He had been here for three weeks now, but it didn't seem like a lifetime would be enough. He had held his son and learned how to properly change a diaper. He had formed devious plots and schemes with his daughter and taught her how to fly. He had bonded with Terran and had even gotten the hang of the car. Well, sort of.

And Hermione, Hermione had been an absolute star. She was so good and so smart and quite funny. He couldn't imagine his life without her and that dark time when he hadn't loved her seemed dull and insignificant. And very faraway.

That was why when he saw her necklace laying forgotten in their bed that morning he felt a shock of fear. He knew that she never took it off.

Perhaps it fell off while she slept he reasoned, yes, yes that's most definitely what happened. He felt relief wash over him as he gingerly picked up the necklace and walked to the kitchen.

Draco stepped into the kitchen and dropped the necklace on the floor. No. This could not be happening. Not now. Not yet.

"Mr. Malfoy," Dumbledore smiled, "I am glad to see that you have finally learned that wasting time is a fruitless waste of energy."

Draco said nothing.

The headmaster looked somber, "And now that you've served your purpose it is time for you to return to us. The world needs you Draco Malfoy, Hogwarts needs you, she needs you." Dumbledore hunched down and plucked the necklace up from the floor. He extended the necklace to Draco.

"But, but professor, Hermione doesn't know about where I went? She doesn't know anything? Her future? Our future?"

Dumbledore sighed, "I am afraid Mr. Malfoy that your journey does not end here. You have a rather er- harrowing task ahead of you," He smiled again, "But I know that it is something you can handle.

"Now, grab hold of this my dear boy and to quote yourself 'let's get out of here and get back to our own time.'" He motioned to the necklace.

Draco extended a shaky hand. So this was it, the end. The end of something…something that had seemed so real and yet, it was all for nothing. No one knew about it and no one would remember it except him and the headmaster. He sighed, it would be impossible for him to forget this. No other woman would ever be enough because they wouldn't be her. And the Hermione he'd be returning to hated him. He'd be returning to Granger.

"Mr. Malfoy?" Dumbledore was staring at him with raised eyebrows.

"Sorry," Draco said. With a deep breath he warily stretched out and touched the necklace. His stomach felt extremely knotted.

Then, terribly sudden, he felt as if he was being dragged forward by his belly button. Images swirled sickeningly around him and the air was full of disconcerting sounds and smells. Just as he was on the verge of losing last night's dinner they came to a halt. He blinked and stared about; he was in the Hospital Wing. He was back at Hogwarts. He looked down at his hands and saw that he was 17 again and noted with alarm that he was no longer wearing a wedding ring.

But before he could even properly get his bearings the woman of his dreams had something to say,

"MALFOY! You HUGE prat have got some SERIOUS explaining to do!"

"Hello to you too dear…"