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Author's Note: Hello my wonderful readers!!!!!!! Well, this is the seventh chapter of Time Changes Everything!!! I really hope you like it!! Just to point out something really really important...Hermione is NOT pregnant! lol She is not pregnant. I say this because people keep asking me if she's pregnant. Yes, she's thrown up...twice! lol but that doesn't mean she's pregnant lol. Okay, now that I've said that...I hope you like this chapter!!!

Extra Note: This chappie might be a little bit short lol but I promise that the other ones will be longer and more meaningful lol



Hermione closed the bathroom door behind her and walked over to the sink. She took a deep breath and turned the water tab on, splashing cold water on her face. It surprised her to no end that she had fallen for Draco Malfoy the day of the field trip. It was just too much.

There was a knock on the door and Hermione froze. Letting out the breath she was holding, she opened the door. A red-haired girl with brown eyes stood by the door smiling at her. “Hey Ginny,” she breathed.

“Hey, Mione. What are you doing up here?” asked Ginny as she pulled Hermione out of the bathroom. “I hope you weren’t throwing up, because we know what that means.” She smirked at her. “You aren’t right?”

Hermione sighed and shook her head. “No, Gin. I’m not,” she muttered, wondering why on earth she could ever think she might be pregnant with Draco’s chi—wait! She already had two kids downstairs! Hermione mentally slapped herself before following Ginny down the stairs.

“Well, it’s a good thing you’re here, Mione. Mum wants every girl in the house to help with Harry’s party. Ugh! Seriously, you’d think she’d realize that we’re not little kids anymore. I mean, look at me!” said Ginny, pointing to her belly, which shocked Hermione.

“Ginny! You’re pregnant!” squeaked Hermione, her hand covering her mouth with disbelief.

Ginny rolled her eyes. “Yes, Mione. I’ve been pregnant for six months already! Merlin, what’s wrong with you?” she asked, furrowing her eyebrows. “You just reacted like this was the first time you found out about it.”

“You have no idea,” muttered Hermione as they walked into the living room.

“Finally you came down,” said Harry, smiling slightly. “Why’d you run away like that?” He furrowed his eyebrows. “Are you preg—?”

“Ugh! NO! I’m not pregnant!” yelled Hermione, annoyed that her friends would ever think of such a thing. She took a deep breath and looked over at Draco who was eyeing her weirdly. “I was just feeling a little light-headed so I went to go wet my face.” She rolled her eyes and followed Ginny into the kitchen.

“Oh, just so you know, Mione, Mackenzie is coming over, so please, don’t say anything rude to her while Ron’s around,” said Ginny, nodding her head. “You know how he gets if he hears you say stuff to her.”

Hermione was about to ask who Mackenzie was but decided against it. She’ll just have to find out herself when Mackenzie herself arrives at the Burrow. “Sure, uh, whatever,” she muttered, a little defeated.

Mrs. Weasley walked into the kitchen and beamed at the sight of Hermione. “I’ve been wondering where you’ve been,” she said as she went over to hug her. “It’s great to see you, Hermione.”

It took all the willpower in Hermione to not widen her eyes in shock at the sight of Mrs. Weasley. Her once red hair was now faded with some gray hairs and her face looked much older with a pair of glasses on it. “It’s great to see you too, Mrs. Weasley,” she managed to say. She turned to Ginny. “Um, want to go for a walk?”

“Sure, I think my big ugly feet can manage a walk with my best friend,” she said, grinning at Hermione before looking at Mrs. Weasley. “We won’t be long.”

Hermione and Ginny walked outside from the kitchen door. “So, what’s been going on in your ‘wonderful’ life?” asked Ginny, smiling at her. They began to walk around the house until they reached some woods in front of the house. “Having the greatest time of your life with the Draco Malfoy?”

“I was hoping you’d tell me,” muttered Hermione, screwing up her face a little. “I, uh, haven’t been myself lately. I mean, I have, but today…is different.” She looked sideways at Ginny. “Is this weird?”

Ginny furrowed her eyebrows. “How is it different…for you?” she asked. “You’ve been acting perfectly normal, Mione. I don’t understand what you’re trying to say.”

Hermione bit her bottom lip nervously. She was scared of telling her best friend that she was from the past and the Hermione she was now, is not the Hermione Ginny knew. “Well, um, when I woke up this morning, I was…not myself,” she said, finally deciding to tell her best friend part of the problem.

“What do you mean?” asked Ginny, getting more confused by the second.

