POV: Hermione. September 19th. Don't play the song until I tell you darling... 😘

My birthday is today. My twentieth birthday...

I recited to myself here at work, at my desk at The Ministry. Feeling miserably alone, eating my annual chocolate birthday cake from Harry and Ronald, who surprised me earlier today... And just before Ronald left to return back to the Joke Shop, he dared to ask me, if HE could be my present later tonight... I shot him a 'get bent' glare with a mixture of 'go to hell.' He pouted turning and disapparated looking pitiful.

We hadn't slept together since before we left for Vegas... and he believed it was because of him agreeing to Malfoy's proposal. As well as, trying to push himself onto me, when I returned home from that monumental weekend... He believed I was withholding sex from and punishing him for his actions. Regardless of Ronald trying to make everything work between us, I knew the real reasons of never wanting to sleep with him again... I wasn't in love with Ronald. I loved Ronald's family, but I didn't love him the way, they believed I did... because I was in love with Draco Malfoy. My heart belonged to him... I craved, my Draco... and to add to my stresses, I hadn't heard from Draco since our sexcapade at The Weasley's Wizard Wheezes. Which was really depressing me and peeving me.

I missed him terribly, and fear consumed me, worrying about why I hadn't heard from him in over two weeks?

When I wasn't around him, I felt as if a part of my soul was missing. Wondering aimlessly in search for my love. My Draco... this feeling of desperation of needing him, was gnawing in agony away at me. I've never been this miserable and this in love... I felt a loving ache of sickness constantly.

"Hermione?! What are you still doing here?! I told you, you could go home with Ron... it's you birthday for cryin' out loud!" Harry chuckled coming from his office, entering mine that was conjoined to his.

"I am... I was just filling out some forms to give to Kingsley," I lied, truly just not wanting to go home to my alleged fiancé.

"Oh! Right! You're submitting your resume for his new Senior Undersecretary position?" Harry assumed, and I fibbed again, replying to him "yes..." but not initially, because I had turned in my form months ago, way before the final due date. Being the overly diligent and proactive pragmatic Witch, that I was.

Suddenly, a memo swooped into my office. And I had a beautiful suspicion from my hemorrhaging soul, that it was from him.... I don't know why or how? Seeing as how, I receive memos practically every hour... nevertheless, I knew in my heart, when he was calling for me.

The black parchment dropped on my desk that was addressed to me in sliver ink. Instantaneously seeing his handwriting, knowing my preconceived notions, never doubting my first reaction... my heart stopped, my stomach leaped, my breathing gasped, full of excitement knowing he had written to me... I knew I was right... and wishing Harry would leave so I could open it alone.

Harry stood there, helping himself to my cake and I rolled my eyes in a miff, turning around to open my memo without my best friend seeing the evidence...

I'm kidnapping you at midnight.

I softly smiled, bringing the letter to my chest and closing my eyes. Assessing my future of the nights to spend my birthday with the Wizard I loved... feeling unadulterated happiness.

"Everything okay there, 'Mione?" Harry asked, still standing behind me. I stood from my chair opening my eyes and looked at him grinning in my blithe of rapturous pleads to leave. He smiled back at me with his green eyes glistening behind his circled framed glasses.

"I told you to leave hours ago! GO!" Harry laughed, and I hugged him as he whispered, "Happy Birthday, Hermione. You and Ronald go have a wonderful night," He uncloaked to me and kissed my cheek, clearly thinking the memo was from my oafish fiancé. Oh, how wrong he was...

I spent the first half of my evening, forcibly and regrettably, faking my birthday dinner with Ronald at our favourite pizza place. I had to go, to keep him from being cynically dubious... afterwards, I fudged a teensy falsity, when he asked if I wanted to go to the Muggle theatre to see a movie? I told him I was too tired and wanted to relax at home. He bought it and ended up falling asleep in bed by ten O'clock. Which gave me the perfect chance to get ready for my date with Draco... I picked out a snakeskin dress that I had bought ages ago! Never really understanding why I had bought such a dress? It was as clear as Professor Snape's Unfairly Syllabus, that my subconscious desires was obviously sending me hidden messages again, that I hadn't realized until now, that Draco Malfoy was always on the back of my mind...

