Muteki! I don't own Harry Potter because I'm not JK Rowling! (Ha did you think I was? Did you?) Even though I WISH I owned Draco. I don't. Sadly. *huggles one scared Draco*

Me: Oh, I love you Draco! Never leave me!

Draco: *thinking* Damn, damn, damn! She took my wand!! How should I escape?

Me: Drac-ee-baby can you take me to Diagon Alley?

Draco: *pretend not to listen pretend not to listen*

Me: I know you're listening!

Draco: Damn!

Me: Take…me…to…Diagon…Alley…!

Draco: ^_^'' (scary…) I hate Muggles!

Me: hee hee YOU LOVE ME!

Draco: no I don't

Me: yes you do

Draco: don't

Me: do

Draco: don't

Me: DO! MUTEKI!

Draco: DON'T!

Me: oh…you so do…*ducktapes his mouth shut*

Draco: !!!

Me: This is a great Muggle invention don't you think? See? You do love me.

Draco: !()@*&$)(*@#!!! *can't talk*

Me: hee hee you don't deny what's true! I knew it! You do!

Draco: (she sure hears what she wants to….)

Me: Now! Read my story! Me and Drac-ee-baby will get a room *wink*

Draco: (someone please…take pity…HELP!!)

Don't be scared fellow readers I try not to be this scary in every opening to every chapter!! ^_^

And hey give me a nice review and let me know if I'm making everyone sound British!

"Hermione!" Harry sighed, "Are you listening to me?"

Hermione snapped her gaze from the floor and gazed up at Harry, "Oh…um…I'm sorry Harry I can't seem to focus today."

"I noticed," Harry smiled weakly.

Harry couldn't help it. He was depressed. He had tried very hard not to but he had fallen in love with Hermione. She had always been there and she was smart and beautiful. Why hadn't he noticed sooner? But of course, Ron Weasley, his best friend had also fell in love with Hermione.

Lately though Hermione had seemed a bit depressed herself.

"Hermione?" Harry said, his question beaming through his voice although he had not spoken the words.

"I'm fine, really, Harry," Hermione smiled, "I know I must seem horribly out of it for you to be concerned with me but honestly I'm fine."

He couldn't doubt her. He looked into her big cinnamon eyes and he was mesmerized. All Harry wanted to do was wrap his arms around her and believe everything she said. But life was never that black and white.

"I'll have to catch up with you later," Hermione said standing up and shouldering her bag holding all her school things, "I'll see you and Ron at supper."

"Ok," Harry nodded. What else could he do? "Bye then."

"Bye."

Hermione walked, quite slowly, to the library. For the past week she had been remarkably melancholy. She hadn't meant to brush off Harry like she did but she was so preoccupied with herself she barely had time to acknowledge others. Hermione didn't even know what was getting her down. It was just a bad feeling. She hated not being in control so she had constantly lay awake at night just trying to figure out what was so foreboding.

Before she knew it she ran into Neville Longbottom. He fell backward and his books literally flew in midair. For a moment Hermione saw it all in slow motion but as soon as his Herbs book cracked against her forehead everything was the same and she was standing, dumbfounded, in the middle of the hallway.

"Hermione!" Neville cried, quickly picking himself off the floor, "Oh are you alright? I'm so sorry! I didn't even see you… I ran clear into you!"

"It's…It's alright. I'm fine. Don't worry. Here," she said stooping to help him collect his books, "Let me help."

"You know…" Neville started, "No forget it. I don't want to pry."

"Please," Hermione urged, "What are you wondering?"

"Not really 'what' but… Why are you so out of it lately?" Neville asked, holding tightly onto all of his books now.

"Do I really seem that odd lately?" she said giving a half-hearted laugh.

"Honestly? Yes I suppose."

"Well don't worry about me," she said waving off his concern, "I'm going to be fine."

"If you say so…" he sighed.

"I do say so."

"Well then I'll catch up with you later," Neville sighed.

"Bye," she nodded as he hurried back to the Gryffindor common room.

Hermione felt detached from life at school. She felt detached from life, truth be told.

'I can't dwell on it' she told herself.

She wanted to be positive about everything but she knew that something was wrong, or something was going to be wrong. And she couldn't help but worry about it.

So she sucked up what energy she had left to give and tried to wear a fake smile and walk around like usual. She might be very talented but she had no inner eye to help her predict the future. She would just have to wait until the future became the present.