Hermione’s head drooped and her shoulders slumped. “I don’t know if I should tell you this,” she mumbled. “It’s really hard to say.” She sighed and looked up at her red-haired friend. “I’m from the pa—”

“Hermione! Gabby wants to go to the bathroom and she wants you to go with her!” came Draco’s voice from the doorway of the kitchen.

“I’ll be right there!” yelled Hermione before turning around to face Ginny. “I’ve got to go with Gabby, but…can we finish this later?” she asked hopefully.

Ginny smiled and nodded. “Sure, Mione. We’ll finish this later,” she said. “Now you better attend to Gabby. She might have a little ‘accident’.” She chuckled at this part before pushing Hermione slightly towards the door.

Hermione carried Gabrielle and walked with her up the stairs. “So, what is it? Number one or number two?” she asked, jokingly. They reached the first landing and began to walk down the hallway.

Gabrielle laughed. “Mummy! I can’t tell you that! It’s nasty!” she squeaked, grinning at her. “Number one,” she said after a while, making Hermione laugh. They entered the bathroom and Hermione seated her on the toilet seat.

“I’ll turn around for you,” said Hermione, smiling at the little girl. She turned around and waited patiently for her daughter. She chuckled slightly when she heard Gabrielle humming softly to herself. “You done yet, sweetie?”

“Almost,” came Gabrielle’s voice. “Now I am.” Hermione heard a flush and she turned around to fix Gabrielle’s skirt. “Mummy, are we going to stay here for the night?” she asked.

Hermione nodded. “Yeah, we are, sweetie. Tomorrow is Harry’s birthday,” she said, carrying Gabrielle again. “You’re a great daughter, did I ever tell you that?” She smiled at the little girl in her arms.

Gabrielle giggled. “Every day, mummy,” she muttered, wrapping her arms around her neck. “I love you, mummy.” She gave Hermione a kiss on the cheek and smiled. Hermione fought the urge to cry right then and there.

“I love you too, sweetheart,” she whispered as she walked down the stairs with Gabrielle in her arms. Hermione looked around and spotted Draco sitting on the couch with Derek. She gave a slight smile and walked over to them. “I’m going back to the house to get clothes for the kids.”

Draco looked up. “For what?” he asked, a little perplexed.

Hermione rolled her eyes. “We’re staying for the night, remember? Anyways, I’m going back to get some clothes. I’ll be back in a bit,” she said as she placed Gabrielle in Draco’s lap. She turned around but came face to face with Ron.

“You have clothes upstairs, Mione,” he said, raising an eyebrow at her. “You know you don’t have to go back to your house.” He shook his head at her before sitting down next to Derek. “Your mum is losing it today, D,” he muttered.

Derek sniggered. “She always does when dad kisses her,” he whispered, though it was useless because Draco and Hermione had heard every word. “Oopsie.” He looked up at them and smiled innocently. “Did I say that too loud?”

“Yeah,” said Draco and Hermione in unison.

Ron and Derek laughed. “Well, then I’ve done my job because it’s true,” said Derek, smirking at his parents. “I’m going to go play now. This is getting weird.” Giving Ron a high five, he slid off the couch and ran into the kitchen where Mr. Weasley was.

Ron looked up at Hermione. “Wow. Who would have thought it? Your own flesh and blood embarrassing you,” he said, grinning at her. “This just keeps getting better and better. I wonder what Derek would do when he gets older.”

“He won’t be a Skirt Chasing Cad like his father, that’s for sure,” replied Hermione before she could stop herself. She swallowed hard and looked down at Draco who was staring up at her with raised eyebrows.

“And Gabrielle won’t be a Polly Preppy Pants like her mother,” he replied, smirking at her. His icy blue eyes bore into her chocolate brown ones. He chuckled and patted the seat next to him. “Take a seat, Mione,” he said, smiling at her. “You’ve been walking around a lot.”

Hermione made a face at him before taking a seat next to him. “So, what do you think about ‘this’ so far?” she whispered in his ear. “Any clues as to how we got here?” She looked at him hopefully.

“Not here, Granger. People already think we’re mental,” he muttered in her ear. “We’ll talk about this later.” He gave her a slight nod before resuming his talk with Harry who was sitting across from them.


Hermione gently placed a sleeping Gabrielle into a small twin bed in what used to be Fred and George’s room. She sighed and looked over her shoulder to see Draco putting a sleepy Derek into bed as well. She smiled and put the covers over her sleeping daughter.