I tossed my hair into long waves, while looking at my magically wooden floor length clock in the corner of the living room, that I could see from the bedroom, that Molly had given me... and was now telling me that company was coming with its long springs turning to the word 'guest' and softly chiming midnight.

He was here...

Play the song lovers! 😘

Hermione's Outfit and heels... 😘🐍🖤

I ran to him... dashing out of my bedroom and heading straight to the front door, with my heels in my right hand and my wand in my left... The only two items of importance, to any witch having a night on the town with the Wizard they loved... I fled to him on the balls of my feet, not having a care in the Wizarding World or the Muggle World if anyone heard me in my untainted flesh across the hardwood floors beneath me. And Ronald was practically dead when he slept, so I knew he'd never hear me.

The door opened by itself and my tall drink of Love Potion, was standing awaiting for me with his sinister smirk, fancy onyx suit, and jet-black dress shirt opened with two buttons disclosing his bare chest, teasing me... and his love filled greys gazing at me.

I jumped into his arms, wrapping my arms around his neck, dropping my heels to the floor as well as my wand, and greeting him with a warm electrical kiss, as he held me desperately up, and kissing me as equally feverishly. My favourite part of instantly seeing him, was the fact that we always picked up from where we left off... and taking full advantage of every lasting second we had alone together...

"Happy Birthday, Hermione..." Draco breathlessly whispered with a sly smirk against my lips, causing chills down my spine, embodying his coolness that came from him, without him even trying... and I smiled, "How did you know?" I breathed into his mouth and met his kisses once again. "I know everything, don't you know that by now, Granger?" Draco taunted, breathing his air into my lungs making me feel his warmth of love for me, over and over again...

He placed my feet on the ground, holding my hand and spinning me in a circle, in the midsts of raising his right eyebrow and a sexy little smirk appearing on his face, pulling me into his arms again, "So are you going to tell me what this dress is all about? Is this snake theme, for me?" He spoke in a menacing tone and a matching smile.

"You wish," I baited him, snapping my fingers to charmingly retrieve my wand and my shoes. I seductively lifted my dress up to slide my Witchly scepter back into my left thigh holster garter that I wore, when I didn't want to carry a purse. "Mmmm..." Draco perversely moaned enjoying the show, with his wicked lechery I ached for. I looked up at him sexily smirking and pretending to not agree with his menacing innuendos reading from narrowing eyes. My heels were next to vase my feet. He impatiently waited at the very last of my movements of finishing putting on my last heel... then sequestering me in his arms and kissed me firmly, causing me to gasp and scream with delight. I was overdosed with love for him. And Draco was my adrenaline shot to interject as my saving grace.

"Your many presents are awaiting for you," He sexily drawled. "Well, what are we waiting for?" I asked in a flirtatious mocking. He scrutinized his starry eyes, luring me in, and kissing me again. I never wanted to know what it was like, to never be in his arms, ever again. My heart couldn't bear the thought... and in the midsts of our prolonging heated greetings, Draco disapparated us to give me my first present...

We landed in an octagonal dark room, with stained glass windows surrounding us in every perfect circle. Iconically depicting the portraying signs of our Wizarding world and the zodiacs in each glass.

There was a round table in the middle of the room with a thinly swanky, posh, and grandly lavish witch sitting at the table, that obviously belonged to her. She was a woman in her mid sixties with bright strawberry colored hair, cut into a cute short pixie haircut. She was smoking from a very elongated cigarette holder, and two other chairs were across from her that was meant for Draco and I. It was evident she'd been waiting for us, for some time to arrive...

"Hermione, this is the eminently famed, Madame Orloff," Draco introduced us and I shook her cold icy hand, seeing her long fingernails painted in midnight blue, still feeling clueless as to why we were here...

