A/N: This story is just an idea I had. I was watching 13 Going on 30 and this idea came to my mind. (: If you watch it and think, you may see the resemblances. Here's the prologue. Please tell me what you think!


Hermione woke up to the sound of her mum and dad coming into her room with a plate of eggs, bacon, hash browns, and a chocolate cupcake in the middle with a candle sticking out of it lighted.

"Happy birthday, Hermione!" they yelled out. They started singing Happy Birthday to her as she sat up quickly in her bed, beaming at her parents. Her mum and dad sat down on her bed and held the plate out in front of her.

"Make a wish, sweetie!" her mum said, smiling at her now ten-year-old daughter.

Hermione closed her eyes for a few moments and when she thought of a wish, opened her eyes and blew out the candle on the cupcake. Her mum set the plate down on her lap and she started eating her breakfast-in-bed.

Her parents would do this every year on her birthday. They would wake her up for school(unless her birthday was on a weekend that year) with her breakfast in their hands. They would never let her do something like that on a normal day, for the plate could tilt and hash browns and eggs and ketchup and bacon would fall to her bed. Hermione's mum was crazy about having things clean.

"Make sure you don't spill anything," she said with a slightly worried look in her eyes as she watched her daughter eat.

"Don't worry, Mum. I know how to eat without spilling anything," Hermione replied with a smile. "And, thank you!" she said to both her mum and dad.

"You're welcome, Hermy. You deserve it, kiddo," her dad said, patting her on the back and giving her a kiss on the cheek.

"Thank you, Daddy."

"All right. We'll leave you to eat and get ready for school. We've got to pick up Draco today, too, because his parents are in an important meeting again, so you've got to be ready five minutes earlier," her mum told her before they walked out of her room, closing the door behind them.

Hermione squealed at the fact that Draco would be riding with her to school. It was always fun in the car with him in there too. She also wondered what he got her for her birthday. She ate in a hurry and jumped up into the bathroom to brush her teeth and such. She threw on blue jeans and her favorite green shirt. She looked in the mirror and was satisfied with what she saw. She didn't really care how she looked so much. Just as long as she didn't look like a hobo with dirty clothes, she was fine. Her hair was untamable and completely impossible, so she just brushed through it to get the tangles out.

She ran downstairs and threw on her white jumper. Her dad usually drove her to school and he walked past her with his jingling keys and out the door to go start up the car. That was a sign that they would have to leave now. She put on her black Converses and headed out the door, too. Her dad's silver car looked extra silver and shiny today. The grass and trees looked especially green and the weather was absolutely perfect. It was as if the day made itself nice just for her.

Hermione got into the backseat, putting her backpack in the middle, and latched her seatbelt. Her dad adjusted the rearview mirror and off they went to Draco's house. His house was only a couple minutes away. They lived within the same neighborhood, but they weren't neighbors.

As they pulled up in the front, Hermione noticed that Draco was already outside his door, waiting for them to come. He ran to the car and got in quickly, clearly excited.

"Happy birthday, Hermione!" he said, accidentally throwing his almost-empty knapsack at her face instead of the middle. "Oops, sorry."

"That's okay, Draco. And thank you! I'm finally ten. The same age as you!" she said, beaming.

"But I'm still older," he said, raising his chin up.

"By seven days!" Hermione reminded him.

Mr. Granger chuckled at the two kids as he started driving them to school.

"I can't believe, I'm moving tomorrow…" he said, his voice trailing off sadly.

Hermione hit him, earning an "ouch!"

"Don't mention it! It's my birthday. I don't want to remember that on my birthday. It'll make me cry," she said. "And I know you hate it when I cry."

"All right, all right," he said, putting his hands up in surrender.

"So, what'd you get me for my birthday?" she asked as they got out of the neighborhood.

"It's a surprise. Oh, Mr. Granger, can Hermione come over my house today after school to get her present?" Draco asked kindly.

He looked at the child through the rearview mirror. "Of course she can, Draco," he said with a smile.

"Oh, Blaise is coming over, too. We're gonna--" He got interrupted when Hermione groaned.

"Zabini? I don't like him. He's really rude to me. And he called me a Mudblood! I don't know what it means, but I know it has something to do with me having dirty blood. Which I do not!"

"Come on, Hermione. You don't have to stay for a while if you don't want to. You can just pick up the present if you like. But I wanna see your face when you open it," he told her.

"Okay, okay," she said. "So, is Blaise your new best friend?" She sat back in her seat and crossed her arms. Her expression looked a little less happy than it did before.

"Of course not. He only has to come over because his parents have to talk to my parents. You're my best friend, Hermione," he assured her. She looked at him and smiled.

- x -

"Bye, Dad! I'll walk back home in a bit," Hermione said as she got out of the car.

