AN: This is the third time I'm writing the authors note. Each time I try and save it the comp restarts! I'm going to pull out all my hair if it does again! For homework I have 5 essays on Thoreau, 2 book reports (have to finish reading the books), ton of trigonometry homework, 10 page science report and a million other things to do ALL IN ONE WEEKEND! Despite all that I have the flu! And here I am writing a fanfic...I think I'm a little demented today... Anyway I'm keeping my promise! I wrote down everyone's name that reviewed! Took forever but hey...maybe I'll actually get more reviews! Not that I'm not happy with those who reviewed but...the more the merrier! Anyway as for the story - big twist....


Disclaimer: Here it goes: I own the Wild Dreams, Potter Prophecy, Demons (the Demons I put in my story), Voicer, Loudspeaker (cant get over it can I?) and (drumroll) Aurora! Everything other than that is J.K.Rowling's.

Ironic Feelings - Part 10

The next morning Hermione was thrilled to get her schedule at breakfast. She had the same exact schedule as Harry and Ron, except for Divination — she had Arithmancy in place of that. There was a groan from Harry and Ron when they found out they still had Double Potions with Slytherin.

"Some things never change," said Dean, miserably shaking his head.

Compared to the first three days at Hogwarts, the opening week of classes weren't as repetitive as expected. But despite being Harry's boyfriend Hermione herself hadn't changed the slightest. At least not on the outside. Inside her mind was still swimming. But Hermione was still studying all she could and had those daily quarrels with Ron.

Harry on the other hand was worried about the Potter Prophecy yet amazed by his luck of Hermione sticking with him. But she assured him at least a million times it didn't annoy her because she loved him. But the truth of it was that this Prophecy was starting to overwhelm her. Professor McGonagall had been thinking along the same lines and decided to ask Hermione to have a word with her after class.

"I'm not sure if Harry told you yet, Hermione, but—" It was the first time Hermione saw her favorite Professor so concerned.

"Yes, Professor, Harry told me." She said imagining how Harry would take this calmly.

"And…?" Hermione felt the air trap in her lungs, unsure of how the Professor would react to her choice.

Feeling a sob coming on she burst out, "I love him!" Her nose tingled and tears ran down her cheeks and onto her robes. "There's nothing I can do about it — nothing I want to do about it—!" Hermione's voice broke of and she resumed sobbing. Professor McGonagall was by her side in a flash. She handed her a tissue that was futile, and gripped her shoulders before giving her a warm hug.

"Am I doing the wrong thing, Professor?" Hermione mumbled once her tears subsided. Professor McGonagall gripped her shoulders, moved back and searched her eyes.

"If you love him," she said reassuringly, "You love him."

Hermione slowly took this in, nodding.

"Promise me one thing Hermione. Promise me you'll follow you heart." She said in the same steady tone. Follow my heart, Hermione repeated in her head.

"If you ever have something you want to talk about or doubts or…or anything, come here," her Professor urged her. Hermione tried to nod again but was overcome with more sobs.

By the time Hermione left the Transfiguration room Professor McGonagall said not to bother going to Herbology; she'd tell Professor Sprout that Hermione wasn't feeling up to it.

"But why?" Hermione said, not bothering to hide the distress in her voice.

"Why what?"

"Why lie?" Hermione tried to reason.

"We don't want to make this a bigger thing than it already is…if I told Professor Sprout it'd get around to Professor Trelawney, Professor Snape…like I said, we don't want to make this a bigger thing than it already is, Hermione."
She nodded pretending she understood. Hermione shuffled out of the Transfiguration room, leaving her Professor to work.

Dumbstruck, Hermione came to a halt when she saw Harry leaning against the wall. He snapped out of his distant look when he sensed Hermione's gaze. Harry walked over to her and wrapped her in a hug. Just the scent of him was relieving.

Still feeling slightly overwhelmed, Hermione burst into gratuitously, silent tears. The bell rang and to avoid everything, Harry led her to a janitor closet. To Hermione's contentment, he held her close.

"You didn't have to wait," Hermione said fuzzily.

"But I did." He bent down a little to smoothen her tears.

Once the corridor was empty they left to the Gryffindor Tower.

~

Another thing perturbing Hermione, along the rest of the school, were Demons.

From what they were told there were going to be more Demons coming.

Knowing the fact that they wouldn't be told that if it wasn't definite, made Hermione anxious than ever.

For once Ron didn't like the publicity — people were looking at him as if he was still bit. Fred and George had a kick out of it, following Hermione in the corridors singing in a haunting tone, "We are coming to stalk you…" They only stopped when Angelina Johnson playfully asked Fred why he wasn't stalking her.

Double Potions wasn't any better with Slytherin; Ron also got a lot of rude remarks from Snape, as well. He was worse than ever, most likely because Lupin was back. Sooner or later in the middle of cutting up some Doxy legs he blew up, shouting at Snape to shut up because it was he bit by a Demon of foulness.

