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SOFT WATER FLOWS
Chapter Three
The next day, Hermione walked quickly to the Great Hall for breakfast. She had stayed up late to do her homework, went to sleep late, and woke up early
to finish the rest of her homework. Which was why she was late for breakfast and in an irritable mood. Around a corner, Hermione almost bumped into
someone. She was about to apologize when she saw that it was just Malfoy.
"Oh, it's you," She said.
Hermione moved right to go around him, he moved left blocking her way. She frowned. She moved left, he moved right. She faked left then, quickly
moved right. He followed suit but, instead right then left. Hermione threw her hands up.
"Would you stop that?!"
"Stop what?" Malfoy asked innocently.
Hermione gritted her teeth. "Let me pass."
He smirked. "No."
She made a frustrated noise. "I don't have time for this."
"Oh? But, I have all the time in the world." He replied.
Hermione rolled her eyes and turned around. 'I'll just have to take a different route.' She thought. 'Stupid Malfoy. Always in the way.' She checked her
watch, she had only ten minutes before breakfast was over. Hermione quickened her pace. She heard footsteps behind her. She threw a look behind her.
She frowned again.
"If I didn't know any better, I'll think you were following me." Hermione called over her shoulder.
"Well, I got nothing better to do." Malfoy shot back sarcastically. "Your mind is playing tricks on you. I'll have you know that I'm headed for Potions."
"Can't you take another route then?" She said hopefully.
"Why? Is this route yours? I don't see your name anywhere." Malfoy sneered.
Hermione turned around to face him. He had that trademark smirk on his face. She narrowed her eyes at him.
"Get lost, Malfoy. Just go away." Hermione replied calmly. She would NOT give him the satisfaction that he had gotten to her.
"How about 'no'?"
"Argh! Why can't you just leave me alone?!" Hermione demanded. Patience was not her virtue today.
"Because I love you too much."
Hermione blinked, confused. She looked at Malfoy, his expression as equally confused. Perhaps even more.
'Where did that come from?' Malfoy thought to himself.
Hermione regained her senses. "What are you playing at, Malfoy?"
"I'm not." He replied vaguely. He was looking at her but, wasn't seeing her. It was like he was seeing something else . . . or thinking really hard about
something. Hermione didn't want to think about it.
Just then, loud voices sounded from downstairs. Breakfast had ended. Hermione groaned inwardly. She quickly walked to her first class, not protesting
against Malfoy's footsteps behind her. Sixth year Gryffindors had Potions with the sixth year Slytherins first class on Thursdays.
***
Hermione sat in her Ancient Runes class, tapping her foot on the chair leg noiselessy. Normally, she would be hanging on the Professor's every word. But,
she couldn't concentrate. Her thoughts kept wandering back to the events of yesterday and this morning: the confusion and wonder on his face and what he
said. She thought that his words this morning were weirder.
'Because I love you too much.'
Yep, he definitely was playing a trick with her. '. . . But, his confusion looked genuine. No doubt about it. Malfoy was one complicated person.' Hermione
concluded.
She rested her head on the palm of her hand and stared out the window. Slowly, her eyes began to close.
-- DREAM SEQUENCE--
She walked quickly as possible to Platform 9 3/4 without upsetting her trolley. She had only ten minutes to get to the platform before the Hogwarts Express
were to leave. She fought her way through the busy crowd. Her owl screeched loudly as she almost tripped and tipped the trolley slightly. She glance at her
watch and -- CRASH!
She went flying backwards, landing on her behind. Her owl skittered across the floor in its cage, her belongings were all over the place. She looked up
dazed into startled gray eyes.
"I'm sorry miss. Here let me help - " He helped her get up, righted her trolley, and retreived her screeching owl as she collected her things.
"I didn't see you, I'm sorry." He apologized again, running a hand through his silver-blonde hair. "I was looking for my mother. You see, she has my wand."
She nodded, he seemed to be around her age. "It's alright." She brushed her hair out of her face. "Sixth year?"
"Yeah. I'm in - " He was interrupted by a woman's voice.
