Hello, this is another small Dramione oneshot. I hope you guys like it!

Hermione woke up to the feel of delicate silk and pleasant warmth wrapped around her. Which after a moment, she found quite disconcerting as her bed wasn't nearly as comfortable as this and she definitely didn't own silk sheets (something she'd have to remedy, because this setup was ridiculously comfortable).

It took another moment to blearily realize that she could hear the unmistakable sound of birds chirping outside and the feel of the sun on her face, which was a stark contrast to her Hogwarts dorm room.

But what most roused Hermione out of her drowsy state was a smell that had her heart quickening. She rolled over and brushed closer to the source of the warmth and smell that was so tantalizing yet so familiar. Apples, a hint of sandalwood and fresh linen—

She stiffened, eyes popping open.

She knew that smell. Of course, how could she have forgotten. How many times had she gotten a whiff of it, when that smarmy git brushed past her in the hallways a smirk plastered on his face.

Letting out a muffled shriek, Hermione attempted to disentangle herself from bed, accidently hitting the person in bed with her, before finally rolling out. She backed away, eyes fixated on the person buried in the covers. She couldn't quite see his face, but the blonde nearly white hair was unmistakable.

It was Draco Malfoy. What the bloody hell was she doing in bed with Draco Malfoy. In Draco Malfoy's bed. They had been at Hogwarts just yesterday!

Her back hit the wall and she shivered as her nearly bare skin hit the cold. She didn't know her eyes could go any wider as she glanced down at herself and found her in a lingerie set that left little to the imagination. Swallowing another cry of disbelief, Hermione crouched down and snatched up one of the sheets on the floor, wrapping it around herself.

Hermione took a moment to calm her erratic breathing and halt her racing thoughts. Eyes darting around the room, she gathered she was most likely at Malfoy Manor. How she had gotten there, she couldn't remember nor why she was in bed with Draco bloody Malfoy. But she knew she needed her wand. She didn't know what she would do with it but having it would at least calm her nerves.

Taking careful steps as not to wake Draco, she moved around the bed searching frantically. She hissed as her hip met the vanity behind her, but when she turned, the sight she found made her freeze.

In the mirror she found her reflection of course, but there was something so different. Scrutinizing herself, her brow furrowed in confusion.

She looked older. Perhaps by a few years. Her hair hung longer and tamer, eyes dark, lips looking entirely too swollen. Tentatively, she unsecured the sheets wrapped tightly around her frame, enough to offer a small glimpse.

Her eyebrows shot up. The dark (uncomfortably Slytherin) green lingerie she had on, went rather well with the golden hue of her skin. Hermione had always been relatively secure in her body and looks, and she was pleased to find not much had changed. Perhaps she was an inch or two taller and her breasts seemed to be more filled out.

It seemed like she was staring at an older version of herself. She raised a shaky hand through her locks in awe and shock. She pinched the skin of her arm idly. Had Draco not been in the picture, she would have found it all a bit…fascinating and not horrifyingly nauseous.

Speaking of said person, Hermione froze as Draco began to stir in bed. With bated breath she watched through the mirror as he rolled over, arm grasping at where she had been sleeping.

She choked on her own air but bit her lip hard to keep quiet. Maybe he'd simply doze off again.

As soon as the thought came to mind, it vanished. Draco, feeling the empty space, picked his head up groggily and mumbled, "Mmm…Hermione?"

She kept quiet, frozen in place as she watched him wake slowly, sitting up, groaning and stretching his arms out languidly as he did.

She ignored the way her eyes widened, and heart quickened at the sound he made, that and the sight of his naked torso.

Hermione could admit that Draco had always been somewhat handsome—objectively speaking. She could see how girls could find his er—qualities attractive, the striking grey eyes, the lean yet muscular figure and that bloody smirk.

But older-Draco, well he was something else really.

His hair was messy far from its usual coiffed and immaculate state. He had grown into his aristocratic nose. His shoulders were broader, but he sported the same seeker physique all lean muscles taut frame. He was still pale, but the sun was hitting him in a way that made him look like some sort of angel.

Taken aback by her thoughts, she nearly slapped herself. Was she so hysterical, she was comparing Draco Malfoy to angels now?

Tearing her eyes away from his broad shoulders, she found his eyes watching her. They looked darker, a stormy grey, pupils blown. He had half a smirk on his face and when he spoke again, she couldn't help the shiver that ran through her. "Love, if you stare at me like that any longer, I won't be responsible for what happens next."

