Disclaimer: I own neither Harry, nor Hermione, Ron, Dumbledore, Lily Potter or anyone of the Marauders. I don't own Hogwarts or any of its surroundings. Only in my dreams. Actually, I only own the plot.

Summary : Sequel to Crushes in the Past. Hermione has to face her old crush once more as an accident forces her to go back in time again to save the future from being messed up. Will they be able to keep their hands off each other this time?

Author's Note: Okay. Um... how many of you remember my story Crushes in the Past? Well, here's the sequel. Sequels are never as good as the original stories but I'll do my best. Special thanks also to Indiegurl2008 who kind of gave me the basic idea.

Also, if you haven't read Crushes in the Past, may I advice you to do so before reading this as you otherwise will be even more confused than Ron P. Just check my profile (stories authored) and you'll find it.

And I would like to thank phoenix0170, cute-amiga, hikki116, The Two Best Friends, ViviBlack, Hermione781, Captain Oblivious, Angel of Ravenclaw, coconut-ice agent h/h, KLLRS, majohime and Monkeystarz who all sent me very sweet reviews when I had finished Crushes in the Past.

Chapter 1 – The Accident

Hermione leaned back as Platform 9 ¾ began to move faster and faster outside the window. She was going back to Hogwarts, for the final time as a student this year. It was only one term (A/N A.E. semester) left now. Only a couple of months before she would take her NEWTs, graduate and go out into real adult life.

"Who's up for a game of Exploding Snap?" Ginny said.

"Me", Ron said quickly.

"Me too", Neville said.

"What about you, Hermione?" Ginny asked and turned to her.

Hermione was dragged back from her thoughts. "What? Oh, Exploding Snap. Yeah, sure."

"Harry?"

They all turned to Harry, who was sitting straight ahead from Hermione, by the window. He yawned.

"I'm tired; I want to sleep a little. You play."

"Are you okay?" Hermione asked him quietly, noticing that he seemed to be quite paler than usually.

Harry nodded. "I'm just tired." And the minute after, he had fallen asleep.

After a few games of Exploding Snap, Ginny announced that she was going to go and look for the food court, as it hadn't shown up yet and she was getting hungry.

"Neville, care for joining me?" she asked.

Neville Longbottom had matured a lot during the past year, and was no longer the clumsy nervous little kid we all used to know him as. Of course, he hadn't become Hogwarts' most popular guy or some kind of a hero, but he had gained respect from most of his fellow students and more important, he had also earned a place in Ginny's heart, although they weren't official. Yet.

"Sure", Neville said and followed Ginny out of the compartment.

Hermione smiled to herself, thinking about what a big change he had gone through. Only a year ago, he wouldn't even have been able to answer Ginny properly, as he fancied her very much. Yes, of course Hermione know he did, as it was very obvious. But she didn't want to mention it, as it would embarrass him and she didn't want him to lose his new self-confidence.

Harry had awakened and was yawning while rubbing his eyes.

"You okay, mate?" Ron asked. "You look kind of under the weather."

"I've got a horrible headache", Harry muttered, now rubbing his forehead.

"It's not from... your scar, is it?" Hermione asked, concerned.

Now when the Dark Lord really had been defeated, pain in Harry's scar would not have been a very good sign.

"No", Harry said. "It's just a normal headache."

"I've got some headache healing potion in my purse", Hermione offered. "You have some. It's over there."

"Thanks", Harry said, grabbing Hermione's purse, which was situated on the floor.

"You find it for yourself. I'll go to the toilet", she said, rose and swept out of the compartment.

When she returned a couple of minutes later, Ron had talked Harry into playing a game on his Mini Wizard Chess, and Harry seemed to have recovered slightly. Hermione slept for the remaining half hour of the trip, and dreamt only about nice things, which was a very nice change from how it had been, say, one year ago.

So, approximate an hour later, after having travelled up to the castle with the horseless carriage, Hermione was once more facing the main entrance of Hogwarts together with Harry and Ron. The trio set of towards the door, Harry walking in the middle with Hermione and Ron on either side.

"Nice to be back?" Harry asked just before they were about to enter through the door.

"No", Ron muttered.

"I meant to ask Hermione", Harry said.

"Yes, it's quite nice", Hermione answered.

"No, it's horrible", Ron interrupted. "Don't you think so, Harry?"

No answer.

"Harry?" Ron repeated and turned his head to the spot where Harry had been the last second, but that spot was empty. "Where did he go?" he asked Hermione, confused.

Hermione turned around, looking behind them, but Harry had left without a single trace.

"Harry?" Hermione asked.

"He was with us just when we passed in through the doors", Ron said. "So where did he go?"

"I don't know", Hermione said slowly.

"Hey, move", someone said. "You're blocking the passage."

Hermione and Ron stepped aside, puzzled. Hermione watched the students hurry down the corridor, as an unpleasant thought began to form in her head. She opened her purse and pulled out one of the two bottles there, which she then examined. Yes, someone had definitively drunken from that.

Oh shit.

She was going to return the rest to Dumbledore, but during the train trip she had totally forgotten that the bottle even existed in her purse.

Oh shit.

"Ron", she began nervously, "I think I know where Harry is."

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