"Eli! Where have you been? I was afraid you were going to leave without your wand!" The woman was blonde and tall. As she came nearer, her crystal blue
eyes travelled to the girl. "Oh, hello."
She gave a nervous grin. "Um, hi." She twirled her hair around her finger nervously.
The woman's eyes darted back and forth between her and Eli then back to her. "Just who might you be?"
"I-I'm Sophia." She held out her hand as an afterthought. The woman shook it.
Eli moved next to his mother. "Ah, mum?"
"Eli, dear. You didn't tell me you have a girlfriend." Her face was split into a huge grin.
"I'm NOT his girlfriend!"
"She's NOT my girlfriend!" They said at the same time.
"Oh." She shrugged sheepishly. "You can't blame a mother for trying. Nice meeting you Sophia. You kids hurry up or the train'll leave without you." She
handed her son his wand, kissed him on the cheek, waved goodbye, and left.
"Er, sorry about that." He rubbed the back of his neck, embarassed as they quickly made their way to the barrier. "My mother is always telling me to get a
girlfriend so, please excuse her behavior."
"My parents are always telling to get a boyfriend, too." She smiled at him. "And, oh, the hair twirling thing, I do that when I'm nervous. I don't want you to
think I'm a ditz or anything . . . not that it matters to me what you think! I mean, what you think matters of course, but not to me! No- uh - that's not what I
meant!"
"Relax! I get what you're trying to say." He assured her as they stepped through the barrier. "You don't seem like a ditz anyway."
"Well, thanks for the compliment." She answered.
As they walked closer to the train, he pointed to his left. "Well, my friends are over there, See you around, Sophia."
-- END OF DREAM SEQUENCE--
BRIIING!
Hermione started awake. "Huh?" Everyone were hurriedly packing their books and parchment in the rush to make it to lunch. Hermione followed suit.
At the doorway she bumped shoulders with Malfoy. She had forgotten that she had Ancient Runes with him. She gave him a dirty look and rushed to the
Great Hall as fast as possible. Her hunger wiping away the dream she had just moments before.
Harry and Ron weren't at the Gryffindor table when she got there.
"Where are Harry and Ron?" Hermione asked Ginny as she took a seat next to her.
"They're at Quidditch practice. Wow, Hermione did you not eat anything for the weeks?" Ginny asked in amazement. She had never seen Hermione eat
this way before.
Hermione shook her head. "No, I just missed breakfast."
"Slow down or you'll choke!" Ginny warned.
After ten ham and cheese sandwiches, and three glasses of pumpkin juice, Hermione finally decided that she was full. She stacked ten sandwiches in two
napkins. And got up from her seat.
"Haven't you eaten enough?" Ginny asked, an eyebrow raised.
"Their not for me. Their for Harry and Ron. See you later, Ginny." Hermione left the Great Hall and was relieved that Malfoy wasn't lurking around
anywhere. She carefully made her way to the Quidditch field as not to dropped the sandwiches.
Hermione took a seat on the medium stands, placed the sandwiches next to her, and tried to place Harry and Ron with any of the red blurs. She gave up
after a few minutes. She stared at the dreary gray sky of Mid-September. The gray sky brought her back to the vivid dream she had in Ancient Runes class.
The guy with gray eyes . . . Eli was it? She never had a dream so clear in her life. She remember the smell of Eli's mother's perfume as she leaned forward
to shake Sophia's hand. It was some sort of flower. She remember the sound of a scolding mother, children screaming, babies crying. She even remember
every feeling Sophia had felt. The anxiety and nervousess . . . it was as if they were her own.
That was impossible! No, it was just a dream . . . it probably meant that she was worried about something or anxious. And the whole boyfriend-girlfriend
thing . . . it meant that she wanted a boyfriend. From what she could interpret for herself after listening to Lavender and Parvati ramble on about dreams
and how it reveals things about you life and blah, blah, blah.
But, it can't possibly be a dream. It felt too REAL.
. . . It was like a memory.
***
I chose the name Eli and Sophia simply because I like them. Thanks to the people who have reviewed!
As always sorry for any mistakes and spelling errors and if something doesn't make sense. I'll almost never proofread.
Please review!!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Uh. Sorry, I just had to get that out of my system.
