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A/N can be found at the end.

"Bloody hell, Malfoy!" Hermione exclaimed, groaning as the boy in question walked ahead of her. "We have to patrol the hallways together, in case that fact slipped your mind. Again."

Malfoy rolled his eyes. "Please, Granger, I could finish rounds quicker if you would bugger off. More efficiently, too, if I do say so myself."

Hermione had to fight the urge to roll her eyes. "Too bad McGonagall stressed how much of a group effort this is since we're, I don't know, still in a semi-dangerous post-war era?" She walked ahead of Malfoy, eager to end her Head's duties for the night and get away from him.

"Why do you have to bring up that bloody war every chance you get, Granger? It's over. You and every other self-righteous 'war hero' in this bloody castle need to just get over it."

Hermione had to bite her lip to refrain from saying something immature and crude. It has been five and a half months since the second wizarding war ended, and most were still not over it. Hermione couldn't even look at Ron or Ginny without seeing grief over the loss of Fred still lingering in their eyes. Most of the students who fought in the war were just now beginning to move on from that dark part of their lives. Hermione considered herself, Malfoy, and all the other returning "eighth years" lucky to be allowed to finish their final year of schooling, especially since most of them had helped destroy the school during the war. She tried to be thankful, she really did, but Malfoy sometimes made that so very difficult.

"It's not something one can easily 'get over', Malfoy." Hermione said calmly, balling her hands into fists. "Of course, I'm sure it's very easy for you. All you lost was your precious Dark Lord, am I correct?"

Malfoy grabbed Hermione's arm and forced her to turn around, something inside of him "You're not the only one who lost something during the war!" He exploded, anger clouding his stormy gray eyes. "My family basically lost everything, Granger, don't you bloody even think about saying we didn't suffer, too."

Hermione's pity for him almost outweighed her anger. Almost."Whatever, Malfoy!" She said, exasperated, pulling her arm out of his grasp and continued walking down the hall. "We have to finish this floor, and then McGonagall said she wanted us to patrol the edge of the Forbidden Forest. Then we will be done for the night." Malfoy didn't reply.

The two Heads remained quiet as they finished patrolling the first floor, walking towards the front doors of the school. It was quiet outside, the late October night chilly. Hermione subconsciously rubbed her arms for warmth as she and Malfoy walked towards the Forbidden Forest. As they neared the edge, Malfoy spoke up. "Do you see that, Granger?"

Hermione glanced at him. "See what?"

"That," He said again, pointing into the forest, where one could just barely see a faint, blue light. It ebbed on very slowly, as if it were searching for something lurking within the forest.

"Huh," Hermione said quietly, stopping in her tracks. "What do you think it is?"

Malfoy shrugged. "I was hoping you would know." He paused for a moment, and then continued walking right into the forest.

"Malfoy!" Hermione called, running after him. "What the bloody hell do you think you're doing? You don't know what's in there, we could get -"

"Oi, can it, Granger," Malfoy interrupted her. "I just want to see what it is."

Hermione huffed, but followed him deeper into the forest. "If we get caught inside the forest, Malfoy, and I lose House points or get detention because of you, I swear tp Godric I'll turn you into a bloody ferret and make sure you can never return to your human form."

"Oh, so frightening," Malfoy said sarcastically, not paying any attention to her threats. "Besides, we won't get in trouble. Head Boy and Girl can get away with murder."

Hermione rolled her eyes, but didn't question him. The trees were becoming fewer and far between, the path fading from a smooth, dirt walk into regular, grassy ground. Hermione shivered, glancing over her shoulder. The full moon in the sky illuminated the entire forest, casting shadows on trees and bushes and making the entire thing more frightening. Hermione stayed close to Malfoy, too frightened to turn around and walk back through the forest alone.

"I feel like someone's watching us," She murmured to Malfoy, refusing to turn around when she heard a crunch somewhere behind them.

He nodded slowly. "Probably just one of the creatures that lives here. We're almost there."

Dread spread throughout Hermione's gut. She began walking quicker, eager to reach this light Malfoy seemed to be so infatuated with and return to the safety of the castle. The light got brighter as they neared it, until they were standing nearly right in front of it.

