Can you really change a Prophecy?

Pensieve

You and Draco spent most of the afternoon in your room, you talked mostly about the upcoming events at Hogwarts and how everything was mostly calm. Which was very weird, but you reminded him it was usually calm before the storm hit anyways. Which made him smile, "Draco, what do you know about the Black family?" You asked him, he was sprawled on your bed looking up at the ceiling. "What do you want to know?" He sat up on his shoulders and looked at you. He was concerned, not because of the blacks but because this was dangerous territory. "Nevermind," You said smiling. He smirked and laid back down. "Can you believe class starts back in two days?" You said laying down next to him. "We have done nothing, well you have with Pansy," You said giggling at Draco. He blushed, "It was just a kiss." Draco said, rolling over onto his side to face you. You giggled more, "She was practically eating your face off." You laughed, he smiled trying not to laugh. It was a few minutes of silence before you both busted out laughing. "Okay maybe we had a little makeout session, but it was her idea." Draco said, laughing softly. You giggled, "Claiming innocence?" You raised a eyebrow. Draco smirked, "I swear I'm innocent." "Innocent until proven guilty." You rolled your eyes. You were not believing Draco, he was a womanizer. No way he didn't want a makeout session with Pansy. Draco sighed, "Well it's almost dinner time. Get ready and I'll meet you in the dining hall." "Is your girlfriend going to be there?" You giggled, Draco glared at you, "She's not my girlfriend, merely something to keep me busy." You laughed, "Alright Draco, I'll be down in fifteen minutes." "Better be this time," He winked. You rolled your eyes as he left, quickly grabbing your things and heading to the shower.
It was twenty minutes before you got to the dining hall. When you got there you immediately saw Draco with Pansy. You giggled to yourself as you scanned the rest of the area to see you all was here. You seen your three friends sitting at the gryffindor table. You gave a polite smile when they looked at you, making your way to sit across Draco and Pansy. "Draco, why don't you want to come with me tomorrow?" Pansy whined. You sat down in your seat across from them, you giggled quietly at Draco, who returned it with a glare. "Because me and (Y/N), have something to do tomorrow." Draco said, winking at you. You smirked, "I don't recall us having something to do, you should totally go with Pig- I mean Pansy." You gave them a soft smile. Pansy smiled in excitement. "Come on Draco! Come with me!" Pansy practically yelled. Draco shot you a look and sighed. "Fine." You giggled as Pansy gleamed with excitement. You felt a light tap on your foot. "Oops," You whispered, shrugging your shoulders at Draco. Draco glared daggers at you, while you giggled. If looks could kill you would've been dead. Before you three could say anything else dinner appeared.
After you three finished eating, you all went for a walk in the corridors. You walked a bit before them, watching the paintings communicate and act out. You heard Pansy and Draco giggling, which made you smile. You ran up to the doors of Dumbledore's office, or lair as you joked with Harry. You heard Pansy and Draco stop  as you were about to enter, "(Y/N), what in the bloody hell are you doing?" Draco whispered harshly. You turned back and gave a smirk, walking straight in and leaving them both. You were met with darkness, which was to be expected since the first time you were in here was about 3 years ago. It was dimly lit that time. You walked around in his office, looking around at the weird objects scattered around. You made your way up to a closet, that opened once you walked near it. It was some sort of bowl with weird liquid swirling around. A soon as you were about to go near a hand touched your shoulder. "Ms. (Y/N), what are you doing in here?" A soft male voice said. You turned around and came face to face with dumbledore. It took a few moments of silence before you ever responded, "Dum-Dumbledore, I need to ask you something." You said looking away from him. He made a noise and walked away, leading back to his big desk. "What's your question?" He asked, "It's about-" "The Prophecy for you? The blacks? Or a bit of everything?" Dumbledore asked before letting you answer. He got up and walked to the bowl you had been at. "My dear, do you know what this is?" "I've heard of them, I don't remember the name.." He nodded, "It's called a Pensieve. You can view memories an-" "And no one can see you, almost like a ghost." You said in awe. You went closer to the Pensieve, "Don't get too close, you might fall in." Dumbledore joked. You looked up at him and smiled. He grabbed a vial and poured it into the Pensieve, "Here. Take a look at this if you want to know about the Prophecy. Now about the Blacks, I have no help for you there." Dumbledore turned away after he gave you a soft smile just as you were sucked into his memory.