It's been a long time since my last update, right? Eh, so I'm on sick leave today and thought I could write something. I am really sick, by the way, no lies. I'm getting spit all over my laptop screen as we speak _

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Chapter 11

Peeta lay in bed, listening to the train moving along the tracks, thinking about what was to come. Who was 'Mione? That question kept playing in his mind. He wasn't sure what the other Tributes thought of her Wizards friends and her, but if he was honest with himself, it just wasn't surprising anymore. She was one of the witches his mother told him about when he was a boy. What he didn't understand was how she could be here. How could so many of them be here at one time when they're all supposed to be dead? His mother had told him that they built small communities for themselves and kept to themselves. And after a devastating war there weren't many of them left. Was 'Mione part of that war? She could be hundreds; maybe even thousands of years old, he wasn't sure when exactly they existed.

He cringed; she could be an old woman taking the form of a young girl. If the Capitol could do it, then he was sure a witch could do it.

"Peeta, are you awake?" a knock and a familiar voice sounded at the door. The door slid open and 'Mione walked in.

"Who are you, 'Mione?" he asked, looking her in the eye.

"Hermione Granger, eighteen years old," she replied with a smile. "Who are you, Peeta?"

"Peeta Mellark, sixteen years old," he sighed in defeat; she'd never tell him.

"There's something I'd like to talk to you about. It's about what I said before... not existing in this world," she said quietly. "When this is all over and I survive, I'll have to go back home... to the past."

"What do you mean?" he asked, sitting up.

"We were in the middle of a war and Harry, Ron and I were trying to get away from the bad guys when something went wrong and I ended up here in this future. So, all my friends came to find me and take me home, but I guess they weren't expecting all this. So you see, I don't belong here."

"Can I go with you, assuming I live true this?" Peeta asked hopefully.

"Don't be silly, you belong in this time with your friends and family," Hermione rolled her eyes.

"They expected me to die in the Arena," He said.

The silence that followed after that was awkward and Hermione wasn't sure if she should leave or try and brighten up the conversation. She understood what he meant; his family didn't expect him to survive the Hunger Games. She didn't think any of the Tributes' families expected them to survive. But that didn't mean they wouldn't be overjoyed to see their children alive. She was able to save her parents from that kind of pain – they had no idea they even had a daughter. She wouldn't tell him that, though. He caught on quickly to whatever she said and she really didn't want to give him any ideas.

"You're old," Peeta pointed out after a few minutes of awkward silence.

"What? I'm only eighteen – oh," she laughed, catching his joke and slapping his shoulder.

Peeta smiled at the girl sitting on the edge of the bed and lay back down, a small part of him saying Katniss didn't matter. She could have Gale and be on her merry way.

There was another knock at the door and Gale walked in. The angry look on his face was quickly replaced by one of surprise when he saw Hermione sitting there and all thoughts running through his head stopped in their tracks.

Gale was very surprised to see Hermione there. He had seen her a few times during the games and had wondered who the hell she was. He had seen her first encounter with Peeta and thought it would be the end of her, but he left her. Then the Hunger Games just stopped airing for some reason and Haymitch came to get him. Who was he to say no to tagging along when he would get the chance to give Peeta a piece of his mind? Honestly, who was he to tell the world he loved Katniss when he knew nothing about her? Yes, Gale was jealous.

But now Gale was confused... what was Hermione doing in Peeta's room with a smile on her face? Why was Peeta smiling like a lovesick puppy? Why was this angering Gale even more?

"How dare you tell Katniss you love her and then get cosy with her?" Gale said, pointing an accusing finger at Hermione, who stood up and placed her hands on her hips.

"That was only to get sponsors. Katniss feels nothing for me and you probably knew that already."

Hermione glared at Gale and marched to the door, holding it open and pointing for him to leave. People really needed to grow up around here.

"Right, I'm going to pretend that didn't just happen and that he didn't just say what he did," Hermione said, sitting back down on the edge of the bed. This was getting out of hand and there wasn't much she could do about it, you know, unless she Obliviated him and that was out of the question. She couldn't go around erasing people's memories because she couldn't control what was happening in the world. Erasing her parents' memories was for their own protection and in the end she was the only one hurt by it.

Peeta didn't need to forget her, or rather, she didn't want him to forget her. What was she thinking? She had a small crush on him. A small one! Tiny even. Microscopic!

"We'll be arriving in District 12 tomorrow morning, so be ready. Goodnight Peeta."

With that, she closed the door behind and walked back to her own room. This would be their last night of peace and she would not spend it thinking about a boy she would probably never see again. What about Ron? Did she forget about Ron already? She would spend the rest of the night with her friends, because she knew it could be the last time she ever saw them and she felt really guilty about spending more time with Peeta than with them.

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So that was just a filler for now, not the best of fillers, but yeah.