AN: I know, I know it's been a LONG time (i haven't abandoned or forgot you all!) since I posted my last part but I got a new comp and it took FOREVER transferring everything, theres homework (of course), i broke my thumb (ow!), hurt my knee really badly (couldn't walk for a week!), million other catastrophes, and I Revised ALL the parts completely! I described stuff in more detail (Wild Dreams, the Prophecy, Demons...) and fixed alot of mistakes (if i find any mistakes I swear I'll kill myself!). If you're are coming back and just reading this part well I have bad news: you gotta read the parts over...I"m sorry I'm sorryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy but you have to! Now you may read....


Disclaimer: I have Demons, Potter Prophecy, Wild Dreams, voicer, louspeaker, whatever else I forgot and the rest goes to the one and only J.K.Rowling.


Ironic Feelings - Part 9


"Never again, will I ever let you two—" she pointed ominously at Harry and Ron "—talk me into doing this! Not only will we get into trouble but going back through the tunnel…" Hermione trailed off, shaking her head. She looked at Harry. His hands were in the pockets of his jeans as he traced the dirt with his foot. Hermione felt her heart go for him. Ron, on the contrary, appeared to be scanning the crowd, looking for someone in particular.

"Come on," Ron told them. "I need to find Lavender." He said looking meaningfully at Harry. At Lavender's name his head came back up, as if he realized something. Instead of him smirking or teasing Ron, Harry seemed to be dead serious. Hermione took this into account. As Ron walked ahead of them she nudged Harry.

"What's wrong?" she asked him, once he looked up. In his eyes was a sadness, but he quickly covered it up yet not quickly enough; his girlfriend noticed. He looked back down, shaking his head, as if saying you wouldn't understand. Hermione decided not to pursue the subject after that. They silently followed Ron into Three Broomsticks.

It was crowded, like every other Hogsmeade visit. In the back was Lavender, Parvati, Dean, Seamus, and Ginny seated at a round table. They beckoned them over, and pulled out three extra chairs from another table. Ron took a seat next to Lavender, Harry next to him, and Hermione next to her boyfriend.

She knew Ginny was there because of Seamus, she had seen them in the garden; Dean there because he always hanged out with Seamus; Parvati wanted to flirt with Dean; Lavender with Parvati cause they were practically ditz sisters. Now Ron brought Hermione and Harry because Lavender was there. It all made sense…once you put it together.

Ron and Lavender went to get three more butterbeers for them. They were discussing unimportant topics from the way Hermione saw it: Lupin's return, quidditch, Professor Trelawney's predictions, and issues like that.

Ron and Lavender came back with three more butterbeers. They were talking as if they had planned something…something Hermione didn't know. It wasn't her to be so nosy but ever since Harry was keeping something from her that even that Professor's knew about… She had to know.

Stealing a glance at Harry she saw he was talking with them about quidditch this year. Hermione knew that Ginny would play if she had a good broom — at the Burrow she tried Harry's Firebolt. She had whatever talent Charlie, Fred, and George had. She decided to talk to Ginny about Fred and George's plan for starting a joke shop when they graduate from Hogwarts.

After everyone had at least three butterbeers each, two by two everyone began to disappear. Ginny brought Seamus to Zonkos' saying that for once she wanted to trick her twin brothers. Parvati insisted she needed a new dress robe "hey you never know when there's gonna be a ball," she had said.

"Since it's only the four of us left, how about we go for a walk?" Lavender said. Ok, Hermione thought, this is weird: Lavender being…unLandever—ish, as for Parvati there'll most likely not be a ball anytime soon, and sweet little Ginny with Seamus and tricking Fred and George? It was like a play, with bad actors and actress'. Honestly!

So the quartet went outside and for a walk. There weren't any clouds in the sky, it was if a painter forgot them, the sky was plainly light blue. There was a small lake in Hogsmeade, with plenty of benches around. Bushes surrounded it with a small exception for an entrance. They walked towards it talking about another unimportant topic: WWN. Hermione would have found everything more interesting if Harry would tell her what seemed like everyone else knew but her.

