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Chapter 12 "Wait, What?"

Hermione awoke in a rather hard bed. She sat up, startled, thinking that she was back to her guest room in Malfoy Manor. She wasn't. This room was bright, small and very cozy.

Suddenly the door swung open.

"Mione, you're awake!" Came the loud voice of Ginny Weasley.

Hermione smiled, tears forming in her eyes. Ginny ran to Hermione and hugged her. Hermione hugged her back tightly.

"Where am I?" Hermione asked.

"My house." Ginny answered as she pulled away.

"How did I get here?"

"Um," Ginny said as she bit on her nail.

Hermione's eyes narrowed. "Ginny…"

"Look, I have to go. But Dumbledore is coming today. Ask him whatever it is that you want to know." Ginny said as she quickly left the room.

Hermione leaned back on the pillows and sighed, trying to remember what had happened. She could only think back to when she was trying to conjure her powers. She had felt a force, but somehow she had known that that force alone could not have shattered the windows. Something else had happened.

But even thinking about it was exhausting. So she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

About 2 hours later she woke up to the sound of someone's voice as he shook her.

Her eyes fluttered open to find herself face to face with Dumbledore.

She sat up quickly as the old man smiled at her.

"Professor," she began, but Dumbledore shushed her.

"Easy, dear. You don't want to hurt yourself. Now, I assume you have some questions?"

Hermione nodded. "A few."

Dumbledore smiled. "Of course."

Hermione waited patiently, for him to speak.

"I think I do know what you want to know. But I rather you ask the question dear, that way I don't confuse you." Dumbledore said after a minute or two of silence.

Hermione nodded. "Well first of all, am I truly the witch everybody seems to think that I am?"

Dumbledore nodded. "You are."

Hermione frowned. "How about Malfoy?"

Dumbledore raised his eyebrow. "What about him?"

"Well, did you send him to take care of me?"

"I did."

"So the he wasn't lying. He was working for you."

"Ms. Granger, don't take me wrong, but maybe you should wait and ask those questions to Mr. Malfoy himself. I'm sure he will be able to explain his motives better than I."

"Then what questions am I supposed to ask you?"

"Ones concerning your powers, perhaps."

Hermione nodded. "Right. So, when was I first born?"

Dumbledore smiled. "No one really knows. Some say you were born before Jesus was, others say you were a Goddess in the Greek Mythology. Only you can know."

"How?"

"By remembering, of course."

"But how?"

"Sort of the way you did while you were in that room trying to conjure your powers."

Suddenly Hermione remembered. She had been trying to find a source to her powers. She had been sure it was feeling of any sort, but they had been memories, memories about a certain someone.

"How about my powers?"

"The same way you did in that room." He answered.

But Hermione was thinking about the way he had said that. There was just a certain tone to his voice that made her think there was more to his answer.

"By remembering?" she asked.

Dumbledore shook his head. "No."

Hermione sighed, irritated. "I'm through with questions. Can you please just explain everything?"

Dumbledore chuckled. "I'll try my best."

"Ok." Hermione answered quickly.

"While you were having breakfast with the Dark Lord-"

"Wait, how do you know about that?"

Dumbledore arched his eyebrows. "Ms. Granger, try not to interrupt. Everything will be explained."

Hermione sighed and pressed her lips together as she waited for him to continue.

"As I was saying," he continued. "He told you that you had shared your powers, am I correct?"

Hermione nodded.

"Well, you did. But the problem was that he doesn't know with whom, which is why he needed to drink your blood. But even with that it would be rather hard to find that person. He would have access to your memories, but not your thoughts, feelings and knowledge. He would only see the images. That, however, was something he did not know. So drinking your blood would have been rather useless."

"But still, if I can't use my powers by myself, how did I mange to make the room explode?"

"Ms. Granger did you and Mr. Malfoy touched at any point, by any chance?"

Hermione thought back to that moment.

"Granger!" Draco suddenly yelled as the door swung open. He ran and grabbed Hermione's hand.

Suddenly, all the windows and anything made out of glass around them shattered. The door had exploded out.

The force appeared to come from Hermione. She reacted like a bomb.

Draco put his arms around her and held her tight. Hermione, unaware of what was going on, was still stuck in her thoughts.

