Dreams and Deceptions
Disclaimer: I don't own or have the
rights to the characters, places mentioned, or any of the other stuff in here
that belongs to J.K Rowling. All that I have the "rights" to are any of my
original characters and plots. So, without further adieu, the fan fiction!
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Hermione
Granger woke with a start in her 7th year dormitory, trembling head
to foot. It was all a dream, she reassured herself. No, more like a
nightmare. But it had seemed so real…
Hermione was running through the
forest. Was it the
Forbidden Forest? She couldn't really tell. The sky was dark and star-less,
the only light coming from the moon, which was eerily covered by rain clouds.
She ran until she reached a clearing in the woods. The once green grass was now
charcoal black and smelt of diminishing fires.
Hermione bent down, startled to see
the sparkle of glass amidst the burnt earth. Harry's glasses, she thought, her heart rate
accelerating. Just as she felt her eyes beginning to water up, a flash of white
grazed the edge of her vision. Alarmed, she picked up the glasses and began to
run deeper into the forest. You've got to find Harry, she frantically
thought, her eyes scanning the perimeter for any sign of him. She looked back
over her shoulder to find that a white apparition was following her. Letting
out a startled cry, Hermione whipped her head back around just as her foot
caught under a protruding tree root.
The apparition was descending on
her, reaching out a hand as if to touch her. And then-
She woke up. Hermione shuddered just thinking about it.
"Hermione, get up or you'll be late
for breakfast!" Parvati's whine carried through the air, and Hermione cringed
as it pierced her ears.
"Oh, um, yeah, I'll be down in a few
minutes," Hermione grumbled, trudging out of bed. It wasn't like her to
complain about going to school, but she was still recalling that dream.
Something about it's vagueness had unsettled her.
After taking a quick shower,
Hermione pulled on her familiar black robe and crammed her pointed hat onto her
head. Over the summer she had learned an easily performed spell that made her
hair a lot less frizzy and bushy. She took a quick glance in the mirror, wasn't
appalled by what she saw, and hurried out the door and down the stairs into the
Gryffindor common room. She quickly
spotted her friends Harry Potter and Ron Weasley and hurried over to them.
"There you are!" Ron exclaimed. "We
were afraid you were deathly ill. You miss a day of school? Never!"
"I guess my mind was elsewhere this
morning," Hermione muttered unconvincingly.
Harry glanced quickly at her, and
then said, "Well, we'd better be going. Cho said that she'd meet us in the
Great Hall."
Ah, yes, Cho Chang, Harry's current
girlfriend. She had had some "family business" to take care of last year, so
she had agreed to put off her 7th year at Hogwarts for one year. Cho
was one of those people who put on one face for the world to admire, and
another for her competition. Why she viewed Hermione as competition, Hermione didn't
know. Hermione just did her best to ignore it. Or rather, her.
Harry, of course, was delighted.
After fours of waiting for the right opportunity, he finally mustered up the
courage to ask her out. They immediately began dating, much to Hermione's displeasure.
That was nearly two months ago, as Halloween was upon them.
At the mention of Cho's name,
Hermione mumbled some incoherently and dashed back up to her dormitory.
"What's with her?" Harry asked,
shocked at Hermione's sudden change of interest.
"I don't know, but I think we should
go without her. I'm starving." Harry rolled his eyes. That's Ron for you,
he thought. But at the back of his head he still wondered what had upset
Hermione.
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Up
in her room, Hermione paced back and forth talking to herself. "You stupid
girl! How much more of this can you take? You know he'll never like you that
way. Give up! You're just a seemingly insignificant part of his life. But I'm not
in love with him. I can't possibly be in love with him. Can I?" Hermione
sat down on her bed, exhausted somehow, trying to drive all thoughts of Harry
Potter out of her head.
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In
the Great Hall, Harry and Ron met up with Cho and walked over to their usual
seats at the Gryffindor table. Cho didn't mind sitting with the Gryffindors,
just as long as she could flirt endlessly with Harry. Frankly it made everyone
around them a little uncomfortable.
When breakfast was halfway over
Hermione finally showed up, looking tired. "Where were you?" Harry asked as Cho
tried to feed him a strawberry. He impatiently swatted Cho's hand away, earning
himself a death glare from her. If Harry noticed he didn't acknowledge it.
"Oh, I just… forgot to do something
in my room," Hermione lied. Secretly she was glad to see Cho's look of extreme
displeasure. Harry frowned, but accepted her answer all the same.
Harry and Ron immediately dove into
a conversation about the approaching Quidditch season. As Quidditch was never
one of Hermione's favorite subjects, she began to gaze absentmindedly at Harry.
She took in every aspect of him, from the way his jet-black hair bounced when
he laughed to the mischievous glint in his emerald eyes. Hermione glanced over
at Cho and caught her staring at something distant. Cho suddenly got up and left
the hall. Hermione went about eating her toast, just glad to be near Harry,
when she remembered that she forgot her book bag in the common room. Grabbing
one last strip of bacon, she set off to retrieve it before her morning classes
started.
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Passing
along a second floor corridor, Hermione stopped as she heard a familiar voice
up ahead. Cho! Perfect, just what I need, Hermione thought. Preparing to
turn around and find another route, she stopped as Cho began to speak.
"Don't worry, honey. I've got Harry
wrapped around my finger. As soon as I get what I want out of him, I'll dump
him and move onto bigger and better things. Like you." The distinct smacking of
lips followed Cho's remark.
Hermione bit her lip and quickly
walked the other way, hoping that Cho didn't hear her. She doesn't have any
feelings for Harry! That means Harry will-oh my God! Harry! He really likes
Cho…But I don't want him to get hurt… Hermione was tormented by her own
thoughts. I'll have to tell him, she finally decided. But what if he
doesn't believe me? What if he's terribly hurt? What if…
Hermione completely forgot about her
absorbed in her thoughts. So she walked along to Transfiguration, thinking of
how and what to say to Harry.
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A/n: Okay
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until next time we meet,
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