Ahh! I didn't forget about this story I've just been working excessively. Here's goes nothing at finishing this chapter now that people are actually reading it haha.

(Hermione's POV)
I'm running towards the bathroom when I bump into someone.

     "Granger."

     "Draco? But I-I and h-he?"

     "Draco? Since when do we have a first name basis, g-"

     "What day is it?"

     "First day back, a Tuesday. Why are you always such a goodie goodie?"

     I lift up my sleeve to reveal the bruise Ron had left the first day back.

     "What's that?" I look up at Draco, quickly covering it with my sleeve.

     "I've got to go." I turn around, heading back to the cafeteria. But no one's there. Only a few select students are around. So I jog to the commons room where I'm met by Ron once more.

     "Granger." Not this again. I already know what's about to happen so I back up against the door.

     "You need to learn what you are, mudblood." He begins taking off his pants, followed by his underwear and shirt.

     I feel like I'm in a continuous dream. It all felt so real. The pain, heartache. Maybe it was a dream. Or maybe I'm just crazy. "Ron, I'm-"

     "Did I tell you to speak!?" He raises his voice, slapping my face and grabbing my hair and slamming me into the wall. I knew Harry and Ginny would be in soon so I try to calm Ron down.

     "I l-love you."

     He spits in my face. "Lies. All you do is lie and parade yourself around for all these fools to be all over you!"

     I try stalling time so I do the one thing I'm best at. I use my wand to freeze time. I walk up to Ron, still ready to yell at me. I grab his face, and look him in the eyes. "Oh Ron. What happened to you? What did I do to make you so upset and angry with me?"

     I kiss his frozen face after not kissing him for years. The spark, no longer there but guilt and love still lingering. "I'm sorry Ronald Weasley."

     I speed up time to when the two walk in, and take my place, walking to the stairs.

     Ginny and Harry walk in on cue, "Hey. Going to bed already?"

     "Yeah. I'm a bit exhausted."

---

     Today is the weekend again, and I'm determined to change my life.

     I pass people as I head to the main dining room, watching the floating candles bob up and down. I'm not hungry again, but I grab some food and sit down beside, still angry, Ron.

     "Hermione," Harry speaks up, taking another bite of his steak. "We were just talking about the dance next week."

     I glance at Ron. "Actually, Mud-'Mione'" Ron corrects himself quickly, continuing to look between Harry and Hermione.

     "Can't wait to go!" I say in a bold but scared voice. Ron looks at me with an evil glare and I look down, and glances to my right to see Draco staring at me cautiously. I quickly look away, fiddling with the hem of my shirt in nervousness. He saw my wrist. He's going to question me.

_/_/_/

(Draco's thoughts)
     Why does Hermione look so worn out and stressed? Probably from reading and studying. Moreover, why do I care? I think to myself. I watch her intently, noticing Weasley's hand reach under the table towards Granger.

     "Hey Harry? Could I speak to you in the courtyard?"

     "Of course."

     I watch them leave and I follow persuit, making sure not to be seen. As I round the corner, Potter and Granger are in full view and I hear her speak first. "Harry something's wrong."

     "What do you mean?"

     "This is going to sound crazy but I-"

      Harry laughs, interrupting her. "Crazy? Out of everything we've been through? Try me."

     She looks around in secret. "I think I'm reliving this day over again."

     "Hermione, are you sure you're not sick?" He reaches up to touch her forehead. She smacks his hand away.

     "I can prove it. But since something didn't happen it won't be announced until he says it eventually but"

     "Who? What?"

     "Draco. The day I lived the same as this he said he wasn't playing the quidditch tournament this year."

     My breath hitches in my throat. How does she know?

     "Yeah right. And I didn't defeat Voldemort."

     "I'm serious Harry. And I don't know why this day is happening again but it's scaring me." She says. "Another thing. The other timeline Draco was helping me-"

     "Why are you calling him Draco? And since when does he help people."

     Hermione grunts in frustration. "Blimey Harry stop interrupting!" She continues. "As I was saying, he was helping me and because he was so nice I found myself almost," she pauses. A faint whisper. "Kissing him."

     "You're definitely sick 'Mione. And how would Ron feel if he even heard this nonsense? Fantasizing about his worst enemy."

     "Harry Ron's not who he looks like. He's a good guy somewhere in there but he's been ab-"

     "Hermione we've got to go. These stories need to stop. Now. Don't you dare talk about Ron like that."

     I see him leave the garden and I scanter over to her quietly. "So you like me, Granger?"

     She looks up a little shocked but then looks back down in shame. I'm probably just crazy Draco. Who knows, especially a mudblood like me."

     I lower my tough guy act and furrow my eyebrows. "Granger, I-"

     "He-"

     "There you are, you filthy little mudblood. Don't you ever leave me again you who-" He stops speaking when he sees me standing here. "Malfoy."

     "Weasle." I spit back. "Why are you calling your precious girlfriend a mudblood? Even I stopped saying it."

     "None of your business, you prick. C'mon, Mudblood." He grabs her wrist and she jumps in obvious pain.

     The same wrist I saw the bruise on today. Does he hurt her?  And why does he call her such a harsh name. I was one thing but her own boyfriend?

     I'm not one to get involved but something's telling me something's wrong.

***
Ahh! Update! I was going to go about this story another way but this came to mind recently and I have to say I'm pretty darn proud of it. It might be a little while longer for an update because I'm an assistant manager but I'll try :) Hope you enjoyed! Bye :*