That seemed to snap her out of it because she made a noise at the back of her throat, a mix of disgust and shock. "I—I…Malfoy are you hearing yourself?!"

He grinned at her lasciviously, "Oh, it's Malfoy now?" He shifted out of the covers, making Hermione instantly slap a hand over eyes and turn around.

"Merlin, put some pants on!"

He still had his boxers on, but still, Hermione wasn't prepared for the whole picture.

There was a husky and bewildered laugh, "It's nothing you haven't seen before."

But, thankfully, she heard him pull something on and relaxed slightly, only to tense up once again as he walked up behind her. "Are you feeling alright love?" His voice held a note of worry. She supposed it was the baffling situation that left her unable to reply or even move, but when his hand came to rest on her shoulder, she jumped into action.

Turning around, she pointed a finger at him. "Don't touch me you—you Slytherin!" He looked taken aback, but she paid no mind as she walked back over to the bed, sheet trailing behind her, still in search of her wand. Casting a glare over her shoulder she continued, "And of course, I'm alright, you're the one who's decisively gone mad."

"So I see, so we're reverting back to our schoolyard days then?"

She paused at that. So she was older, and this was apparently the future. Turning to give him a scrutinizing look she asked, "How long has it been exactly since Hogwarts?

If her question had fazed him, he didn't show it aside from a slight furrow of his brow. "About five years."

Five years. That wasn't possible. It didn't feel like a day had passed. They had been at Hogwarts yesterday! Perhaps she was dreaming, and this was a convoluted joke her mind was playing on her.

There was a knock at the door and both she and Draco turned to it, her with a little more trepidation.

"Hermione?" A woman's voice called. It took a moment, but Hermione placed it as none other than Narcissa Malfoy.

"Hermione? Draco? Are you awake?"

Draco rubbed at his eyes and cleared his throat. "Yes mother?"

"Are you both alright? You didn't come down for breakfast and Hermione missed our afternoon tea. Lucius is quite worried as well."

At this Hermione let out a quiet delirious laugh, clutching her hair. She woke up in Draco Malfoy's bed like it was a common fucking thing and apparently, she had scheduled tea times with Narcissa Malfoy. Also, Lucius Malfoy was worried about her.

Examining her state, Draco scratched the back of his head. "Mother, um—I'm sorry. Hermione isn't feeling too well today."

There was a worried reply, but Hermione didn't hear because it was at that moment she felt a sharp pain at the back of her head, and then she was suddenly hit with a wave of memories.

It was eighth year.

They had been working on a new potion in Slughorn's class. She was partnered with Ernie Macmillan, one of the few students who had chosen to come back to Hogwarts. She remembered them finishing early, as had Draco and his partner Theodore Nott.

His reformed views on blood purity didn't make Draco likable. He was still a snarky git, who seemed to make it his life mission to tease and row with her. But that particular day, she had been unresponsive to his snarky remarks and he had set his eyes on Neville.

Light teasing escalated, and then all Hermione remembered was potions crashing on the floor, the smoke and liquid blowing into her face and then darkness.

Either she had somehow landed in the future or more likely all of this was a very nightmarish hallucination—either way, Hermione knew one thing was for sure; this was all Draco's fault.

The situation momentarily forgotten; Hermione set a glare on Draco, who had finished his conversation with his mother and practically lunged at him. "You! This is all your bloody fault Malfoy! Why do you always have to be such a bloody git!?" He seemed oddly calm while she yelled at him and repeatedly poked her finger into his hard chest.

But it didn't last long, one hand came to wrap around her own, and then he was spinning her around and pinning her back to his chest. His mouth came down to her ear. "Are you quite done?"

Hermione was too frozen in anger to speak.

"Hermione, I don't know what's going. But why don't you explain it to me calmly and we can sort this out."

She suddenly started wriggling in his grasp. "Don't be so condescending." She huffed.

He chuckled as she struggled, breathing into her ear, "You know, if I wasn't so utterly confused right now, I'd be pretty turned on."

Her cheeks colored and she pulled her arm, stumbling back as he finally let her go. Her breaths were coming out in pants as she glared. "Where's my wand Malfoy?"

Almost instantly his entire demeanor changed. He stiffened and his face closed off as he backed away a step. The hurt that shone in his eyes almost made her wish she had never spoken the words. "It's in the drawer by your side of the bed." He spoke carefully.

