Disclaimer- HAH! I remembered this time! I do not, nor will i ever own Harry Potter or the other consequent persons.

Today, they would be practicing a certain advanced Divination in Professor Trelawney's class of sixth years.

The overly dramatic teacher was standing in the center of the room, waving her arms at the students, trying to get them to hurry.

"Sit, sit, the aura of this room will begin to wane in no less than five minutes! We have to hurry, my dears, or this creation will fall off the edge of the Eye's vision!" she dragged out the last syllable in a hesitant apprehensive way.

Hermione huffily plopped down onto a pouf. "So, we're making visions by holding out hands over a special blend of tea leaves?"

"And saying an incantation!" Harry reminded helpfully. Hermione rolled her eyes and fought a smile.

"Girl, girl, my dear, get that crystal ball off the table!" Trelawney crowed.

Hermione huffed and slid it off into her lap, resting her forearms on it. Ron and Harry snickered. She smiled and watched as the bat-like professor instructed them. She quickly flitted around the room stopping especially at the trio's table. "You, my dear, your aura…something strange…something strange indeed…" Trelawney's eyes had a peculiar flame in them as she beamed then returned to the middle of the floor. Hermione made the oddest contorted face at her, then returned to her cup, shaking her head. Ron and Harry laughed silently.

The non-believer picked up her cup of tea, smelling the deep mysterious scent. Hermione had always loved tea and not in that ridiculous stereotypical "every Brit loves tea" way (her father, for example, couldn't stand tea). In this nonsensical class, the least she could do was actually enjoy the fruits of her work. Licking the rim of the small pale green cup, she took a sip, and blinked in surprise. It was amazingly good. The tea had her a sight better than she had been, and she reluctantly drained the cup. Gently setting it down, she closed her eyes for a second, and held her hand out over the cup. The room was silent, even the multiple beaded shawls covering the upper half of the professor seemed to still their incessant tinkling. And…

The room resumed its noise. Some people stated half-heartedly that they saw something, others babbled about what they saw, and still others muttered about how they should've taken Arithmancy. Hermione stared, bemused, at her cup. She knew it wouldn't work. Sitting back, she smiled at Harry and Ron, who were merely sitting there, not surprised. Hermione leaned back on her elbows (the pouf was rather large), and shrugged. Ron laughed aloud, then tried to-gently- kick her shin under the table. Hermione pulled her legs up and away, causing the smoky ball to slide off her lap and roll towards the edge of her pouf.

Professor Trelawney felt something niggling the back of her mind, telling her something about the aura-deficient girl, but she was busy instructing someone else. The feeling subsided for a moment.

Hermione jumped up and caught the ball just as it was about to tip off the edge of the pouf. Spinning, she turned and grinned at a relieved Harry and a cackling Ron. Stepping closer to the pouf so she could resume her previous seat, she held a hand over the table to counterbalance the ball so she could hop onto the squishy ottoman. Before her legs could push off, She stood stock still, eyes wide, body perfectly straight. Harry and Ron stopped laughing and stared at her, transfixed.

With a slight gasp, Hermione seemed to wake up. She quickly retracted her hand from where it had been hovering- over her teacup- with a small jump. The niggling increased in the professor's mind, at the exact second that the crystal ball fell out of Hermione's arms, she turned, flinging out her arm, saying "Not the-"

The ball landed neatly on top of the cup, breaking it into several pieces. Hermione was taking small, shuddering breaths. Suddenly she covered her mouth with her hand, turned and fled the room. Professor Trelawney closed her eyes briefly, she did love that cup, then curiously walked towards the remains. She picked up the ball and closed her eyes.

"Oh!" she said suddenly, set the ball on the table and stepped back. Now she knew what Hermione saw. "Harry, cast a quick reparo on the cup for me, will you?" she said acutely. He did so as she interlaced her fingers, cocking her head somewhat and remained staring at the door.

Draco Malfoy stepped into the door frame, looking behind him confusedly. "Um, Professor, Dumbledore wishes to see…you…what happened to Granger?" he turned his head back to stare at her in a what-the-hell-is-going-on-here way.

The Professor had blinked when he arrived, she hadn't been exercising her clairvoyancy, just thinking about the odd turn of events. Now she blinked again. If you just lengthened the boy's hair…shoulder length, yes that would be right. And if you aged him…she smiled. Hermione had probably run past him at the speed of light. Even if she DID manage to look at Draco, she would've panicked. Smiling a bit broader, she thought to herself. "Tell the Headmaster I'll be with him shortly"

She bustled about, putting on yet another rippling, beaded shawl, hiding a grin. The poor girl had no doubt turned sheet white. Well, she said to herself, passing Draco and smiling an "excuse me", if you had seen yourself snogging your classmate's father senseless, you'd be scared too.

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