Harry Potter & The Perils of Hermione Granger

by D/H Shipper
 
 

Chapter 12
A Changing World
 

Hermione Granger looked around her in the Gryffindor Girls Dormitory. Her face was flushed and her forehead was damp with sweat. "What a dream." Hermione muttered as she checked her watch to see what time it was. "Six-fifteen? I guess it's time to get up." She pushed back the maroon covers and pulled her feet out of bed. For a short night, that dream sure was strange.

'Dueling Voldemort? Being evil? Kissing Draco Malfoy?' Hermione thought silently to herself. It was all ridiculous, just nagging thoughts that didn't want to go away. She nodded in agreement and spread some toothpaste on her toothbrush. As she brushed away the plaque, Hermione couldn't help but feel like the dream was a message. She spat out the toothpaste, rinsed her mouth out, and dressed for her first day at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

"Hey Hermione." Harry greeted her with a sweet kiss. Harry Potter and Hermione Granger had been dating for at least three months since Hermioe broke up with Viktor Krum because of his busy Quidditch Schedule. The two had promised to remain friends, but as it turned out Viktor was far too busy to even have many friends. "How's my favorite girl?"

"Oh sod off you two. Go get a room if you want to-" Ron was interrupted by a loud ahem from Hermione Granger. "Oh forget it. Let's get going. Fred and George were going to pull a prank on the Slytherins today and I can't wait to see what it is."

Strangely, Hermione felt as if she was reliving someting. 'Deja Vu, possibly.' Hermione continued to ponder about the meaning of her dream, she didn't even notice where she was going. Abruptly the person in front of herself and Harry stopped, and she bumped into them. "Ooops. Sorry." Hermione apologized as she bent to collect her books that had fallen while she was in a daze.

"Who you? Sorry about me? Pitiful." Draco Malfoy's arrogant voice filled Hermione's ears and her thoughts. She stumbled backwards in surprise. "If you don't mind, Granger. I'll be going now." Draco rushed away, apparently dazed by something as well, but obviously Hermione couldn't tell whatever about.

"Bastard." Harry muttered under his breath as he held Hermione close protectively. "Can't Malfoy just talk like a normal person?" He asked half-humorously, half-seriously.

"Harry, Malfoy isn't a normal person. He's a Malfoy, who are known for their tempers and unusual likeliness to be in the Death Eaters group. I'm positive that I saw his father in-" Hermione stopped. Reality and dreamland were mixing in together and Hermione couldn't bare it any longer.

"That's true." Ron said glaring at Draco's retreating back. "Let's go sit down and have breakfast already. I'm starving!"

They took their usual seats at the Gryffindor Table. Hermione felt the feeling that someone was watching her every move, every habit, and possibly - if allowed - every thought and feeling. Their breakfast consisted of eggs and bacon with one piece of lightly toasted bread. "I had an awful dream last night.." Hermione sighed, as she pushed a piece of scrambled egg around on her plate.

"About what?" Harry asked before he bit into a piece of his toast with a loud crunch.

"Erm, Voldemort. Being evil and the sort. It was awful." Hermione replied, as she finished successfully pushing around her bacon so her whole plate made an unhappy face. Ginny chuckled beside Hermione and patted her on the back. She didn't want to tell them about her little romance with Draco Malfoy, or they would flip.

"Don't worry. It's all a dream." Ginny said in consolation.

'Is it really, Ginny?' Hermione thought silently as she excused herself to the Girls Bathroom. She was going to have a chat with Moaning Myrtle. For some reason unknown, Myrtle was good on such topics as dream interpretation.

**

"Hi Myrtle." Hermione greeted dully. She knew she sounded sullen, but there wasn't much to say to a ghost in the girls bathroom. "I need your help."

"So you disappear and then you come back asking for my help?" Myrtle sounded offended. Hermione couldn't blame her. It wasn't Myrtle's fault that she had come asking advice, but then again Myrtle probably couldn't remember Summer Vacation.

"Myrtle, it was summer vacation." Hermione explained. "We all went home for the summer. You know back home to our families and-" Myrtle rolled her eyes, but was confused about one thing.

"Well one boy didn't have summer vacation."

"What are you talking about Myrtle? Everyone has Summer vacation." Hermione was on the verge of a nervous breakdown, half from exhaustion in thinking about her so-called dream and half from Myrtle's stupidity.

"Well that Slytherin boy didn't." Myrtle said pointedly.

"What do you mean?" Hermione asked, 'Draco Malfoy? Not have Summer Vacation? That's absurd. I'm sure nothing would stand against him and his own summer vacation.'

"The Malfoy kid. He stayed here over the Summer. Don't know why, but it seemed like a last resort so-" Hermione had already packed up her books and was heading out the door. Myrtle sighed as she watched Hermione leave the bathroom. "See... I told you I was boring." She said softly and she went back to crying away her worries.

**

Defense Against the Dark Arts was the first class of the day with the Hufflepuffs. Hermione took a seat next to Pavarti Patil. As usual Pavarti was a loud-mouth blurting out answers and questions at anypoint in the lesson, which made Professor Lupin make exasperated comments on taking some masking tape and taping her mouth closed.

The feeling of Deja Vu came over Hermione yet again, and the bell rang signifying the end of the period . She had an extra free period before she moved to Potions with Professor Snape and the Slytherins. With a yearning for fresh air, Hermione left Hogwarts out to the Quidditch Pitch, where she noticed two objects protruding from the ground just under the oak tree on the far corner of the lake. Moving closer, curiosity increasing with each step, Hermione could make out that the two objects were tombstones.

'Trinty Alexis Malfoy' and 'Poisidon Ulric Longbottom' were written into the stone of the stone graves. With a gasp, Hermione thought over the possiblity that the names were wrong. But Poisidon Ulric Longbottom was born in the year 1859, which would have made him one hundred forty-three years old at his time of death. Trinity Alexis Malfoy was born in 1863 which would have made her one hundred thirty-nine at her time of death. Troubled and exhausted, Hermione leaned against the base of the oak tree and fell into a deep deep sleep.
 
 
 

Note: Hey! Chapter Twelve is up and online! Anyway I'm going to continue this. The mystery has come alive, and what is up with it? Alright. Please review and I'll continue. Hopefully this will get at least one or two reviews :)
D/H Shipper
 

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