As Hermione stared unblinkingly at the ceiling of St. Mungo's, she listed all the things she was absolutely positive of: 1. She was in the hospital. 2. She had been in an accident. 3. She thought it was 1999 and the healer thought it was 2006. 4. Malfoy claimed to be her husband. 5. Ron was nowhere to be found.

She moved to stand in front of him once she made sure the blanket still covered most of her body from him. "Well, things are so good between us. And what if this- What if it's bad?" He smirked at her. "Are you doubting my skills in bed?" "No. I think I'm doubting mine," she finally stammered out. Her cheeks heated up as she watched him with wide eyes.

Draco thought it would be good for his relationship if they spent Friday evenings together instead of apart. Somehow, in Hermione's mind at least, that meant that he had agreed to play Dungeons and Dragons in a room filled with Gryffindors. Once that idea was in her head, there was nothing that he could do about it.

Hermione wasn't ready to date. She was still learning to trust again after her relationship ended. She expected months- no years to sort through her complex feelings. When she was ready again she was going to jump back into the dating pool. Draco Malfoy had to ruin everything by asking her to grab drinks with him.