Hermione brushed herself off and linked arms with Malfoy. Malfoy looked surprised, but then shrugged and let her stay by his side. The warm source of heat next to him was new and not unwelcome. He felt the faint ghost of a smile curve upwards on his sculpted lips.


As they were walking out of the library, McGonagall appeared, flustered, dark wisps of hair flying out from underneath her hat. She turned beet red when she saw them together. “Ah, Ms. Granger!” she stammered, “Mr. Malfoy! Just the people I wanted!” She advanced quickly towards them and Hermione stayed firmly by Malfoy’s side. Malfoy for some reason liked it- Gryffindor loyalty, he thought. Loyalty to him? For what?


“Why did you want us, Professor?” Hermione looked up, the definition of innocence. Malfoy smirked as he imagined Hermione getting in trouble for the library. Oh the irony.


“Dumbledore he wants to a-a-ask you something,” she stuttered, as if she couldn’t believe what she was saying. She muttered about “danger” or something of the sort under her breath.


Hermione looked relieved. “Well, that’s it then? Can we come after school?”


McGonagall shook her head forcefully. “It must be now, quickly. Quickly now.”  She rambled on and on about how smart Dumbledore was, but it sounded like she was trying to convince herself.

Hermione glanced at Malfoy. His face was blank, but she could imagine the thoughts rolling inside him. She guessed they were similar to hers. Why was McGonagall acting so strange? Why did Dumbledore need to see them immediately? Was he going to give a severe punishment for the library? But why? They had fixed the door, after all…


Malfoy suddenly leaned down to her ear, his sweet misty smell filling her nose. She felt faint as his smooth lips brushed her ear with every word. “We deny everything,” he whispered.


Hermione nodded and they followed McGonagall down the hall and up the staircase to Dumbledore’s office. Dumbledore sat inside, his hands folded calmly.


“Take a seat,” he commanded gently.


Hermione unlinked her arm from Malfoy’s and drew a plush red seat closer and sat down. Malfoy did the same and gave her a slow, reassuring wink.


“Don’t you love this furniture? New, simply the best… anyway I wanted to see you.”


Malfoy quizzically lifted a slender eyebrow and Hermione stifled a laugh.


Dumbledore frowned. “This is no laughing matter, Ms. Granger. This is grave, grave indeed.”


“Grave to us?” Hermione asked.


“Mayhaps. It depends on your decisions.”


“I see,” Hermione said, confused.


“You see, you are about to go back in time.”


Malfoy stayed where he was, amusement flickering on his face. “Interesting,” he smirked.


“Mr. Malfoy, I am merely speaking the truth. Ms. Granger and yourself will go back to an earlier era.”


Hermione gasped as she grasped at the thought that Dumbledore might be actually serious. “Why? Isn’t that a threat to our education? What would we say?”


“Ms. Granger, Mr. Malfoy, I beg you to listen carefully and without sarcastic interruption. Your friend Harry’s very existence is in danger.” Dumbledore looked sad and almost worried.


“Not my friend,” Malfoy interrupted. “You may remember that we’ve been enemies since we met. So this little chat really has nothing to do with me.”


Dumbledore’s frown became more extreme. “As Head Boy, you are a friend to everyone and you are required to help everyone.”


“Why don’t you just ask Weasley? He’s much closer and he and Hermione are very close too.” Malfoy seemed persistent to weasel his way out of this situation.


Dumbledore looked at the ceiling as if to ask for patience. “How do I phrase this… Hermione can have no distractions in her mission.”


Hermione blushed plum red as she realized what Dumbledore meant. Malfoy smirked, his eyes twinkling.


“And,” Dumbledore added quickly, “Weasley’s temper is very…”


“Explosive,” suggested Hermione. She smiled.


“We need this mission to be completed quickly and professionally,” Dumbledore said.


“What about Harry Potter himself? Why not him? He is the Chosen One,” spat Malfoy.


Dumbledore looked disturbed. “How do you think he would react if he had the job of getting his parents to date eachother?”


Hermione and Malfoy shot out of their seats. “WHAT?” they shouted in unison.


“You can’t be serious!” Hermione shouted



"You want Draco- Malfoy, I mean- and I to TRAVEL BACK IN TIME to make sure Lily and James don't break up?" Hermione wondered if he had gone insane. 

"If Voldemort breaks them up, your friend Harry will be no more. It's up to you," Dumbledore said gravely.

Malfoy had recovered and was sitting in the plum colored chair again. Malfoy leaned back in his chair and smirked. "Piece of cake."


Hermione whirled on him. “Are you serious? Harry’s whole life relies on us!”


“I’ve played Matchmaker before, relax, Granger.”




“Ms. Granger!” Dumbledore interrupted.


“SHUT UP DUMBLEDORE! No, no, I didn’t mean that, I’m sorry… please don’t mark down my grades… MALFOY HOW CAN YOU BE SO CALM?! THIS IS CRAZYNESS!”


Malfoy looked worried now. “Granger, you look faint. Don’t faint; I’ll hex you if you do… I’m serious, Granger”

Hermione fainted.


THANK YOU READERS AND REVIEWERS! I can't wait to put the new characters in... *claps hands excitedly* SORRY FOR THE WAIT!

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