Suddenly Harry took a hold of her wrist and pulled her between two benches and straight into the bushes.

"Wha—" but Harry clamped a hand over her mouth. His other arm was around her stomach as if she were being hugged or rather kidnapped. Hermione looked to Harry to see what was going on, but he was looking through the gaps in the bushes. Hermione did the same.

She saw someone in sandals — Lavender; someone in khakis — Ron; and someone in burgundy robes—

It was Professor McGonagall.

"Weasley!" she shrieked. "What are you doing in Hogsmeade?" Hermione could only see them knee-down, but from the way it looked McGonagall was prodding Ron in the chest while she gave him a long lecture. She mentioned somewhere along the way that Hermione and Harry better be at the castle, once they got back. None of them moved; it looked as if Ron was still under the Muting Spell.

"Come with me." She said sternly. She saw Ron's feet follow McGonagall wordlessly. "You too, Miss Brown." Lavender's sandals gave a soft clunk as she went after Ron.

It seemed to Hermione almost purposely that everything happened the way it did to leave Harry and her by the lake. They walked. And walked.

Then Harry finally a burst of courage to say, "So…"

"You know I'm not thick," Hermione said bitterly.

Harry looked bewildered and simply said, "I never said you were thick."

"Then stop acting like it," Hermione snapped. Harry gave her a puzzled look but Hermione didn't meet his gaze. She didn't want look at him then all of a sudden feeling sorry for him — he was keeping a secret from her, she thought selfishly.

"Are you mad?" he asked gently. Hermione struggled to keep her temper down.

"Am I mad?" she whispered to herself aloud, before throwing her hands up like a lunatic and breaking out into a psychotic grin. "OF COURSE I'M MAD!" she shouted. Harry looked at her wide-eyed in disbelief. Some 3rd year Hufflepuffs across the lake stopped their conversation briefly. A few pigeons on a near bush scattered frantically.

"Fine!" Harry said losing his role as the peacemaker. "You want to find out what I haven't been telling you — FINE!" Hermione looked into his furious emerald eyes, and her absurd anger vanished. All these years she knew him she never saw him look angrier. A feeling deep down inside told her it was going to get worse. Worse? Impossible!

Perhaps he was bit by a Demon like Ron? No, she decided, he's temporarily mad.

Or so she hoped.

He seized her wrist and led her to where they hid the invisibility cloak. Hermione could feel the anger in his grip; his pace was faster than usual, making her practically run to keep up. She tried to avoid any of students' nosy looks. Couldn't they just…look away?
Despite Harry's unreasonable fury, Hermione should be happy he was going to tell her whatever the little "secret" is. Shouldn't she be filled with joy? No, not a time like now.

They arrived at the tree with a hole near the trunk. He let go of her wrist and took out the cloak and quickly drew it over them. Hermione gasped. Anyone could have seen them!

But Harry didn't take notice of that; his attitude completely changed. He held her hand gently and walked down towards the end of Hogsmeade. Past Dervish and Banges. Past the place where they went to see Sirius in the cave. She saw the castle loom up between the trees. So they were heading back to Hogwarts. Why hadn't she thought of that before?

Hermione looked at Harry. He was gazing ahead at the grass. One of his hands held her delicately; the other gripping the invisibility cloak. He must have sensed her looking at him because he took his eyes of the grass and looked at her. Their eyes met before the both of them turned away.
"I'm sorry," he muttered looking in the opposite direction. "Don't know what I was thinking…"

"It's okay," Hermione told him.

He turned around and stepped front of her, blocking her way. "Really?" he asked her. Hermione nodded. For a moment she was sure he was going to tell her whatever he was keeping from her, but went back to her side and proceeded walking.

"So…where are we going?" she asked boldly.

"You'll see." His voice sounded like he was going to show her a surprise but his face failed him. His expression was clearly unreadable.

They approached the Hogwarts doors. Harry took out his map and tapped it with his wand, and said something. Hermione peered over his shoulder.

"Coast is clear," he told Hermione. They heaved open the door to the Entrance Hall and went up the nearest staircase. It looked like they were going to the Gryffindor Tower…

Harry gasped. Hermione heard some faint, subtle footsteps (were they footsteps?). Harry motioned for Hermione to flatten against a wall, which was hard. The stone steps were uneven and the banister was big.