She swallowed and nodded, stalking over to the drawer, and then froze as she watched her hand reach for the handle. It was right there in front of her face, glinting against the light. A tasteful, elegant ring on her finger. Draco's words rang through her mind again.

Eyes still fixated on the ring, she asked. "Malfoy, what do you mean by my side of the bed."

"I don't see how I could be clearer Granger. You like sleeping on the left."

Throwing her hand up, so the ring was in his eyesight she glared pointedly at it. "What is this?" Though she already had a horrible feeling she knew exactly what it was. Her eyes went to his own hand where sure enough, a silver band glinted on his ring finger.

He looked at her blankly. "I'm sure the brightest witch of her age can figure it out." At her panicked expression though his eyes softened just a little, and suddenly, he looked overwhelmingly concerned. "Hermione please, what's going on?"

She spluttered. "You tell me Malfoy! This has to be some sort of hallucination—a dream, I don't know!"

At this, his expression returned to normal and he tentatively walked closer. "Well, I could see how you'd think that, what with all of this." He gestured to himself with that familiar cocky grin. "But I assure you this is a hundred percent real."

His expression was so familiar that she relaxed momentarily and rolled her eyes, sitting on the edge of the bed with a huff. "Malfoy—" She said hoarsely. "Just please tell me what's going on."

Everything about the situation was confusing. Hermione surely couldn't believe she was in a dream nor did it feel like some sort of hallucination. She had full control of her senses, no lapses in logic and why would she ever hallucinate this situation. It felt entirely too...specific to be some sort of fever dream or hallucinatory side effect of the potion.

He took a seat next to her. "Well to start, you've gone completely insane."

She glared. "What's insane is the idea that you and I are married in—whatever this is and I've somehow aged half a decade!"

He mulled over her words, and then his expression grew serious. "Hermione, tell me exactly what happened before you woke up?"

"I was in potions class! You did something to Neville's potion and there was an explosion—"

"Eight year, the day we came back after holidays?"

"Yes..."

To her irritation he suddenly burst out laughing. It was a genuine laugh, his eyes crinkled, his face lit up with boyish glee. She had never seen him like that, so carefree without any malice, and that laugh. It might have been nice if it hadn't been at her predicament.

As his chuckles died down, he sighed fixing her with a grin. "It all makes complete sense now."

She raised an expectant eyebrow. "Are you going to tell me or…?"

"You my love, are in the future."

She took a moment to process this, ignoring his term of endearment. She was unsure about what exactly was happening to her but being transported to the future was the option that was most shocking. She shook her head, scoffing. "Very funny, Malfoy. How did a potion blowing up—which was your fault by the way—somehow take me to the supposed future?"

He had the decency to look a little guilty. "When Neville's potion fell, the blast was enough to tip Finnegan's potion over. The potion kind of mixed and Slughorn said the components of the two potions combined with the Moondew on the table created some sort of abnormal effect."

"Abnormal effect—"

"You were closest to the blast. You inhaled a lot of the smoke, and just collapsed—" He paused getting a faraway look in his eyes. Then he cleared his throat, continuing. "At first, they thought you were in some sort of sleep, some of the properties were like those in draught of the living death. But there was this glow around you, Slughorn couldn't even move you to the infirmary. McGonagall ran countless diagnostic spells. Apparently, your consciousness was sent to the future, but your physical body was preserved."

Hermione's mind began to race. It was possible. But if it was true, then that meant that all of this was real and that they were in fact married.

Oh Merlin.

If what he said was true, then that meant Hermione was going to be married to Draco Malfoy. She was going to live with him, have children with him!

Hermione pinched herself, tried once more and then breathed harshly, putting her head in her hands. "Say I believe you. That would mean we're married!" She cried.

She didn't need to look up to know he was thoroughly amused. "Yes, that was established already, love."

She picked her head up, giving him a glare and then glanced away, a thought coming to her. "Do you—What I mean to say…Are we in…" She coughs out the end of the question not quite wanting to finish it.

He seemed to understand what she was getting at because he rolled his eyes and nodded. "Yes Hermione, I am quite thoroughly in love with you and I'd like to think you feel the same."

She made a noise at the back of her throat. "I do not!"

"The ring on your finger begs to differ."

She stared at the ring as if offended by it—it really was quite pretty—and then huffed crossing her arms under her chest.

He grinned giving her that same look of amusement and warmth.

"Don't look at me like that."

"Like what?" He drawled. "Like I love you?"

Her heart fluttered but she ignored it and shook her head. "Yes."