"Hermione, I know you're not a believer of the arts of divination..." Draco began and I laughed interrupting, "Why do you think that?" Questioning him as to how he knew this about me.

"Hermione. Everyone in Hogwarts, from our generation, and hell, even future classes, knows your strong disapproval and cogent disregard of divination! Or maybe, as I always thought, it was just that dreadful Madame Trelawney, that you really hated!" Draco exclaimed and we both laughed. I silently smiled to myself, staring into his slivered matters, thinking... He paid attention to me at Hogwarts... and Merlin knows where else... more than I ever knew... for all these years...

"Maybe..." I flirted raising my shoulder to brush against him and chuckled, rolling my eyes with a sigh. I really did hate that peculiarly vulgar woman...

"Madame Orloff, is here to give you the actual conception in the art of divination, and how it accurately works, in its purest forms of means. She's amazing... she's been a family friend to The Malfoy's for generations," Draco explained and I became extremely nervous knowing this information. His family knew her? Did they know I was here? Surely not...

"Come, come, dears!" Madame Orloff ordered us to sit at her table.

"I don't know, Draco..." I privately whispered to him.

"Trust me, baby..." and with that term of endearment, he would recall to me... I felt as if I were weightless as he escorted me to my chair and helped me to sit. He joined me, holding my hand and squeezed it to his lips, kissing the top of my right hand to reassure me everything was fine...

Immediately after we sat, Madame Orloff began her ceremonial chanting, that scared me a bit. But the comforts of Draco next to me, calmed my nerves. However, the next adventure we were about to experience, rocked me into nothing I had ever dreamed of, when it came to Divination...

The octagonal room abruptly started to spin around us, and I grasped Draco's hand firmly as we were glued to our seats. Coming in and out of different scenes, stopping at particular points of history displaying itself on the stain glass windows representing... US? I was extremely dizzy and I felt as if I were in my own series of movies?! And Draco and I, were the destitute of star crossed lovers in every scene.

The first tale, was in medieval century times, in our Wizarding World... I was running to find someone in my frets of despair, in a dark grimly castle. I knew it in my heart, I was searching for him, My Draco. I was dressed in a long, heavy, navy velvet Elizabethan dress. I found him! And I was right in my loving inklings, It was Draco... dressed like Sir Walter Riley... I gasped in relief both sitting in my chair and the me, in history, simultaneously, as Draco and I bumped into each other and desperately kissing in tears and fears of never seeing each other again...

"I'm the Queen's, lady in waiting! She knows about us now... she'll hang me, Draco!" The historical me foretold him, echoing against the stones in the castle and the stonework of this octagonal room. I felt as if I were there, remembering this actual moment and compassionately reliving the pain all over again, holding my breath as I watched.

"Just because I'm the Queen's son, does not decree, or eliminate the possibilities of us being together! I love you, Hermione... nothing, nor her, or her bloody minions, or the royal court, will force me into a tradition of a royal marriage to fit her majesty's wishes! I have renounced my throne and my title to my mother, in order to be with you! We're running away, now!" Draco declaratively expressed taking my hand. We escaped by the skin of our teeth, on the back of his white horse, with her majesty's magical royal army chasing after us. And we made it safely into the forest, that oddly was reminiscent of the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts... bypassing the free zone to apparate, that the Queen must've put an enchantment blockage around her castle and Draco lifted the curse with his wand... and we were free. We were finally free. Making our lives in a tiny protected cottage for a few fast months, somewhere in Scotland it seemed? Alas, the deadly Dragon Pox Plague that wrecked havoc on our Wizarding World during the Dark Ages, had found us... and we died in the warmth of our bed, holding each other in our deaths, to be with one another in the heavens, and in our next life... I quivered in my cries and I found my breathing once again, as the glass that encompassed us, changed to another scene... Draco and I, were holding onto our hands for dear life, never letting go, and feeling as if my knuckles were going to bleed, but I didn't care in the slightest. I couldn't let go of him...

Our second loving tale sequence, was in the midsts of World War II...