The footsteps came nearer. Hermione placed her chin on Harry's shoulder to see who was coming. An inkblot evidently said, Mrs. Norris. Now that was bad; cats could sniff…couldn't they?

They saw the black cat approach their hiding place carefully. Her luminous eyes narrowed mistrustfully and her tail was straight up. She sniffed around for a while, before leaving to undoubtedly Filch.

They silently made their way to the Gryffindor Tower. They went up to the portrait of the Fat Lady.

"Scorpionus," Hermione told her. The Fat Lady's looked frantically around.

"Who's there?" she sounded terrified. "Who's there!" Harry pulled off the invisibility cloak. Big mistake.

"What? An invisibility cloak! Th-those are forbidden!"

"Scorpionus," Harry said not really caring what the Fat Lady said. She tried to object but the portrait swung open.

There were only a few people in the common room, none of which they knew. Hermione debated whether or not he would tell her.

Hermione turned to Harry, who was going up to the boys' dormitories. Was she supposed to follow him? She wasn't listening before, maybe he told her then. She made sure no one was looking at her before following Harry.

Suddenly she got all shaky. Maybe I shouldn't know whatever it is, she wondered. Harry's usually so calm and this — whatever it was — caused him to really flip out! I wonder if this has to do with me? Harry said it would only hurt me; what did he mean by that?

She suddenly snapped out of her doubts when Harry took her by the shoulders.

"Are you okay, Herm?" She nodded.

He motioned her inside with a ludicrous bow. Hermione laughed and walked into the circular room. He closed the door and motioned for Hermione to take a seat on his bed.

She sat down and watched Harry go to his trunk. Placed neatly on top was a book titled in gold: PROPHECIES.

Hermione struggled to pretend she hadn't saw it. She did everything she could to keep herself from thinking about the book in Harry's hands as he closed his trunk and made his way toward her. She saw Dean's bed wasn't made; there was a yellow post-it note on the book — no don't look at the book, she scolded herself — Neville's toad was hopping around his open trunk; Ron's underwear and sock drawer was open…

But her mind kept wandering back to the book. She loved Harry — so why was she afraid? Divination isn't real — or is it? But whatever it was, it was too late. They already had the Wild Dreams and she loved Harry. Hermione suddenly realized Harry was sitting next to her, staring at her. Her stomach seemed to have shriveled up into ashes as she stared across the room briefly, before meeting Harry's eyes. They were the most beautiful bright green, in Hermione's opinion, but right now they were remorseful-looking.

"I'm sorry," Harry said, already turning away. "It's all my fault." The book slid to the floor, forgotten.

Hermione took his shoulders and twisted them to face her. A tear slid down his delicate cheek, which she quickly wiped away for him. He looked up to either stop prevent himself from crying or be brave — she wasn't sure. She rapidly became aware of the fact that she was the only one that ever loved him besides his parents, which weren't here to support him.

Hermione scooted over as possibly close she could to Harry, and warmly embraced him. She rested her chin on his shoulder and rubbed his back. Slowly he put his head on her shoulder and she could feel his tears wet her shoulder. He's been through so much, Hermione thought, as he hugged her waist tighter and pulled him onto his lap, I should have been there for him.

They sat there, embraced for a long time, as from what Hermione saw across the room Seamus's alarm clock, a half-hour. But it was a very relaxing thirty minutes with Harry, though. He smelled of a summer night, which reminded of her when they were outside in the Weasleys garden walking. He also had a scent of soap and — was that aftershave? Hermione smiled to herself. She felt his heartbeat and his chest slowly rising and falling.

Little by little Harry dozed off — he was probably up really late last night. She got up, untangling their feet and gently laid him down on his bed, with a kiss on his scar. She unlaced his sneakers and placed them next to his bed. As she walked towards the front of his bed to take off his glasses, Hermione stepped on the book. Gingerly picking up the old, heavy book she read the yellow post-it note.