"All right. See you later, kiddo," he said as he drove away.

Hermione waved to her dad until he was out of sight and sprinted to Draco's door. She rang the doorbell and heard a bunch of thumping around before the door opened to reveal Draco. Blaise appeared almost out of nowhere, glaring at her once he saw her. Hermione glared at him back and them looked back at Draco, her expression totally different.

"Oh! Your present is upstairs. Hold on, I'll be back in a sec," Draco said as he sprinted up the stairs.

Hermione and Blaise glared daggers at each other.

"What's up, Mudblood? Roll in any swamps lately?"

"No, Zabini. Will you shut that trap of yours? Your breath stinks," she said as she swatted the air in front of her face. "Seems like you were snogging a swamp a few seconds ago."

"We were just talking about you, you know," he said. Hermione had a curious look on her face when he said that. "Draco was saying--"

"Here it is!" Draco then yelled, with a large white book in his hands. He ran down the stairs and gave Hermione her present. "I made it for you, Hermione. It's a scrapbook."

She took the book from his hands and read what it said on the cover in black marker:

Happy birthday, Hermione! I hope you like being ten. The seven days since I turned ten have been great so far. That's 'cause I'm always hanging around you. I hope you like my gift. I know you love the number ten because it's the first double-digit number, so I wanted to have an extra special gift for it. Remember, my favorite number is seventeen! That gives you seven years to make something for me. Enjoy!

Hermione looked up and smiled at Draco, who was looking down at the ground awkwardly. He was blushing!

"Aw, thanks so much, Draco!" she said. He looked up at the sound of her voice. She hugged him and he uncomfortably returned it.

"Now open it up. It gets better," he said.

Hermione laughed. "Okay."

She opened the book and was in awe of what she saw on each and every page she turned. There were pictures of her and him, there were pictures of her and her family and her friends at school. There were baby pictures, pictures from parties that took place years ago, and some random pictures they would take. There were even the notes they would pass in class through the years glued in there. He wrote some jokes they had told each other and some memories down all over the scrapbook, in random pages.

All the pages were completely full and there wasn't one page that she liked more than another one. They were all decorated so well and not overdone. It was just perfect.

"I know you like looking at pictures and I know you like arts and crafts. I'm not a fan of the 'arting and crafting,' but I know you are, so I decided to put this together. And I know you love tulips, so on that page--" he said as she was looking at the last page.

She gasped, interrupting him. "It's beautiful!" Actually, she liked this page the best. It was covered in tulips, tulip stickers, and with pictures of just him and her. There was one of her whispering something in his ear, both of them laughing together, them hugging each other. In the middle, there was a picture of him with a cheesy smile and her kissing him on the cheek. On the side, she saw that there was a little pocket that said Take what's inside. She did so and inside, there was a silver locket. She opened it up and saw a moving picture in there of when she was whispering something in his ear and they laughed.

"H-how is it-- ?" she said, amazed at how the picture was moving.

"Erm… my-my parents are rich. So, they can afford something like that," he said. But she didn't really look like she was listening. He never told her that his family was a family of witches and wizards. He never told her that someday he'd receive a letter, saying that he would be going to Hogwarts: School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Father said that 'stupid Mudbloods' get into the school, too. Maybe she might get a letter, too. He liked to be hopeful.

"Can you put it on me?" she asked him.

"Huh?" he asked surprised. "Oh, er, sure." She gave him the necklace and turned around so her back was facing him. He slipped the necklace up over her head and latched the little hook into place.

Hermione turned around and hugged Draco for a long time. He didn't care that Blaise was watching and that he would make fun of him later, he hugged her for a while. She decided to break it apart.

"Thank you again, Draco. I absolutely love it. And I'm gonna miss you," Hermione said.

"No problem at all," he said to her, looking down, as if he was hiding something. He looked up, suddenly remembering something. "Oh! I almost forgot." He started sprinting up the stairs again.

"Well, as I was saying earlier," Blaise, then, suddenly said. Hermione's head jerked in his direction. "Draco was telling me how he was so glad that he would be moving tomorrow because that would mean he would finally get away from you."

"Liar," Hermione immediately said. He wouldn't have made her this if he hated her.

"I'm telling the truth. He made all that stuff to let you remember him all through the years after he's moved, while he forgets all about you. He's a very good actor, you know," he said, sounding like he was telling the truth.

She thought about it for a while and didn't want to believe him. But she did. She was ten. She's gullible. She'll believe a lot of things…

He can be this mean. He's mean to a lot of people at school, but not to her. He's always asking girls out then dumping them later. He lies sometimes. He can be rather rude. But under that, he's sweet and caring and he's actually a very good friend.