SOFT WATER FLOWS
Chapter Three
The next day, Hermione walked quickly to the Great Hall for breakfast. She had stayed up late to do her homework, went to sleep late, and woke up early
to finish the rest of her homework. Which was why she was late for breakfast and in an irritable mood. Around a corner, Hermione almost bumped into
someone. She was about to apologize when she saw that it was just Malfoy.
"Oh, it's you," She said.
Hermione moved right to go around him, he moved left blocking her way. She frowned. She moved left, he moved right. She faked left then, quickly
moved right. He followed suit but, instead right then left. Hermione threw her hands up.
"Would you stop that?!"
"Stop what?" Malfoy asked innocently.
Hermione gritted her teeth. "Let me pass."
He smirked. "No."
She made a frustrated noise. "I don't have time for this."
"Oh? But, I have all the time in the world." He replied.
Hermione rolled her eyes and turned around. 'I'll just have to take a different route.' She thought. 'Stupid Malfoy. Always in the way.' She checked her
watch, she had only ten minutes before breakfast was over. Hermione quickened her pace. She heard footsteps behind her. She threw a look behind her.
She frowned again.
"If I didn't know any better, I'll think you were following me." Hermione called over her shoulder.
"Well, I got nothing better to do." Malfoy shot back sarcastically. "Your mind is playing tricks on you. I'll have you know that I'm headed for Potions."
"Can't you take another route then?" She said hopefully.
"Why? Is this route yours? I don't see your name anywhere." Malfoy sneered.
Hermione turned around to face him. He had that trademark smirk on his face. She narrowed her eyes at him.
"Get lost, Malfoy. Just go away." Hermione replied calmly. She would NOT give him the satisfaction that he had gotten to her.
"How about 'no'?"
"Argh! Why can't you just leave me alone?!" Hermione demanded. Patience was not her virtue today.
"Because I love you too much."
Hermione blinked, confused. She looked at Malfoy, his expression as equally confused. Perhaps even more.
'Where did that come from?' Malfoy thought to himself.
Hermione regained her senses. "What are you playing at, Malfoy?"
"I'm not." He replied vaguely. He was looking at her but, wasn't seeing her. It was like he was seeing something else . . . or thinking really hard about
something. Hermione didn't want to think about it.
Just then, loud voices sounded from downstairs. Breakfast had ended. Hermione groaned inwardly. She quickly walked to her first class, not protesting
against Malfoy's footsteps behind her. Sixth year Gryffindors had Potions with the sixth year Slytherins first class on Thursdays.
***
Hermione sat in her Ancient Runes class, tapping her foot on the chair leg noiselessy. Normally, she would be hanging on the Professor's every word. But,
she couldn't concentrate. Her thoughts kept wandering back to the events of yesterday and this morning: the confusion and wonder on his face and what he
said. She thought that his words this morning were weirder.
'Because I love you too much.'
Yep, he definitely was playing a trick with her. '. . . But, his confusion looked genuine. No doubt about it. Malfoy was one complicated person.' Hermione
concluded.
She rested her head on the palm of her hand and stared out the window. Slowly, her eyes began to close.
-- DREAM SEQUENCE--
She walked quickly as possible to Platform 9 3/4 without upsetting her trolley. She had only ten minutes to get to the platform before the Hogwarts Express
were to leave. She fought her way through the busy crowd. Her owl screeched loudly as she almost tripped and tipped the trolley slightly. She glance at her
watch and -- CRASH!
She went flying backwards, landing on her behind. Her owl skittered across the floor in its cage, her belongings were all over the place. She looked up
dazed into startled gray eyes.
"I'm sorry miss. Here let me help - " He helped her get up, righted her trolley, and retreived her screeching owl as she collected her things.
"I didn't see you, I'm sorry." He apologized again, running a hand through his silver-blonde hair. "I was looking for my mother. You see, she has my wand."
She nodded, he seemed to be around her age. "It's alright." She brushed her hair out of her face. "Sixth year?"
"Yeah. I'm in - " He was interrupted by a woman's voice.
