Hermione was trapped in a cold, dark, slightly damp cave. The air was stale, and there was nothing to do but wait for rescue. Tiny droplets of water dripped down the jagged walls. Every bone in her body had hurt. Not in a bruised sort of way, but like someone had spent years hitting her skeleton with hundreds of hammers, layering the bruises over one another like patchwork. Or like a bludger had thwacked her off her broom and she had fallen fifty feet, only to land in a crumpled heap on the ground.

A muttered curse from her right side. Someone she couldn't see was cursing her!

Suddenly a sharp, quick pain lanced her right eye. It felt like her socket was broken. The blunt injury made her see stars, and she heard bloodcurdling screams.

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Hermione bolted upright, throwing the covers from her body, and pulling her wand from beneath her pillow. The screaming stopped, and she realized that it had been coming from her own mouth. Disoriented, she looked around in the darkness of the cave. Cave? No, this was her comfortable bedroom.

Her eyes adjusted to the darkness, and she saw the red light of her alarm clock telling her it was 5:37 in the morning. Too early to be up for the day, but Hermione did not think that sleep would come back to her easily.

Despite all her lists to the contrary, something was telling her that Malfoy was in danger RIGHT NOW. It's only been a few days since she has begun to have these visions - because now she was sure they were visions.

' Whatever is wrong with Malfoy is happening as I sit here, doing nothing,' Hermione fretted.

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Hermione had to do something.

Now.

Harry and Ginny would help her, no matter the time. So, she got dressed quickly, chugged some coffee, and didn't even look in the mirror before she left.

Hermione grabbed a handful of Floo powder from the Tupperware on the mantel and tossed it into the grate.

"Number twelve, Grimmauld Place!"

She enunciated clearly, stepping in and tucking her arms to her sides.

She stepped out into the kitchen at Harry and Ginny's, glad that they would not be able to hear the kitchen Floo from the master bedroom. She knew that she had tripped their security wards, but it was a gentler awakening than otherwise.

"It's me," she said softly, not wanting to startle them so early. Her watch told her it was barely 6:15. Neither of them would be awake yet on a normal day and would not expect the same of her either.

Harry had been known to take a leaf out of Alastor Moody's book and attack first, ask questions later.

"-don't care what you've done with it, we have to leave RIGHT NOW! Oh, hi, Hermione," Ginny's stomach preceded her into the kitchen.

"Going somewhere?"

"Yes, it's time! The baby's coming!" Ginny was practically bouncing with excitement.

"Oh! What can I do?"

"Can you Floo my mother? Harry is being less than useless, and I'd like to get to St, Mungos before..." Ginny trailed off, clutching her stomach, and grimacing her way through a contraction.

Hermione rubbed her back gently as Harry walked in.

"...will you ask her to grab my back up bag?" Ginny asked, coming out of the spasm.

"Harry vanish the other one?" Hermione asked archly, while Harry sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck.

"Yeah, but apparently my dad did the same when Mom was having Bill. We kind of expected it"

Hermione grabbed some powder, popped her head back through the Floo, and called clearly "the burrow!"