A/N: Though I have not yet received 10 reviews I'm sure I'll get at least two in a weeks time so I decided I better start. Now, where was I…? Oh yes, the door!
What She Thinks: Chapter 13: If Nightmares Have Meanings…
Hermione flung her hands over her eyes as a blinding light filled the hall.
Squinting she noticed a figure, standing in the center of the room. Its back was to her, staring out the window, it's hands tucked snuggly in its pockets. The light began to dim as she cautiously approached the unfamiliar outline.
She lifted her hand to tap the body on the shoulder when she felt her heart stop. She spun around to see the door had closed with a snap. Feeling quite foolish she turned around only to jerk again. The figure had turned.
Why hadn't she recognized him?
Letting out a sigh of relief she began, "Oh my god, Harry! You scared me! Listen! We have to get out of here! There's a thing--it's--it's down stairs," Her panic had returned and she was once again confused. But Harry didn't move, just stared at her.
"Harry--are--are you alright? Hello?" She said, slowly down a tad. Harry remained unfazed. He stared blankly ahead, his face motionless and free of any sign of a smile.
She cupped his face in her hands, beginning to truly panic.
"Harry? Harry?" She said frantically.
His neck turned ever so slightly to face her. An odd smile broke out on his face. A smile she had never seen before, it didn't belong to him.
He began to laugh. A high cold laugh, making the hair on her spine stand on end, sending a chill that seemed reached her very soul.
Backing up she watched in horror as his face pointed and his hair lengthened into silvery locks. And his eyes, his eyes had somehow changed from green to a cold grayish silver, empty and harsh.
Her jaw dropped as she realized she was staring strait into the eyes of Draco Malfoy, laughing insanely. Stumbling backwards, her mouth open in a silent scream, she hit an unidentifiable substance, heavy, yet limp.
Turning on she spot she realized she had tripped over the body of a wizard in old dark blue robes, sprawled in a corner, forgotten. He had a long white beard that reached his navel and brown, half-open eyes. A bloodstained knife lay, rusted and brown, next to him. He was dead.
She wanted to scream in hope of rescue, but she seemed to have left her voice back in the wood.
BOOM!
The door was suddenly knocked clean off its hinges as horrific scream rang like a bell, drowning Malfoy's hysterics. In a sudden flash of green light she fell.
Hermione hit her dorm floor in a tangle of sheets, screaming to the top of her lungs.
"Hermione! Hermione! What happened? You okay?"
"NO! NO I'M NOT! I mean," She began to take deep breaths as Parvati and Lavender pulled her calmly to her feet.
"I had a dream."
"A--A dream?" Parvati repeated, nodding fervently.
"No, no not a dream, a nightmare!"
"A-- night--"
"And--And--" Hermione struggled to find words to describe what she had seen. "And--Harry he--I mean--Malfoy was--" She gasped blinking furiously, in utter shock.
"Do you--Do you want us to go get Harry?" Lavender asked anxiously.
"Yes!" Hermione said louder than she had intended to. "Yes, go get Harry--Oh my GOD go get Harry."
The scenes began to flash infront of her. Did all this have a meaning? It couldn't possibly! She stumbled back onto her bed as Parvati left the room with a snap of the door. The world seemed to be swerving in and out and focus, her head was spinning. She grabbed firmly to her bed in order to stabilize herself, Lavender's face was a huge blur in front of her, moving closer. Hermione couldn't tell she was nervous until she spoke.
"Hermione?" She whispered, "Are you okay?"
Hermione didn't answer, she couldn't. She began to slowly drift, her consciousness ebbing away. Almost as though she had began to size up, her body seemed to go numb and she became limp, falling back onto her four-poster.
It was hours later when Hermione woke in the Hospital wing.
She let out a small moan and suddenly saw blurred shapes moving around her, followed by hushed, anxious voices.
"She's waking up!"
"Where's Madam Pomfrey?"
"Hurry and get me another ice pack."
She squinted ever so slightly when she was finally able to make out the mixture of black and peach. Harry was leaning over her, grinning.
With a sudden gasp she shat up quickly.
"Harry! Harry! Oh my god! He--He was there--and--and--BOOM!" She said frantically, tugging on his shirt.
"It's okay--shhh--It's okay…okay…" He said soothingly, placing a finger to her lips calmly and crouching near her bed.
Taking a deep breath she slumped back on her pillow.
Ron appeared at the her feet and the three stood in silence for a moment.
"Boom?" Harry said finally, making her laugh.
"No--It was--"
"I'll make you a deal, you get some rest and then you can tell my all about it later. Okay?"
Hermione nodded faintly.
"And Hermione," Harry said, "The Quidditch Match--"
"The Quidditch Match!" Hermione shrieked.
"We asked Professor Dumbledore, it's delayed."
Hermione let out a slow, deep breath.
Harry and Ron exchanged glances before exiting the curtain that surrounded her bed.
"And once again," She muttered, making sure Harry and Ron were out of earshot, "I find myself in the position to say: Boy, do I love him."
"Oh boy," Harry sighed, running his fingers worriedly through his hair as Ron sat, gawking at Hermione when she had finished her story.
"And then, I just kinda, fell." She said simply, trying hard to catch Harry's eye, wanting to know his reaction.
"And I've had others, one about the medallion and--" She stopped, without another word she shot up the girl's staircase and pulled, Symbols and Their Meanings out of her trunk.
Thrusting the book into Harry's hands she said excitedly, "Turn to page--" She stared at her wrist were she had hurriedly written down the page number--"seven hundred and sixty-three."
She watched in amusement as Harry eyes followed the page and his jaw dropped.
"What?" Ron asked, looking at the two of them and then back at the page.
"Honestly," Hermione snapped, "You can be so--"
"And look! It says here that the symbol its self was used as a sign for greatness." Harry said.
"Of course it was," Hermione said, exasperated, "Don't you guys ever listen?"
"No," Ron said simply.
"Depends," Harry shrugged.
Ron groaned, glancing at his watch, "Detention." He said flatly, leaving Harry and Hermione alone.
"What did he get detention for?" Hermione wondered aloud.
"Oh, Filch caught him using magic in the corridors wile you were in the hospital wing." Harry answered, not looking up from the page.
"Hermione," Harry said suddenly, "You've been acting weird lately."
"What do you mean?" She said nervously.
"Well--If it--if it had anything to do with that--you know--"
"Kiss," She finished for him.
"Yah, I mean--if it did--"
"You know what Harry? I am really tired, I think I'll go up to bed now. Okay?" And she walked as fast as she could to the girl's staircase without a backward glance.
Later that night Hermione finally lie down after convincing Parvati and Lavender that she was fine, this took a lot of effort.
'So, he thinks about it too,' she thought, not knowing weather to be happy or worried. There was a sudden knock on the door, making Lavender snort.
Hermione peeked through her curtains as the door creaked open.
"Hermione…?"
A/N: Who? Nobody knows…. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it and please
~Gabbi D.
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