"Eli! Where have you been? I was afraid you were going to leave without your wand!" The woman was blonde and tall. As she came nearer, her crystal blue
eyes travelled to the girl. "Oh, hello."
She gave a nervous grin. "Um, hi." She twirled her hair around her finger nervously.
The woman's eyes darted back and forth between her and Eli then back to her. "Just who might you be?"
"I-I'm Sophia." She held out her hand as an afterthought. The woman shook it.
Eli moved next to his mother. "Ah, mum?"
"Eli, dear. You didn't tell me you have a girlfriend." Her face was split into a huge grin.
"I'm NOT his girlfriend!"
"She's NOT my girlfriend!" They said at the same time.
"Oh." She shrugged sheepishly. "You can't blame a mother for trying. Nice meeting you Sophia. You kids hurry up or the train'll leave without you." She
handed her son his wand, kissed him on the cheek, waved goodbye, and left.
"Er, sorry about that." He rubbed the back of his neck, embarassed as they quickly made their way to the barrier. "My mother is always telling me to get a
girlfriend so, please excuse her behavior."
"My parents are always telling to get a boyfriend, too." She smiled at him. "And, oh, the hair twirling thing, I do that when I'm nervous. I don't want you to
think I'm a ditz or anything . . . not that it matters to me what you think! I mean, what you think matters of course, but not to me! No- uh - that's not what I
meant!"
"Relax! I get what you're trying to say." He assured her as they stepped through the barrier. "You don't seem like a ditz anyway."
"Well, thanks for the compliment." She answered.
As they walked closer to the train, he pointed to his left. "Well, my friends are over there, See you around, Sophia."
-- END OF DREAM SEQUENCE--
BRIIING!
Hermione started awake. "Huh?" Everyone were hurriedly packing their books and parchment in the rush to make it to lunch. Hermione followed suit.
At the doorway she bumped shoulders with Malfoy. She had forgotten that she had Ancient Runes with him. She gave him a dirty look and rushed to the
Great Hall as fast as possible. Her hunger wiping away the dream she had just moments before.
Harry and Ron weren't at the Gryffindor table when she got there.
"Where are Harry and Ron?" Hermione asked Ginny as she took a seat next to her.
"They're at Quidditch practice. Wow, Hermione did you not eat anything for the weeks?" Ginny asked in amazement. She had never seen Hermione eat
this way before.
Hermione shook her head. "No, I just missed breakfast."
"Slow down or you'll choke!" Ginny warned.
After ten ham and cheese sandwiches, and three glasses of pumpkin juice, Hermione finally decided that she was full. She stacked ten sandwiches in two
napkins. And got up from her seat.
"Haven't you eaten enough?" Ginny asked, an eyebrow raised.
"Their not for me. Their for Harry and Ron. See you later, Ginny." Hermione left the Great Hall and was relieved that Malfoy wasn't lurking around
anywhere. She carefully made her way to the Quidditch field as not to dropped the sandwiches.
Hermione took a seat on the medium stands, placed the sandwiches next to her, and tried to place Harry and Ron with any of the red blurs. She gave up
after a few minutes. She stared at the dreary gray sky of Mid-September. The gray sky brought her back to the vivid dream she had in Ancient Runes class.
The guy with gray eyes . . . Eli was it? She never had a dream so clear in her life. She remember the smell of Eli's mother's perfume as she leaned forward
to shake Sophia's hand. It was some sort of flower. She remember the sound of a scolding mother, children screaming, babies crying. She even remember
every feeling Sophia had felt. The anxiety and nervousess . . . it was as if they were her own.
That was impossible! No, it was just a dream . . . it probably meant that she was worried about something or anxious. And the whole boyfriend-girlfriend
thing . . . it meant that she wanted a boyfriend. From what she could interpret for herself after listening to Lavender and Parvati ramble on about dreams
and how it reveals things about you life and blah, blah, blah.
But, it can't possibly be a dream. It felt too REAL.
. . . It was like a memory.
***
I chose the name Eli and Sophia simply because I like them. Thanks to the people who have reviewed!
As always sorry for any mistakes and spelling errors and if something doesn't make sense. I'll almost never proofread.
Please review!!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Uh. Sorry, I just had to get that out of my system.