Page 589

Hermione took a seat on a chair she conjured next to Harry's bed and opened the dusty book to page five hundred eighty-nine. The pages of golden parchment faded a greenish color at the tips and the pages were so thin she thought they would crumble, but the print was readable.

Potter Prophecy
It is said by The Soothsayer, that James and Lily Potter's son will end up the same way his parents had if he has a child… He-who-must-not-be-named will undeniably come after Harry Potter's child because he/she will have Potter blood… His wife, however, will most likely remain unharmed because she will not have any Potter blood… The only way to prevent someone from being murdered is by a bond of love — making a sacrifice of life to whomever you want to save…

Great Wizards, Hermione thought as she skipped through the five pages reading things here and there, I never knew. No wonder he was so uptight about it. But she could fight this Potter Prophecy. Harry probably thought she wouldn't or even worse abandon him. But no, this was her fracas too.

She put the book on the night table and looked sympathetically at Harry. He was moving side to side, obviously having another bad dream. He had told her he had them often and the only way to prevent it was dreamless potion. But of course Hermione was looking for some kind of charm or spell to help him sleep soundly. She put a hand to his forehead to feel his scar, but it wasn't hot. Hermione wanted to wake him up but knew she shouldn't unless it got really bad. She got up to get a damp towel, since he was sweating, but Harry suddenly reached out and grabbed her arm.

"No! Hermione!" Harry shouted. Expecting to see his eyes open and explain she was just going to the bathroom, Hermione was surprised his eyes were tightly closed. He never talked in his sleep before, at least not that she knew of. His strength on her arm was anesthetizing and hot tears were streaming down his face. He gave her arm one final pull and she was pulled next to him obliquely.

She must have been talking back to him in his dream because he yelled, "No! NO! That's not true, I love you, Herm!" Harry was sobbing uncontrollably. She tried to sit upright but he caught her around her stomach.

"No! I'm not letting you run away from me again! No! You have to understand! Please!"

This had gone too far. Hermione desperately tried to wake Harry by screaming his name. But it didn't work — Harry kept on begging her to stay with him. Determined not to listen she had only one choice left…

WACK! Right across the face. Harry's hands immediately went to the red handprint forming on his cheek. His mouth was open in shock and so were his eyes.

"Ow," Harry said, thickly staring at Hermione, who was now kneeling next to him. But Hermione herself was in shock, seeing that stuffing her under the bed didn't exactly seem like an option.

"You were having some sort o—of seizure. And I couldn't wake you up," she said nervously trying to explain. She felt with the back of her hand the hotness building up in Harry's cheek. "I'm sorry. You want ice? I'm so stupid — I should have done an Awakening Charm! I'm so sorry Harry. I—"

"It's okay, Herm," he said reaching out to smoothen her hair.

"Are your dreams always that bad?" Harry hesitated. "Harry, you have to tell me these kind of things."

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Great, he thought to himself angrily, I have detention before school even started. And of course his two best friends don't get in trouble. Hopefully, Harry told Hermione about that Prophecy or whatever it is, because it gets really annoying when Harry acts like Hermione's a porcelain doll about to break.

And what was Ginny doing with Seamus? Ron scoffed loudly as he passed through the common room of first and second years. Didn't she like Harry or was he 'behind the times'. He approached his dorm quietly and whispered a spell so he could see through the door.

Harry was lying down on his bed with Hermione at his side, clutching his hand. He caught a few words Harry told her.

"And he cut my arm…blood in a vile…."—Harry pulled up Dean's long sleeve shirt and showed Hermione a diminutive cut—"…Voldemort came out…"
So he was telling her all about what happened with You-Know-Who at the end of the third task, Ron thought more upset than angry, oh yeah just forget about poor old me.

Feeling rather neglected, Ron left.

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AN: Awww poor Ron... dont worry he'll have his revenge. See, see I gave away something now you must review! You dont know how long this took me - pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeze!!!!! Revivews motivate me 2 write faster - I swear!!!!!!!!! Oh yeah, I have one question! Does anyone know Pofessor Flitwicks first name is? I've through the books, perhaps I missed it or maybe they didn't mention it at all... thanx!