"What is it?" Hermione asked quietly, staring at the light in awe. Draco didn't answer.

The blue light was a sphere almost too bright to look at, making Hermione and Draco squint. Mini flashes of lightning, like sparks of electricity, shot out and around the sphere, and it slowly began spinning towards them. The wind picked up, blowing around Draco and Hermione, causing a roar so loud Hermione was half certain everyone at the castle would be able to hear it. Hermione took a step back as the the sphere got closer to them. She reached out for Malfoy's arm, pulling him back with her. "Malfoy!" She yelled over the roar of the wind. "Malfoy! We need to get out of here! Now!"
As if coming out of a trance, Malfoy grabbed her arm and turned around, running from the light. Hermione ran as fast as she could, trying to put as much space between herself and the electric light as possible.

She felt a tickling sensation behind her and glanced over her shoulder, and felt her heart sink into her stomach when she saw the light right behind her, the little sparks of electricity moving to wrap around her. "Malfoy!"

Malfoy turned, and suffered the same fate. Little lightning bolts wrapped their way around his body, pulling he and Hermione farther and farther into the depths of the sphere.

That bright blue light was the last thing Hermione saw before everything faded to black.

"'Mione, dear, Draco! Time to wake up!"

Hermione slowly opened her eyes, squinting in the morning light. She pulled the blankets back, and immediately felt off. She sat up, looking around for her wand, panic rising within her when she couldn't find it. She got out of the bed and looked around the room, and didn't recognize where she was. Where am I? Where's my wand? Where's Malfoy?

Hermione walked over to the door and opened it slowly, walking out into the hall. There was one other door in the hall she was in, a silver plaque with "DRACO" written on it in the middle of the door. She opened the other door and quickly closed it behind her, sighing with relief when she saw a familiar pointed face peeking out from beneath the blankets. She walked over to the bed and started shaking him, trying to wake him up. "Malfoy. Malfoy, wake up."

She paused, touching her throat. Has my voice always been that high? Hermione shook her head, ignoring it and going back to waking up Malfoy.

Finally, the boy in question groaned, throwing his blankets off and getting out of bed. "Honestly, Granger, if you have nothing better to do than wake me up at the bloody crack of dawn-"

Hermione froze in horror as she looked at the boy standing in front of her. "Malfoy.. is, that you..?"

He scoffed, still not looking at her. "Of course it's me, Granger, who else would it be?"

"Malfoy, I think you need to look in a mirror..."

Hermione could almost hear him roll his eyes. "Why?"

"Trust me, Malfoy."

Something in her voice told Malfoy he needed to do as she said. He moved to the wardrobe in the corner of the room, opening it and staring at the mirror behind the door, and was rendered speechless. He wasn't the eighteen-year-old Malfoy heir anymore. His hair was brown and curly, and he couldn't have been any older than eleven. He most certainly did not look like a Malfoy.

Hermione joined him by the mirror, unsurprised to see that she was younger again, too. They looked the same as they had the first day the met, save for Draco's hair.

A scratching at the window tore their gazes away from the mirror. Hermione opened the window, allowing the owl to drop it's delivery and fly away. Hermione picked it up, eyes wide, and looked back at Malfoy.

"Malfoy..." She said, tossing him the parchment. "I don't think we're in 1998 anymore..."

Malfoy looked at the parchment in his hands, recognizing it as The Daily Prophet. The date in the corner, however, couldn't have been right. It couldn't possibly be...

July 31, 1938.

A/N: Helllllo! :-) So, I've been playing around with the idea of this for a while now, and I finally decided to put it into words, this first chapter is very short compared to how I plan for the other chapters to go. I know what I want to happen with this, but I'm still unsure of how many chapters it will be... and I cannot guarantee quick updates, but I'm going to try to be quick with them.

Oh yeah and HI FELLOW TOMIONE SHIPPERS lol sorry I had to. Tomione is honestly my favorite ship. Tom won't appear for a few chapters, but I can guarantee you that in this story Tomione is endgame. So don't freak out about the lack of Tom for now! I promise he'll be there once the story gets going!

Also if there's anything you think I should change, ass, etc., please let me know! I love constructive criticism. :-)

-Kate