"I can't exactly help it when you look like that."

Again, Hermione was left unsure. Hearing Draco talk to her like that, so…lovingly was disturbing. This couldn't be the same arrogant snarky boy she had been talking to yesterday. The idea that in just five years she would somehow be married to him was unbelievable but at the same time she didn't miss the way her heart skipped a beat every time he said something like that to her.

She took a long look at him, and then finally asked. "How do I know this isn't just a dream, Draco?" The thought left her feeling somewhat dismal, but it was certainly a logical possibility.

Draco squeezed her hand gently, "Does this feel like a dream to you?" He asked softly.

She surprised herself, when her hand tentatively rose up to trace his jaw. It was like she was making sure that he was real, that this was real. His eyes bored into hers, as one hand came to cover her own. His fingers were gentle as they grasped hers and brought her hand up to lay a soft kiss.

She shivered and pulled her hand away and shook her head. "No…" She answered and was surprised at the certainty with which she believed it. The grin that spread on his face was infectious. Hermione pressed her lips together to stop herself from smiling back.

"Just in case you have any doubt though, Neville nearly trips over himself to get to you when you wake up, felt a bit guilty, you know how the sod gets. He's the first person you see."

She mentally cataloged that information and then raised her eyebrows. "Anything else?"

He smirked and looked like he was considering something. "I suppose I could give you a tactical advantage. My younger self rather fancies you." Hermione stiffened in surprise. But he acts like such a— "Not that I have any idea on how to deal with it. I suppose for the time being I enjoy getting a reaction out of you."

She huffed, "A reaction? We're not children. You can't go around tugging pigta—" She stopped short as Draco gently placed a hand on her shoulder. She allowed herself to be lowered onto the bed but gave him an odd look. "What are you doing?"

"It's about time."

"Time for what?"

He shushed her, placing a kiss on her forehead, then her nose. It was amazing how she'd gotten used to his little touches so quickly or how much she enjoyed them. Her previous thoughts forgotten, she suddenly realized how tired she felt. A sudden drowsy feeling pulled her in, making her eyelids flutter shut. Draco's voice breathed into her ear, "I think it's time to go love. My younger self's been quite worried about you, everyone is."

"Hm?" She murmured, blinking and attempting to keep her eyes awake.

He chuckled into her ear, "Oh and, I apologize in advance for what's going to be an atrocious apology." He paused, kissing her forehead. "Just…keep this moment in mind, love."

And with that Hermione fell unconscious. The last thing she felt was the warmth of his touch before her mind went completely blank.

/

In the future...

Draco watched Hermione anxiously as she lay asleep. It had been a good few minutes since she had fallen unconscious. The potions effects would have worn off by now.

He shifted to lay beside her and gently traced her cheek bone. "Hermione?" He murmured softly.

She hummed, shifting slightly. Draco watched with bated breath, as brown eyes slowly fluttered open. For a moment he wondered if the spell hadn't worn off. What would they do then? But then her eyes fell on him, and slowly her lips turned up into a sleepy smile.

"Draco?" She asked sitting up with a yawn. "What are you doing up so early?"

Her use of his given name and soft tone was all the confirmation he needed and without answering he leaned down, cupped her face and kissed her deeply. She made a small sound of surprise before giving in to the kiss with the same passion.

They pulled away slowly, and he was amazed by the way her eyes sparkled in amusement at him as she grinned up at him. "What was that for?"

Draco shrugged swooping down to lay another kiss on her lips. "I love you."

Hermione beamed and traced her finger along his cheek. "I love you too Draco." She reached up for another kiss but paused just shy of his lips.

"Draco, what time is it?"

He swooped and kissed her neck, humming. "Quarter to one I suppose."

She gasped and all of a sudden Hermione shoved Draco off of her and jumped up from bed. "Draco! Why didn't you bloody wake me? I'm late for my tea with Narcissa!"

/

In the present...

When Hermione woke up for a second time that day, she heard the clamoring of feet and then Neville was stepping into view looking incredibly worried and a little out of breath. Then she heard a familiar drawl, "Longbottom, watch where you step dammit." And then Draco appeared next to him.

She knew this was her Draco—the present Draco, that is. There was still that immature, juvenile quality to him, but at least he looked a little contrite.

"Hermione are you alright?" Neville asked anxiously. Around them, she noticed Professor McGonagall who was looking stern but relieved, Madam Pomfrey wringing her hands, seemingly anxious and then the rest of her classmates huddled around them.

