A/N: Surprise! I've finished the sequel to this story and it got me all excited so I've decided to post 2 chapters today! I've also realized how short my chapters are so I may just start posting two at a time. I'm too lazy to reformat the whole story. I also wrote a completely different story that I'm thinking of posting soon. It's a Draco/OC romance. It's friends to lovers (I know I know boring, but that's just how it came out). I'm having trouble coming up with a title so I'm not sure when I'll actually post it. Anywho, happy reading!

-Steph

p.s. idk why they require you to do this but I don't own Harry Potter or its characters. I think it's common knowledge that none of us fanfic writers do.

P.p.s. Also if anyone comes up with any fan art I'd love to see it! I may even post the links in the chapters!

"Great Godric, what was THAT?"

Hermione lifted herself up, trying to overcome the nausea that had settled in her stomach.

"I guess it was a portkey?" Draco opened the book again, still empty, but at least they were able to stay put.

"I don't think so, I wasn't touching it, or you, but here I am."

"Just can't seem to get rid of you, can I, Granger?" He shot her one of his signature smirks, only to be met with her rolling her eyes at him.

"Where are we this time anyway? This place seems familiar, but I just can't pinpoint it."

Draco's eyes widened in realization. "Oh Salazar."

"What now?"

"We're at the Manor." He looked over just in time to see Hermione's face pale, only to hear an eerily familiar voice coming from behind them.

"DRACO LUCIUS MALFOY, get off that broom and get in the house this instant! It's time to meet your mother for dinner, and you better not be covered in filth!"

Then, going right through them as if they were ghosts, Lucius Malfoy storms through the room and slams the door behind him.

"What just happened?" Hermione was frozen in place, unable to believe that Lucius was here. Wasn't he supposed to be in Azkaban?

Draco straightened, his face relaxing just slightly. "I think we're in the past."

"The past?! Like time travel?"

"Maybe, I remember this day. I had gotten the broom for my birthday. It was my first time riding it, and I didn't want to go to some fancy dinner my mother had planned for my birthday. My father wouldn't have that, though. No son of his was going to waste away his time on a broom when he could be whining and dining potential business partners, even at a 6-year-old's birthday dinner."

Hermione looked at him in shock. "How sad! You were just a child you should've been able to celebrate how you wanted"

He sneered at her, "I don't need your pity granger!"

She huffed and crossed her arms, the next moment once again feeling that tugging feeling in her stomach.

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"How many times are we going to do this? I'm dangerously close to losing my breakfast." Draco stood and looked around.

They were in a small bedroom with a single bed, covered in purple. There were 3 bookshelves, each shelf bowing from the weight of way too many books. There were also children's toys scattered about. Hermione laughed as she picked up plastic fairy wand, the irony not escaping her as she gave it a "swish and flick". Suddenly the door burst open, with little 6 year old hermione running and slamming herself into her bed, sobbing into the pillows.

Draco had a confused look and hermione felt she had to explain, even if she thought he didn't want to hear it. "It was my first bout of accidental magic. One of the girls at school had made fun of my teeth and called me a beaver. I was so angry papers started flying. Thank Godric my teacher was a squib, she was able to cover for me for the most part, but after explaining to me and my parents why that happened I felt like even more of a freak."

Draco shoved his hands into his pockets, unsure how to respond. He had never thought of that before. Thinking you were completely normal one day then turns out you can do stuff other people can't, and you don't know to control it. It seemed quite scary to him to be honest.

What hermione said next jerked him from his thoughts. "I think I know why we're here."

"Why's that?"

"I think we're walking through each other's memories, maybe to get a better understanding of each other. Like Freaky Friday."

"What's freaky Friday?"

"Muggle movie"

"What's a movie?"

"Ugh never mind"