Hermione stood on the platform of 9 ¾ with her two best friends "I can't believe you aren't coming back for our last year" she said to them.

"Well what do you expect Hermione, I was waiting for an excuse not to go back since I first got there" Ron joked. Hermione knew that a part of him was sad not to be going back, but he did hate school, and she was sure that if it wasn't for them always saving the day that he would have failed out of school.

Harry smiled, "besides with all of our experience during the war, the ministry isn't requiring us to have to take our N.E.W.T.S. In fact, you don't even need to go back yourself, but you would never feel like you've earned the job if you didn't pass all the required tests. You're going to have a great year Hermione, I just know it, and you've become a head girl who is going to be amazing. He pulled her into a deep hug "now hurry, or you'll miss the train."

Hermione smiled into his shoulder "Thanks, Harry," she then hugged Ron. "I'm going to miss you both so much!" She grabbed her luggage rack and wheeled it over to one of the conductors who took it to the baggage car. She turned one last time and waved to the two men on the platform before entering the Hogwarts Express.

She found an empty compartment and made herself comfortable. She took out a book from her bag; the book was titled "Wizards and Witches: Banishment". She had found it in the back corner of Second- hand bookshop on Diagon Alley.

She was in the middle of reading about Jean Millicent, who had been banished back in 1540 for having an affair with and showing her magic to a muggle, not only was she banished, the ministry had made the decision to bind her magic when her cabin door opened, and the noise startled her. Looking up she saw the thin frame of Draco Malfoy, he wasn't even paying attention to see if anyone was even in this compartment. He had a muggle portable cd player in his hand, headphones over his ears, and a bag draped over his shoulder.

Hermione watched him not even notice her and sit across from her, unsure of whether she should say anything she just stared at him. It wasn't until he had put down his bag that he noticed her "Jeez! Granger, when did you get here?"

She rolled her eyes, she didn't have loathsome hate for him anymore, and not that she ever really did, especially once he convinced his family to switch sides during the war. He never really was a bad guy just doing what he thought he was supposed to. "I've been here since we've left London." She pointed to the cd-player, "Since when do you use muggle inventions?"

"Oh, this" he lifted it to emphasize that's what he was talking about, "I typically don't call it an experiment of some kind. I've seen muggles and wizards use it, and I wanted to see what it was. Did you know that there is some decent muggle music?"

Hermione gave a slight chortle, she had been listening to muggle music her whole life "yes I did." Closing her book and leaning forward she asked him "what are you listening to right now?"

"Umm? I never seem to be able to remember any of the band's names." He reached into his bag and pulled out a cd case, "a band called Matchbox 20. Have you heard of them?"

Hermione's eyes widened as she reached for the CD case "heard of them? I love them; they are one of my favorite muggle band's at the moment. Which is your favorite song?"

Draco laughed at her outburst "mine too, who knew we would have something in common. Though, to be honest, I haven't actually been listening to a lot of so-called modern music. During the summer, after everything was settled, I wanted to immerse myself into muggle culture to get a better sense of the types of beings they are. So I asked the house elves to gather some muggle music. Come to find out they had asked my aunt Andromeda for recommendations so most of what I listened to was music from the 1970's, a lot of Queen, Aerosmith. As for my favorite song off of this album, I think it has to be Back 2 Good." He points his pointer finger at her "no wise cracks!"

She raised her hands in defense "I would never. That's a good song; my favorite is the song Push." Draco nodded his head in agreement; he noticed her book that was now resting in her lap. "That's the Hermione I always know with her nose in a book" he smirked.

"Ha-Ha-Ha" she faked laughed, "so what I enjoy reading, it's not a flaw." Hermione gripped the book tighter to her body, she was tired of people making fun of her for her love of reading.

This time, Draco raised his hands in defense "never said it was, just nice to see that even after everything somethings haven't changed."

"What made you want to come back this year? I was sure that you wouldn't want to" She asked him.

"To be honest to get out of my house! I couldn't take my parents trying to actual talk to me and act like they cared about what I was doing. It was honestly great in the beginning. I had spent most of my life having to worry about myself; when it came to the little things, my parents didn't care. If it didn't make my family come off in a bad light, I was on my own. They only cared if it would make others suffer, like for instance Hagrid in the third year. It is also nice once in a while, but it got to the point where every day my mom wanted to know what I was up too, where I was going, who I was going to be with, etc. I'm 17 the legal age to do whatever I want, and now they are all over my every move. My father was worse than my mother he tried to have the father/son talk with me. I had to explain that he was a few years too late for that."

"Oh. Well, they are just trying to be normal parents, it is new for them too. My parents are always asking where I am going, even though they know I am pretty much a saint."