There were quick flashes of us getting married in secret, at The Ministry of Magic! Draco was wearing a Royal Air Force military uniform... and I was adorned in a traditional 1940s regalia navy floral dress and matching navy birdcage fascinator. I cried seeing the bliss of happiness on their faces as the wizard who was ordained to marry them proudly announced, "You May Kiss, The Bride!" Draco grabbed my waist and dipped me in his arms, causing me to whelp and chuckle, meeting me in the middle for our sealed kisses of our marriage.

The next wholeheartedly scene, was seeing myself kneeling down on a grave... I was crying hysterically... and holding my stomach to keep myself from unraveling with my right hand, and clutching my left hand to the tombstone plaque reading...

Draco Malconous

Born: June 5th, 1920.

Beloved Husband to his Hermione.
A great Wizard in his own right, and a famed Glider Pilot, to her majesty's Royal Air Force. Who gave his life to his country on June 6, 1944, Invading Normandy.
"Time will never keep us apart,
I'll be seeing you." -your Hermione.

Draco's Hermione, couldn't live on without him... and before we knew it... we saw in her anguish, at their tiny flat as she drank from a Death-Cap draught, killing herself just days after burying her husband... The hurt was completely unbearable, and I sobbed in a trance, feeling every emotion from the past Hermione in front of me. I literally enveloped her hurt, being reminded of losing him... Draco kissed my cheek and I held onto him even tighter.

"Lovers in the past, in this life, and in the next... this has always been your prophecy, Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy. Nothing has ever kept you apart. Even in prejudices. Even in different surnames. Even in death... Fate cannot be changed, that is why you two are always lead to your loving destiny, together at last... together, as one," Madame Orloff proudly proclaimed.

Hearing her prophecy of us and knowing she was honest in her truths overwhelmed me with heartbreaking confusion. I couldn't bear with this pain any longer...

I stood gasping and begging for Madame Orloff to stop. I took off sprinting out of the room, hearing Draco dead on my heels and lassoing me in his arms to make me face him.

"Hermione, it's alright! Baby..." He cupped my face and I clasped his wrists as we gazed into each other's eyes, silently feeling the remorse of our past love. I began to cry as my body shook with doubts. He moved his hands to consume me in his arms, bringing me to his chest and holding me tightly against him while I sobbed. I was petrified of our love, but yet hopelessly yearning for it. I was angry he brought me here and torturing me with these historical visions of our love stories, making everything impossible.

Why would he do this to me? I pulled away from him slowly and made my worried hesitations known to Draco...

"Draco, what was the point of all this?! To try to pressure me into running off with you?! To torture me more and more?! I told you... you know the situation we're facing with all this! Don't you know, that I know, we belong together?! Regardless, IT IS NOT THIS SIMPLE! THOSE WERE DIFFERENT TIMES FOR US! SO MUCH AS CHANGED IN OUR FUTURES, COMPLICATING MATTERS WORSE!" I cried feeling grief and heartbreak in the same moment. And he, thunderously gave me his thoughts in his defending his love for me, in his ominous tones...

"And running away with me is a bad idea now?! Why do you keep on fucking pushing me away?! It is, THIS SIMPLE! TIME DOESN'T CHANGE A FUCKING THING, HERMIONE! I'm so in love with you, my life doesn't exist, without you in it! I've never felt this way about any witch in my life... I can't help myself but falling in love with you, over and over and over again. You've been bleeding torturing me for eight mind numbing years! I have ALWAYS loved you, Hermione Jean Granger... the more I hated you, the more I understood what that hatred was all about, that afflicted me in more ways than you'll ever believe me! I was reminded of how I loved you, every time I saw you in Diagon Alley getting ready for the new term, in the Great Hall eating and laughing in your Golden Trio... Professor Snape's Potions class, McGonagall's Transfiguration Class... you punching me in the bloody face! Seeing you fawn over Weasley, KILLING ME! And oh gods... The Fucking Yule Ball! Oh, Salazar... don't even get me going on that ridiculous Ball, seeing you with KRUM!" He paused in his heated debates and I wept in whimpers hearing all of his love for me, as he continued, calming hisself down... "seeing you in my ancestral home and then, Vegas... you were always there in my hopelessness for you, chiseling away at my heart... and I knew, that second I saw you again, in that awful dress shop, that our destinies were coming back to us for a purpose and what it all meant... you were my meaning, Hermione. You have always been the meaning to my life. The answer to my half, that never felt whole... every time I see you... I want you, I need you, I crave you, I taste you, I love you...