Draco stared down at Derek and swallowed the huge lump in his throat. He would never have thought that he could love someone so much without knowing them well enough. He sighed and turned around to face Hermione. “Where should we go?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

Hermione shrugged. “I dunno. I guess outside would be good. It’ll make it a lot easier to talk without worrying about who’s coming down the stairs or something,” she whispered, looking at the two small people sleeping on the beds. “Let’s go.”

Draco followed Hermione down the stairs and outside, but only to be greeted by the chilly night air. They walked around the house until they came upon a fallen tree trunk. “It’s crazy, isn’t it?” he asked, once they settled themselves on the trunk. “This whole situation and us trying to fit in without making it seem suspicious…it’s crazy.”

“Yeah, it is, but what are we going to do about it? We’ve got to know how we got here. I mean, the way Harry and Ron talked about us, it makes it look like we really did like each other. It’s scary,” said Hermione quietly as she looked up at the starry sky.

Draco furrowed his eyebrows. “I know. Everything seems to be going back to that field trip to ‘Castles n’ Coasters’. Something must’ve happened that day to make us…you know,” he said, looking uncertainly at Hermione. “I mean, I don’t remember anything ‘strange’ happening when we were together. Did you?”

Hermione shook her head. “No. All we did was go to that stupid fortune teller booth where it told me that I was going to end up with you,” she said, looking down at her hands. “What in the bloody hell happened that day?”

Draco shrugged. “I have no idea. But whatever it was, we have to find out sooner or later. I don’t know about you, but if this is us in the future, I want to know how we ended up tog—”

“Draco, please stop,” said Hermione miserably. She looked up at him. “We both know that this isn’t real. We aren’t real. Somebody messed with us and we are now probably stuck in some fake future. I mean, think about it. Do you really think that we would ever end up together?” she asked, smiling sadly at him.

Draco looked away. “Never in a million years,” he responded distantly. “But we still have to figure out how we got here. If you want to go back to the past or our present where we are not married and have kids, I suggest you start thinking of good explanations,” he said, his voice sounding as cold as ever.

Hermione sighed and slumped slightly. After a few minutes of silence she sat up straight. “Do you think that the war is over?” she asked, looking sideways at Draco. “Everyone seems perfectly normal, well Harry isn’t, but what’s new? He’s always worried…but the rest of them? They seem perfectly fine and don’t seem to be afraid of anything.”

Draco shrugged. “Beats me, Granger. We just got here and if we ask those questions, they’ll think something’s up and I do not want to ruin my reputation with something as ridiculous as this,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest.

“No one would know about this, stupid. We’re in the future. I don’t think the old Harry would know what you said in the future,” said Hermione rolling her eyes. “We are never going to solve this if you don’t want to risk your ‘reputation’.”

Draco made a face. “Well excuse me for being myself,” he said, smirking at her. A sudden breeze overcame them and he looked sideways at Hermione. She was wrapping her arms over herself and her lips were quivering slightly. “Um, we should get inside before you freeze to death.” He stood up and pulled Hermione up after. “We’ll talk more when we find out some concrete hints,” he said as he wrapped an arm around her and dragged her towards the Burrow, ignoring the confused look on Hermione’s face.

They stepped quietly into the bedroom where Derek and Gabrielle were sleeping in. Hermione looked from the two twin beds in each corner and to the Queen sized bed in the center. She bit her lip nervously when she realized what that meant.

“I guess I’ll go sleep on the couch downstairs,” said Draco after a few seconds as he grabbed his pillow.

Placing a hand on his arm, Hermione shook her head. “The bed’s big enough for both of us. The children are going to wake up tomorrow and are going to realize you’re gone. They’ll probably think we’re fighting…again,” she said, smiling slightly.

“You sure?” asked Draco, arching an eyebrow. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to sleep in the same bed as Hermione. It would probably be better than sleeping alone downstairs on a hard couch.

“Yeah, I’m sure,” replied Hermione, nodding her head slightly. She smiled as she pulled back the comforter on her side of the bed. Draco let out a sigh before crawling in on his side of the bed. “Good night…Draco.” She turned her back to him.

“Good night,” whispered Draco as he too turned his back to her.

After a few minutes, Draco turned his head to look at Hermione’s back. He shook his head and turned back to face a sleeping Derek a few feet away from him before he closed his eyes and drifting to sleep. He didn’t notice Hermione do the same thing a few minutes later before she too fell asleep.


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