"That's all well and good, but it drove me bonkers. Besides my letter from Hogwarts said that if I returned, I would be put into the position of head boy."

Hermione's eyes grew wide "You're head, boy?" she didn't mean to have her tone be so shocked; but she was shocked.

He shrugged "yes why?" as he raised an eyebrow at her.

" It's just that I'm head girl. It looks like we will be roommates this year" she gave a small smile trying to hide her sheer bewilderment and dread. Draco looked at her and smirked, "I could think of worse people to be roommates with."

She felt her cheeks warm. He was the first to depart from their conversation by placing his earphones back over his head. Hermione thought that was slightly rude, but had come to expect nothing much of manners from Draco. She reopened her book and began reading again. Every few pages Hermione would steal glances at Draco who was curled against the wall asleep.

She only woke him when it was time to meet with the other prefects and talk about their duties for the upcoming year. Once they were back in their compartment they each returned to what they were doing, Draco sleeping listening to music and Hermione reading, for the remainder of the train ride, sitting in surprisingly comfortable silence.

Hermione and Draco entered their new room, after the banquet to start the new year. It was larger than expected. Each had their own bedroom, and bathroom; they just shared a common room. There was also a little kitchenette, which Hermione was excited for since her long hours of studying coffee had become her friend and now it was right here in her room she didn't need to feel guilty for asking the house elves to get it for her. No matter what anyone told her, not even house elves themselves, she would never be convinced that they actually liked to serve witches and wizards. To her, it was almost like Stockholm syndrome, where they are conditioned to think that they love humans as slaves.

"This is nice," Draco said as he sat on the couch. The room had hints of Slytherin and Gryffindor together greens and reds, silvers and golds. "Yes, it is" Hermione responded as she sat on the other end of the sofa. She was excited to start her classes tomorrow. This year's schedule was going to be a good one; her classes consisted of Charms, Potions, Arithmancy, Herbology, History of Magic and Transfiguration. She wondered what Draco schedule was like "are you excited to start classes?"

"Excited isn't the word I would use, but yeah it should be good. I have easy classes this year."

"What are you taking? Maybe were in the same class" Hermione questioned.

"Charms, Potions, Alchemy, which might be my hardest one but doubtful, Herbology, and Arithmancy" he replied.

"Wow four out of six, I guess we can be study buddies" she chuckled.

Draco smirked "dying to spend more time with me, Granger?"

Hermione quickly looked down and blushed "no, I…I was attempting a joke…."

Draco burst out laughing "I know that, I was making one back. I didn't realize that you were so sensitive about it."

Hermione felt her face being on fire from blushing so much "no I'm not sensitive about it, I just don't usually crack jokes, …."

Draco could only smile at this "it's alright Granger if it upsets you I'll try to refrain from cracking jokes with you."

"No it's fine, I don't know why I even... Joking around is fine. Just forget it." She waved her arm in front of her.

"It's forgotten." He got up from the couch "well I'm off to bed, see you in the morning study buddy" he winked as he closed his door.

"Oh," Hermione blushed again as she closed her door.

The first half the semester was going fairly well. It was November, and that meant it was time for midterms; she was positive that she was going to fine on all her tests. Despite joking about, in the beginning, she and Draco did occasionally study together. It amazed her how smart he was. She knew he was second only to her for most of their time at Hogwarts but to see him studying in person was different.

The only class that was going to be an issue for midterms was her History of Magic class. This class didn't have a test, but rather a 3-foot parchment essay. The essay topic was to pick a witch or wizard that wasn't well known and talk about their accomplishments.

She still had to choose a person to write about; she had no idea why it was so hard to pick someone. That night, which was Thursday, the essay was due that following Monday, she sat on her bed looking up at the ceiling "what am I going to do?" She closed her eyes to cleanse her mind of everything and decided to just read and hopefully a person will come to mind.

She remembered her new book Wizards & Witches: Banishment that she had begun reading on the Hogwarts Express. To her surprise, she hadn't gotten to finish it yet. Now she remembered why she didn't finish she was too busy looking at Draco instead of actually reading.

She flipped to the page she left on, the Wizards name was Wilford Crockford. He was banished back in 1902 for discovering that muggles and wizards have the same type of blood. The only difference is a small mutation that allows them to do magic. It is almost identical to the mutation or DNA strands that make someone have blue eyes instead of brown, blonde hair instead of red. The ministry of magic rejected his discovery and he was banished to live in the muggle world. His name was changed to William Clarke.

"Hmm this seems fascinating," Hermione said to herself. She grabbed her notebook and began to take notes on Wilford Crockford. As Hermione continued to read, she learned that he was superb at predicting the future as well. Though she felt that skill wasn't actually possible, one couldn't predict the future. Closing the book in a rush, she decided that she needed to know if there were more books on him.