She sat up wincing as her head pounded. "I'm alright Neville."

"You don't look it." Her eyes met Draco who was smirking but also seemed to be watching her sharply.

"What happened?" Anthony Goldstein called.

"Did you really go to the future?" Someone else asked eagerly.

Hermione pursed her lips not knowing what to say. It seemed everyone already knew what happened to her.

McGonagall came into view. "Miss Granger are you aware of what happened?"

"Yes, I think my mind was…transported to the future?"

The class broke out in excited chatter.

"Was I there?" Someone asked.

"Was it apocalyptic?" A muggleborn student asked and then gasped. "Were there zombies?"

"What was it like?" Dean Thomas asked eagerly.

Hermione bit her lip as everyone quieted and looked at her. She cast a look at Draco who was staring at the desk she was laying on acting uninterested, but she knew he could very well hear everything. "I…" At her pause, he glanced up and met her eyes. Immediately her heart fluttered, and she looked away.

There was no way she was saying anything to Draco, let alone the entire school.

"It was all a bit of a blur honestly, I don't really remember much." She casted a half apologetic look around the room. "Sorry."

Everyone looked disappointed after that, there was almost a collective sigh of dismay. Hell even McGonagall seemed off put, she had obviously been a little curious which Hermione figured was why she was still there, rather than being escorted to the hospital wing.

As McGonagall dismissed everyone, Madam Pomfrey nodded at Hermione. "Alright child, let's go fix you up."

Later that evening, Hermione remained in the hospital wing. Madam Pomfrey had decided to have Hermione stay overnight, just in case. She sat on the cot, staring up at the ceiling immersed in her thoughts.

All throughout the day she thought of Draco. The soft touches he had laid, the passion in his eyes and the way he had looked at her with that same spark of amusement that was so familiar to the glimpses Draco gave now.

She thought about their interaction in the classroom when she had woken up.

She thought about the fact that one day what she had experienced would be reality.

So immersed in her thoughts Hermione almost didn't notice the sound of footsteps coming closer to her cot. Almost.

Sitting up, she blinked and ignored the racing of her heart as Draco stepped into view with a smirk. It was quiet for a moment and then he spoke conversationally, "Granger, you're looking better."

She watched as he took a step closer, unsure what to say. He wasn't wearing his robes, just his white oxford and dress pants, still impossibly pressed, though his hair looked like he had run his hand through it a few too many times. It was the most casual she had ever seen him. Well, aside from that morning.

Ignoring the clamoring of her heart, Hermione decided to act like everything was normal. She fixed a glare and raised an eyebrow. "Can I help you, Draco?"

His haughty expression slipped, eyes widening just a little before he recovered and raised both eyebrows in surprise. She cursed inwardly. "Oh, it's Draco now is it?" He drawled.

She opened her mouth to explain but nothing came out. When Draco began smirking in amusement she glared. "It's been a long day," She snapped, "Consider yourself lucky I even used your name and not ferret."

He raised his hands in surrender. "Alright, alright…Hermione."

She rolled her eyes. "What are you even doing here? Visiting hours are over you know. If Filch catches you, you'll get even more detention."

He soured at the mention of the detention McGonagall had given him for today and made a sound of annoyance. "You heard about that."

She smiled in glee. "I'm sure it'll be a great bonding experience for you and Neville, scrubbing cauldrons for the next month."

He glared, "That punishment is in no way fair! McGonagall's gone mad if she thinks I'll be skipping Quidditch practice every week to scrub pots and pans."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "It's a month, I'm sure you'll manage. Besides it's not my fault you got detention, maybe you shouldn't have been messing with Neville in the first place."

"Maybe if Neville and that Finnegan bloke had bothered to follow the correct instructions for their potions—"

Her mouth dropped open. "You're really going to stand there and blame that?"

"I wasn't the one who made the potions causing all that to happen today."

"It was an accidental effect of the potions! And yes, but you did have a hand in tipping them over."

He scoffed with a roll of his eyes. "Longbottom was the one who chose to retaliate, and he was the one to bump the table."

"You're really saying that this wasn't even a bit your fault."

He stuck his nose up. "Yes."

She glared. She had almost forgotten how much of a stubborn prick he could be, but this was a nice reminder. She suddenly remembered older Draco's words. My younger self rather fancies you… She shook her and sighed. "Why are you here Malfoy?"