And you've been persecuting yourself, fighting against us and what we could be... what we are... the sooner you stop fighting against what you know, and stop being so fucking stubborn, you're going to know what this all could be for us. Forever..." Draco concluded his heartfelt speech for me. I loved him as much as he loved me... but there was just so much hurt in our pasts, to keep us from living in a happily ever after, that he couldn't see, nor wouldn't see. And I was too scared to face our lives to love openly in our Wizarding World, knowing what would be our consequences...

"Draco, you know this could never work in the reality of our outside worlds! You... you know your family would never accept us! Why can't we live in this now, as a secret relationship between us? Draco... I have to marry Ronald," My tears stormed as I hyperventilated for air, finding my calming breaths.

He chuckled in disbelief, "What?! Is this what you're honestly worried about?! So that's been keeping you from fully being with me, is because you're worried about what my family would think?! Since when do you adhere to the rules, Granger?! You proved yourself, during the war to fight for what you want! And you've proven it in our pasts! You're anything but ordinary and it's one of a million reasons as to why I love you! My family will accept you, because I Love You... and this just, keeps getting better and better... You want me to be your abominable side piece?! Away from the questioning old and deplorable GRYFFINDORS? Jesus, Granger, and your lot thinks us SLYTHERIN'S are PREJUDICED?! HA! Wait a minute... this is hilarious," he paused laughing in dark mockery and continued his speech...

"So what you're proposing we do... is that you marry Weasel, and continue seeing me in secret?! Your even more mad, than I ever thought! Fucking, Salazar's Walking Stick... Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you, darling... But I'm not anyone's second choice. Plus, I Am an exceedingly... Jealous lover, GRANGER... And I would never... ever share you with anyone," He got right in my face in his threats and retorted to his loving phrases... "You're my chosen treasure, I want to cherish you for the rest of my life! I choose you, and I'm practically making a fucking fool of myself here on my hands and knees for you, and still you cannot get that Ginger blockade out of your mind?! I've given you so many opportunities to be with me and I am sick of this game! You know I want you... you know that I fucking love you, Hermione Granger. So here's my next proposal...

"It's me. Or nothing at all..." he glared in his hatred love of me.

"You're giving me an ultimatum?! Seriously?!" I was gobsmacked at his requests. Wiping my tears from my melting chocolate eyes.

"You seriously, downgraded me to a fucking thing on the side... so I say we're pretty even," Draco darkly counter reacted in his malice tones.

"You foul, evil..." I began to wail in mutters at him...

"Come on, Granger! Tell me how much you loathe me!" He mocked my pain of loving him. And I understood, albeit still feeling the agony.

"I'll loathe you, for eternity, you snake bastard!" I shouted at the top of my lungs.

"Likewise..." He scoffed, looking at me as if I were beneath him.

"This concludes our eventful evening, and I thank you again, for ruining it. You've become a professional at destroying us, haven't you?" Draco wheeled around with a deadly glare in his eyes.

"Happy Fucking Birthday," He echoed down the hallway reentering Madame Orloff's room of prophecies.

I was furious with myself and with him... for the first time in all my life, I was completely out of control. I disapparated back home, seeing Ronald sleeping like stump still in his oblivion. I hated Ronald... I hate myself... and I hated that I loved Draco Malfoy.

This despair was killing me, little by little, every second of every day. My heart was telling me to run back to Draco... but my frustrations of the unknown if The Malfoy's would ever truly except me, and also hurting The Weasley family, kept my feet firmly put.