Hermione exited her room to see Draco laying on the couch listening to music. They didn't have to tell each other where they were going, but it had become a habit for them to do so. Since the semester started, they had become somewhat friends. She knelt down close to him to gently tap his shoulder, the movement shocked him awake "uh? What? Oh hey what do you want?" he asked as reclosed his eyes without taking in the fact that she was just next to his face.

She rolled her eyes as she leaned back on her heels "I don't want anything just letting you know that I'm going to be in the library for a little bit so don't miss me too much." Without waiting for a reply, she got to her feet and left. She could hear his laughter through the closed door. She smiled to herself as she headed to the library.

Once in the library, Hermione strode over to the card catalog to see what she could find on Wilford Crockford/ William Clarke. She could find only one book in the restricted section. The ministry must not have wanted his discovery known. She found the book she was looking for, took back to a table and began to read.

There wasn't much more information in this book then the book back in her room. The only thing that it had to add was two points; one that Crockford had lived the rest of his days in the muggle world in unknown locations and his last known place that he was, was his death on April 15, 1912. The book explained that he had died on the Titanic on his way to America. It doesn't say whether he was going to convince the American Ministry about his discovery. Then two one of the members of the Wizengamot that had banished Crockford in the first place was Draco's great grandfather Gaius Malfoy. Along with some other surnames that she recognized: Nash Black, Samuel Potter, and Hamilton Parkinson.

After reading through the section for the tenth time she knew, there was only one thing she could do to get the answers Hermione needed; she needed to go back to in time to see him on the Titanic. It was only placed that she knew that she could find him. If she went back earlier and tried to find him in Muggle London, it might not be as easy. She just had to see what he had discovered, what he thought, how he felt, everything.

Hermione still had her time-turner that Dumbledore had given her back in her third year. Something had told her not to get rid of it, and now she knew why.

It was midnight when she got back to their room Draco was still asleep on the couch. Hermione couldn't help but stare at him; he looked so peaceful while he slept. His blonde hair had fallen on his face it was cute. Hermione always liked it when his hair was slightly messy.

Hermione continued to look at him, not sure why she kept doing it but she did, he suddenly began to stir, which made her jump. Hermione leaned in and whispered "Goodnight Draco" before retreating into her room.

Hermione rummaged through her things; knowing that she had packed it with her. She had done it every year since she had it. Finally at the bottom of her trunk there it was. She carefully picked it up; she knew the risks, especially going back so far in time. She wouldn't have any magic; she wouldn't be able to use the time-turner herself, so it was crucial to find Crockford. She knew a lot about the Titanic, when she was still in muggle school she had done a report about it.

But she did want to be refreshed before she took this journey, so she took out the only books that the school library had on it. She opened her door to see if Draco was still on the couch; he had moved to his room.

Draco had fallen back asleep on the sofa after Hermione had left for the library. "Bookworm" he laughed to himself. Much later Draco awoke st the sound of the door opening and closing, still too tired Draco didn't bother opening his eyes. In a moment he could feel that unmistakable feeling of her staring at him. He was accustomed to the sense of being stared at, but it was becoming a common occurrence for her to stare at him. It didn't bother him so he kept still with his eyes shut. After awhile though he had a feeling that if he didn't move, she would've continued to stare at him. So ever so slightly he twitched and rolled onto his side. He could hear her make a small gasp and jump backward.

It took every fiber of his being not to smirk at her. He felt her hot breath near his ear "Goodnight Draco." It wasn't until he heard her door shut that he opened his eyes and sat up. His body felt warm, but he was relaxed, he looked at her door and had a real smile; that seemed to be happening a lot lately, but no one knew. He gathered his things and went into his room.

The next morning he could hear birds chirping outside "Ugh, I hate mornings." He slowly stretched and planted his feet on the ground. Looking at his clock which read that it was 6:30 "Ah bloody hell! I don't even have classes today why am I even up this early?" he groaned. Knowing that he would be unable to fall back asleep, got up and shuffled to the kitchenette for some coffee.

He glanced at Hermione's door; he heard her awake, Draco planned to ask if she wanted coffee as well after he got himself dressed. Fifteen minutes later he exited his room and knocked on her door. There was no answer, but he heard her in there. Not one to be ignored Draco opened the door "Hermione I wanted to know…" he said as he entered. He didn't have the ability to finish his sentence because he was sucked into the spell that Hermione had just cast.

Hermione heard him knock but was in the middle of turning the time-turner and didn't want to lose count so ignored him. She hadn't been able to sleep, so she was studying all night; she had just a few more turns to go when Draco opened her door. She heard his voice, but it was too late the spell had started, he was sucked in with her.

They went spinning through time surrounded by a bright white light. They soon landed on a hard wooden deck.