Hermione gasped. Just when Malfoy had grabbed her hand was when everything exploded.

"With Malfoy?" she asked.

"So you did touch."

Hermione nodded, her face going white.

"So there you go. You shared your powers with Draco. The force did not only come from you, it also came from him."

"But he and I had touched before, and nothing had happened. Besides, why in the freaking hell would I share my powers with Malfoy?" she asked incredulously.

"Yes, but I bet that when you touched before, a certain feeling was felt by the two of you. Besides, while you were in that room the both of you were rather, how to put it, you were rather shaken and full of energy, not to mention that probably both of you were thinking about each other."

"What does that have to do with anything? That we were thinking of each other?"

"Hermione, let's make an experiment, shall we?"

Hermione stared at him.

"You are going to try and remember everything you can about your past lives."

"How will I do that?"

"Just close your eyes and concentrate."

Hermione sighed as she closed her eyes.

"Just concentrate, in your heart, in your mind. Anything."

Hermione did just that. She felt her hear beating steadily. She tried to make her mind blank, so nothing would interrupt her.

And suddenly there it was. She could now see images and scenes that she was sure did not belong to her current life.

She could see herself. Her appearance did change from time to time. Her hair color changed along with the structure in each life. But she was surprised to see that her eyes didn't changed. Perhaps the color did vary; sometimes it was a darker brown and sometimes a lighter one, depending on the tone of her hair and skin color. But her gaze was the same.

With gaze she meant that the brightness of her yes and the way she looked at things didn't change.

She then started to concentrate more on her surroundings, both on the buildings and people. The structure of the buildings allowed her to see where she might have been and in what period of time.

She could see a lot of people as she traveled from life to life. But she was surprised to see a certain person that appeared over and over again. At first she couldn't figure out who he was.

But like it happens in dreams, that even when things look different you know what they are, this time Hermione had a feeling she knew who the man was.

Especially since his never changing grey eyes were a huge hint. In some of the scenes and images she saw that the man and she appeared standing too close to each other. Suddenly she saw some images that never in a million years would she have imagined.

She saw herself embraced with him, then she saw them kissing, then another image revealed her with a child in her arms while he kissed her forehead.

Hermione opened her eyes quickly, her face pale again. She didn't speak, she didn't do anything, she just stared at Dumbledore.

"Care to tell me what you saw?" he asked.

"I- I saw my memories." She said, her mouth suddenly dry.

Dumbledore encouraged her to continue with a nod. "What else."

"I don't know, many things." She could still not believe what she had seen.

"You saw him, right?"

Hermione nodded. "What does that mean?"

"Have you ever heard of soulmates?"

"Wait, what?"

"Soulmates."

Hermione snorted. "Yeah right, me and Malfoy? Please."

"If he appeared in your lives, then yes, it's possible. It would make sense. Perhaps that's the reason why you decided to share your powers with him."

Hermione couldn't believe her ears. She had to admit, it did seem possible.

It was true; every time they touched she had felt as if they belonged. And when they had kissed it had felt so right to Hermione.

She sighed as she shook her head. It was impossible. Or was it?

Dumbledore rose from his seat.

"Well, Ms. Granger. I must leave. Just think about what I told you, and what you saw." He said as he made his way towards the door.

"Professor," Hermione called.

"Yes?"

"If it's true, what should I do about it?"

"Like I said, talk to Draco about it." He said as he was about to close the door.

"Wait, one last thing."

"Yes?"

"How did I get here?"

"Harry brought you."

"How did he know where to find me?"

"Draco told us."

"How?"

He shrugged. "He sent an owl."

"Oh."

"Good bye, Ms. Granger. Get a good rest; you will need your energy.

Hermione nodded. "Bye."

He closed the door and he was gone.

Hermione sighed and fell back to her thoughts. Could it be possible? For her and Malfoy to be together.

Well perhaps it could have been on past lives. But not on this one. On this one it was impossible. They were from different worlds, they fought on opposite sides of the war.

And most importantly, they hated each other.

But like that one saying goes. From hate to love, there is only on step.

So..hope you liked it. see, I told you things would get explained. So now we know th reason why the room exploded. It wasn't Hermione's fault.

It was because of their sudden contact.

But anyways, I should tell you that I might take longer this time to update since im going on a vacation because of my birthday.

But anyways,

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