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Chapter 10

Hermione

I was walking by the black lake. It was winter, the lake was frozen, and snow was on the ground.

I felt a tug on my left arm, and turning to see George, his arm through mine, smiling at me impishly.

Returning the smile, I felt my cheeks grow hot and redden. George was looking at me adoringly, much like he had at breakfast. Suddenly, he was looking over my head, his grin replaced by a menacingly snarl.

Something jerked my arm from the right, forcing me to face it. It was Draco Malfoy. The Slytherin Prince's eyes were wide and innocent, like a lost puppy, and he sudden said something that I thought was hilarious, causing me to laugh so hard I could barely breathe.

Caught up in my moment with Draco, I didn't realize how riled up George was getting. He was so angry that green smoke started spurting out of his ears, like a train or something. His face started to turn bright red, clashing horridly with his carrot colored locks. With a roar of rage, George charged Draco, causing all three of us to crumble into a pile. Sadly, I was on the bottom, all the air squeezed from my lungs, as the boys on top of my heckled each other, exchanging a few blows in the process.

"Help!" I managed to squeak out, my whole chest feeling as though it was being squished by a steamroller.

Both offensive parties instantaneously got off of me, pulling me up from the ground while they each said a quick apology and asked if I was alright.

I tried to assure them that I was completely fine, but I found that I couldn't take a breath, my lungs refusing to expand. I desperately continued my futile breathing attempts, causing Draco and George to look at me, concern written on both of their features.

I collapsed, faintly hearing Draco scream something about CPR and mouth-to-mouth.

I wasn't prepared for the sudden pair of lips that crushed down on mine, feverishly breathing into my mouth, begging me to breathe. It was George. He was kissing me.

Finding myself completely forgetting about breathing, I focused on other trivial things. The way his lips moved against mine. The way he was pressed so close to me. The way he desperately wanted me to live. I would've giggled if I had just one scalding breath to do so, but I couldn't.

"You're doing it wrong, Weasley!" Draco's voice shrieked from somewhere off to my right, sounding anxious.

George's warm lips were gone then, replaced by Draco's icy ones. He pleaded with me to stay alive, muttering around my lips. Again, I wasn't even thinking about breathing. I was simply focused on Draco. All my thoughts had to do with him, not whether or not I would die, just that he was kissing me, that he wanted me.

I felt myself slipping away, angry, hearing said boys shriek in agony. The last thing I felt was Draco's mouth on mine.

A pulsating bright light immediately took over. I knew I was dead.

The scene changed, though I was now aware that I was looking through some one else's eyes.

I picked up a piece of my hair, realizing that I was Ginny when I saw the vivid red coloring. Looking down at my outfit, I realized I was wearing all black, something Ginny rarely ever did. Ginny was too full of life for black. She would only wear it if she were at a...

I surveyed my surroundings, realizing that I was leaning on somebody's shoulder, sit ting in the front pew of a small church with stained glass windows. My face felt cold, and I reached up to touch it, feeling rivers of icy tears rushing from my tear ducts.

Ginny Weasley? Crying? Tough girl Ginny would never cry!

Oh. Maybe she would. If she were at a FUNERAL?

There was a white coffin on stage, where the podium would usually be. It was beautiful. Whoever rested there must've been quite valuable to the one's they left behind.

There were pictures of the deceased on a stand next to the casket.

I gasped, taking a shuddering breath around my tears.

I was the deceased.

This fact brought on a whole new round of tears, which were now flowing unashamedly and profusely down my face. I buried my head into my companion's shoulder, hearing them whisper "Shh, it's alright," to me. It was Harry. His voice was quivering, and he sat in a black tux, obviously mourning my loss.

I felt touched as I saw a man walk on stage. approaching the preacher's podium, looking as though he hadn't slept in weeks. His white-blond hair was an absolute mess, he hadn't shaved in a while, he had haunting, purple circles under his eyes, a gloomy appearance to his usually sneering face. Draco had never looked worse.

His expression grew even more dark as he said, "I wish she would've just chosen between us..." He looked at my resting place, water flowing down his cheeks. "Why didn't you choose, Hermione?" His voice was now bitter and angry, his expression loathsome.

George walked up on stage, then, patting Draco on the shoulder as he walked up to my casket. Leaning over it, he whispered, "Why didn't you choose?"

With another flash of white light, I found myself lying down, staring at red velvet. I was inside the coffin, obviously back inside my own body. A disturbing medley of familiar voice reached my ears, causing me to start sobbing my heart out.

"Why didn't you choose?"

"Why didn't you choose?"

"Why didn't you choose?"

"WHY DIDN'T YOU CHOOSE?"

I awoke, jumping as I came back to reality. I found that I had been crying in my sleep, something I'd only experienced twice before. That had been one of the worst dreams I'd ever experienced.

I got out of bed, still shaking, and saw that it was only four o'clock. Slipping into my slippers, I decided to just get up for the day. Maybe I'd go to Hagrid's, I hadn't seen him in quite a while. The half-giant had only just gotten back from his "excursion," and we'd only seen him once. Hagrid always woke up early, so he could take care of the various creatures he kept for his class.

Getting dressed into muggle jeans and a blouse, I kept my slippers on, not wanting to take my feet out of their comfort. They were green froggy things with little bows that immediately brought Umbridge to mind. The only reason I loved wearing them so much was because I could step on Umbridge with each step I took.

I wandered down to the common room, my wand tucked in my back pocket, a warm coat on my back. Though it was spring, the weather was still frosty in the mornings.

I crept through the corridors, trying to be sneaky. Teachers were usually asleep, but sometimes Filch would patrol the halls, simply to catch a student and send him to detention. Filch was a very loathsome little man, and I didn't understand why he hated everybody so much. The only one he didn't hate was Umbridge. I guess evil and evil go well together.

'Stupid witch,' I thought angrily, all the horrible things she'd done coming to my mind. 'Ever since she caught the D.A meetings, she's been watching everybody like a hawk. I wish birds of prey weren't illegal to kill. She'd be dead in a heartbeat.'

Surprised with myself for thinking such things, I arrived at Hogwart's main door. I gasped, seeing Filch slumped over in a chair, snoring, Mrs. Norris at his feet, eyes closed. I cautiously opened the door, slipping out carefully, barely making a sound. The second the door closed, I ran, wanting to get as far away from everybody as I could.

The Hagrid pretense was up, as I was in no state to be seeing anyone. For once, the forest didn't look foreboding, instead looking like a safe haven to somebody as troubled as I was.

Thinking I'd gone slightly insane, I walked right into the forest, not caring about what was ahead, just wanting to forget what was behind me.

George, Draco, Umbridge...they were all back in the castle, back where I was trying to forget.

At least, I thought they were all in the castle. Turns out, Draco was actually about half a mile ahead of me, meandering his way through the forest just as I was.

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

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