He glared back, "If you must know Granger, I wanted to check if the whole time-traveling incident hadn't messed with your brain and it looks like I've gotten my answer. You seem to be your usual swot self, so I'll be going."

She ignored the jibe and looked at him closely as she crossed her arms. "You really weren't here for anything else?" At his silence, she ripped her eyes away from him and glared at the bedsheets. "Fine, go on then."

He stood there for a moment then. She waited, holding her breath. Then he turned and left. She listened to his footsteps as he walked to the doors, stopped, then turned back around. When he made it back to the cot, she looked at him expectantly.

He glared and finally exclaimed, "Fine! I suppose in a way, the events of today may have also been partially my fault." He cleared his throat and looked away. "And I'm sorry."

She stared at him for a moment, watching as he increasingly grew more uncomfortable. "You're sorry?"

He looked up and glared. "Yes." He snapped. "Don't make me say it again."

"Sorry for what again?" She simply wanted to tease him a little.

He let out a harsh breath and threw his hands up in the air. "I'm sorry for causing that accident today and for being a prat." She smiled in satisfaction. "And…" He continued this time more quietly, "I'm sorry for…the way I treated you, the things I said all throughout Hogwarts. I'm sorry for calling you that word. And that day in the manor. I—I'm sorry I didn't do something. I just stood there while she…Granger I'm truly sorry for everything.

She stared.

He cleared his throat averting his eyes. "And I'll be going now." And then without waiting for another word he stalked off.

Hermione stared at the spot he had just left and then snapped out of her stupor, "Wait!"

He did not stop. She huffed and threw the covers off herself. Ignoring the dull pounding in her head, she walked after him.

Turning, he noticed her making her way to him and made a disapproving sound. "Granger—"

She opened her mouth to speak but all of a sudden her head swam. Thankfully she was close enough that as she stumbled forward he caught her by the forearms. She steadied herself with his arms and looked up at him. "You know, it's common practice to stay after an apology and listen to the reply."

He shook his head. "I know this won't change anything. I can't take back what I did—"

No it didn't. But Hermione had forgiven him a long time ago. "Look you should know that I accept your apology." She looked up at him to gauge for any reaction, but he simply stared at her in shock and…wonder? "I know it doesn't change what happened but I—I'd like to heal, move on."

He nodded slowly and then realizing their proximity, how she was holding onto him, how his hands gripped her arms, he pulled away. "We should get you back to your cot."

She allowed him to lead her back and then another thought came to her mind. "And you needn't apologize for being a prat." She looked up at his raised eyebrow and smiled innocently. "It wouldn't be fair, it being such an integral part of your personality."

"Hilarious Granger."

She smirked and it seemed the potions she had taken were doing something to her mind because she continued on. "Besides, I don't mind it much."

His expression grew wicked as he took a seat again beside the bed, and she blushed. "Really?" He drawled. "How much do you not mind it?"

She rolled her eyes and slid back under the sheets. "Shut up Malfoy."

It was quiet for a moment and then, "Granger?" His tone was curious.

"Hm?"

"I've apologized."

"Yes."

"And you've graciously accepted."

"Yes?"

"Our history's resolved now, what…does that make us?"

Her heart skipped a beat. Us. Hermione pretended to think about it. "I suppose we could be…friends?"

His lips twitched but his thoughtful expression remained as he nodded solemnly. "Then as friends we should call each other by our given names—" He paused and then slowly said, "Hermione."

She grinned at the way he had said her name and replied. "You're right Draco."

He returned her grin and opened his mouth to say something, but Hermione felt another sharp pain in her forehead. She sat up and winced, putting her hand up to her right temple.

"Are you okay Hermione?" His voice was tinged with panic, as he reached his hand up but then changed his mind and let it rest on the cot. "Should I call Pomfrey?"

She shook her head. "No, no. I'm alright. Madam Pomfrey said the headaches will last for a few days. Really Draco I'm fine." She gave him a reassuring smile.

His eyes were serious. "I really am sorry about today Hermione."

She looked at Draco. He watched her with worry in his eyes and once again she was reminded of older Draco. Everything had changed so quickly today and yet Hermione felt perfectly at ease. The Draco from the future and her Draco now, the bridge between them didn't seem so far apart anymore.

She looked down at his hand and tentatively placed her own on top of it. He watched their joined hands and then lightly stroked his thumb against her skin. Her heart warmed.

"It's okay Draco." She spoke softly. "It's all in the past." And Hermione was looking towards the future.