But if he's really as good of an actor as Blaise says he is, then… was everything a lie?

She felt dizzy. She felt like crying. It was her birthday. She was supposed to be happy. Draco was moving tomorrow. Moving because he was annoyed by her. He didn't like her. He was never her friend. He's always hated her…

The more she thought about it, the more she believed it. Blaise smirked at her silence.

Draco came back downstairs with a single white tulip in his hand. "Here, the tulip will never die. It's special and--"

"I don't want your stupid, fake tulip, Malfoy," Hermione said, her face reddening out of anger and her eyes watery because she was about to cry.

"What?" He was confused. Why had she just called him by his last name? "It's not fake, it's--"

"Stop telling lies, Malfoy. Just stop. Have a great time forgetting about me in… wherever you're moving to. I hate you, Malfoy. I hate you!" She threw the scrapbook he spent weeks making at his chest and ran away. He saw that she was wiping her face as she was running away.

Draco couldn't breathe. He felt dizzy. He felt like he was going to be sick. He felt like he was going to faint. Then, he felt anger when he heard Blaise's laugh.

He turned to him. "What the bloody hell did you say to her?" he yelled. He was definitely mad when he started cursing.

"I said nothing!" he said, putting his hands up as if he were innocent. "She just started crying because you're moving away."

"She wouldn't have thrown the scrapbook I've spent making for four weeks at me. What did you say to her?" he said seriously.

"I swear on Merlin's beard I didn't say anything."

"Blaise," he said, grabbing the collar of his shirt with his free hand and bringing his face closer. "Tell me what you said to her."

"Fine. Let go of me, will you?" Blaise asked. Draco did so. "I told her that you were glad you were moving away because then you'd be away from her."

"WHAT?!" Draco screamed.

"And I told her you were a great actor and that you made her that scrapbook rubbish so she'd remember you while you're forgetting about her."

"You…" You wouldn't think that a ten-year-old would have such a colorful vocabulary. "I'm running after her…" he said, laying the scrapbook on a table and carrying the tulip.

"Merlin, Malfoy. You act like you fancy the mudblood or something," Blaise said.

Draco turned to glare at him. "That's because I do, Zabini. Ever since I first met her."

He ran to her house and rang the doorbell. Her parents answered and they said that she didn't want to speak with him right now. He even went around to the back of the house and threw rocks at her window. She pulled open the curtains only to stick a paper on it.


She stuck another paper under it.


Hermione looked down at him for a second, then closed the curtains behind the notes.

He fell to his knees on the ground. Tears made their way out of his eyes. He looked at the bracelet on his right wrist and the Undying Tulip in the other.

The fact that he wasn't going to see her again scared him. That they wouldn't even write to each other. He fancied her so much, but was never able to tell her. She was his best friend, oblivious to any signs of feelings he had for her. She wasn't like any other girl in the school. She was one of a kind. He didn't know if he could find another girl like her. Ever.

He stood up and made his way back home, the Tulip in his fingers and one last idea floating in his head.

Hermione woke up feeling terribly tired. Good thing it was Saturday. She wouldn't even be able to make it through Math if she had went to school. She recalled in her mind what happened the day before and tears started falling down her face again.

She went to her windows and opened the curtains to remove the notes she had taped to it. There, outside the window, taped to it, was a letter. Hermione was written upon the front and a tulip was attached to it.

She started crying even more as she realized it was from Draco. Hermione opened the window and reached her hand over to the other side of it to take it. She laid the tulip on her bed and read the letter he had written.

September 19, 1990

Dear Hermione,

Even though you probably won't believe me, what Blaise said wasn't true. I will miss you and I will never forget you. And, I'm sorry.

The tulip attached to this letter is, I thought, more important than the scrapbook I spent four weeks making for you. I would give you the scrapbook back, but I wasn't able to figure out a way to tape it to the window because it would just fall. You'd probably throw it away anyway.

The tulip is an Undying Tulip. It's real, not fake. You can even feel the petals and the stem, and take it to the National Place That Will Tell You If Your Tulips are Real. It's real. It's specially… grown so that it will never die. It's supposed to symbolize our undying friendship, but I guess it's too late for that now. I just wanted to give it to you. You can throw it away if you like.

And it came to my attention that you still have the necklace on that I gave you.

Hermione felt her neck and, sure enough, it was still there. She had forgotten to give(or throw) it to him.

I hope these two things that took me hours to think about will help you remember me. But, if you really want to forget about me, I won't mind if you throw all of this away.

I still have the bracelet you made me on my wrist. Made with my two favorite colours, green and silver. Every time I look down at it, I'll think of you.

I'll never take the bracelet off and I'll never forget you. I promise.


A/N: Please, review? Reviews will keep me writing. (: