm incredibly sorry for this unexpected arrival, but my husband insisted, so I'm afraid there was no time for an owl." She then gave Draco a commanding look.

He straightened hurriedly and introduced, "Mother, Hermione. Hermione, Narcissa Malfoy. Han and Sarah, my mother."

Han was first to recover and said, holding out his hand, "Pleased to meet you, Mrs. Malfoy."

Shaking it, Narcissa smiled and said, "It's my pleasure. You too, Mrs. Granger," she added, shaking Sarah's hand.

"Please, call us Sarah and Han," Sarah added cheerfully.

"Then, call me Narcissa," Narcissa replied.

"I have this strangest feeling I've seen you before!" Han said.

"The feeling's mutual," Sarah added.

"This is weird," Draco whispered to Hermione. "My mother's being polite to Muggles!"

"I heard that," Narcissa warned Draco.

"She seems nice," Hermione whispered back to him.

"Thank you, dear," Narcissa beamed brightly at Hermione. She blushed. "Well, may I join in your conversation?"

"Oh, yes, that'd be perfect," Sarah grinned. "We were talking about the most exciting thing that happened to us during our childhood, ten years or younger. It's Draco's turn," she added.

"Oh, perfect," Narcissa said. "I have just the thing for Draco!"

"One day Lucius and I decided to show Draco a Muggle playground. However, Lucius was occupied, so I invited Pansy and her family along. Her mom had an office appointment, though, so her dad brought her along.

"We went to a huge playground, and Draco was so excited he barely held my hand the entire trip and spent it running around with Pansy. There, they played for perhaps ten minutes when they met another girl."

"I have a bad feeling about this," Draco muttered.

"I have the strangest feeling of déjà vu," Hermione murmured. "And it's not from today."

"Anyway," Narcissa continued, " they played for three hours, and became the best of friends. Of course, it didn't last, as we had to go back home for dinner. Mr. Parkinson and me went over to talk to the girl's parents as the three played some more."

Han interrupted with a polite cough. "Excuse me, but the story you're telling is rather like the one that happened to Hermione."

"Really?" Narcissa cut in excitedly.

Draco and Hermione blushed, and part-hoped it wasn't true.

"Except for…" Sarah began.

Please don't say it, Draco thought desperately. Don't! Don't!

"In my story, the boy…"

DON'T! DON'T! DON'T!

"…kisses Hermione on the cheek! Isn't that so sweet?" Sarah gushed.

"Well," Narcissa beamed, "Maybe I just missed it! Well, the girl my son made friends with had brown hair in two high pigtails…she was cuter than Pansy that is for sure. I always thought Pansy was too obsessed with fashion, a trait passed down from her mother, I'm sure. She was dressed in lime green tights and a white blouse tied in a knot at one side! How horrible!"

"I'm sure they are the same event! That is exactly the same hideous outfit I remember!" Sarah said excitedly.

"Well then," Narcissa said slowly, as all three adults turned to look at Draco and Hermione, "You HAVE met before! And…" their gazes switched to Draco, "You! You…"

"Yeah, yeah," Draco muttered, redder than you could possibly imagine.

The adults looked at Hermione.

"What?" she asked defensively, though she was a red as a tomato.

The three adults had matching crazy grins on their faces, though Draco knew that usually wasn't a sight on his mother.

"You probably are soul mates!" Narcissa and Sarah squealed simultaneously.

Both the teenagers were mortified.