Ron got his second detention, that early in the year, with congratulations from Fred and George.

Lupin already tried to teach them how to look out for someone bit. He said it was too complicated to teach how to do the chant — at least not yet. Professor Flitwick tried to teach them a Charm to block out someone who wasn't bit, but soon realized its pointlessness without having anyone possessed by a Demon.

On top of all that was the Wild Dreams.

The Wild Dreams had continued that week — most stopping at the part where you find out what was wrong (or at least that was what was supposed to happen): They dreamt of centaurs gazing eerily at the sky in the Forbidden Forest, as planets moved around and out of their orbit. Harry said he recognized three out of the seven. Four seemed middle-aged, one very old and fragile looking, one fairly adolescent and lastly a little centaur.

The most terrifying dream started out with a little animal that they later realized was a baby Kneazle. It was late into the night and the Kneazle was whimpering at the Forbidden Forest as if it lost something or rather someone. It started struggling to run into the Forest when their view sprinted ahead extremely fast where soon there wasn't any moonlight left to see. Then they saw Lupin in werewolf form (you could tell from the markings around his eyes) fighting Aragog and all the little spiders. Lupin wasn't aiming to kill or just fight them — he was holding them off for some girl. She was sobbing and panting and her form was either really weird-shaped or she was holding a body, as she frantically tried to dart away. That's what it sounded like, but they (almost purposely) couldn't see the girl — they only saw her outlined figure for a split second.

To Hermione's minor relief it didn't sound like her. She would have known because a couple of times the girl screamed. The whole dream lasted about ten minutes, which sounds fairly short but if you're hearing what could be a girl's last moments and you can't wake up when you know you're having a nightmare it's seems like eternity. Right before it ended you could hear her gasp at something that caused an eerie glow. Hermione and Harry spent the rest of the night talking in the common room, with the fire burning brightly in the fireplace.

Another dream was Hagrid getting drunk, which truly scared Hermione and Harry. He was in his cabin drinking out of several tankards, getting thoroughly intoxicated. He was muttering this and that but they couldn't make out what he was trying to say. The next day, after the dream they had Care of Magical Creatures. Hagrid to see he was perfectly content, well, in a Hagrid sort of way. Hagrid's new project was something Hermione would have never guessed.

Kneazles. Kneazle's looked like little kittens with huge ears on their outsized faces. They had long furry tails and usually a bit of a smile playing on their face. The Kneazles Hagrid got came in all different breeds; no two were alike.

"Yeh have ter be nice, cuz if yeh don', they know what yer thinkin'. S'all instinct — see?" A Kneazle approached Hagrid, rubbing against his ankle. Hagrid bent down and picked it up to the Kneazle's delight. He went over on how to rub them and not to scare them, which leaves them no choice but to attack.

For once Hermione felt penitent for the Slytherins — the Kneazles weren't going to like them.

And not at all did they. Ron said they could sense evilness; quite a few were looking at Malfoy with swelling detest. About three at once lunged at him. As little as they were those Kneazles were, they were violent and appeared to be ripping up Malfoy's new robes as an appetizer.

Another was really hungry and eating away Goyle's nose, which gave Hermione no choice, but to join in Gryffindor's laughing.

Hagrid blew a silver whistle that none of them could hear, but it had a dramatic effect on the Kneazle's. They all froze stiff in their places and Hagrid carefully placed them back on the ground.

"I warned yeh, I did, I warned yeh," Hagrid said, unpromisingly shaking a finger at them. "Now yeh lot go up ter Ma'am Pomfey an' tell her yeh can' handle a bunch o' Kneazle's!" He called after them.

Grumbling, the Slytherins left, but not before Malfoy went on about telling his father how Hagrid couldn't teach.

This, everyone could tell, really hurt Hagrid. But the Gyffindor's seemed to think it was fun, and Hagrid's smile returned. The only complaint was from Parvati and Lavender about them pulling their hair in spite of them being 'so cute!'

Hermione had taken a golden Kneazle to liking, as she secretly watched Harry play with a couple other ones. Hermione sighed wishing there wasn't a Prophecy to hold them down, yet happy she ended up with someone like him. Perhaps Harry could spend Christmas with my family and relatives this year, she thought, and introduce him to everyone. He caught her eye and they flashed smiles. Taking a seat next to Harry on the grass, they talked about what a relaxing Care of Magical Creatures lesson was for a change. Even Ron had to agree the Kneazles were amiable.

Since it was a Friday afternoon, afterwards they stayed with Hagrid, filling him in on everything.

"I was wonderin' how long it'd yeh ter notice her, Harry," was the first thing Hagrid said, nodding to Hermione. Harry blushed. "How's al yer summers gone, eh?"

"Good," they chorused nonchalantly.

"Really? I'd have ter say mine was much more…eh…interestin'." But Hagrid's voice sounded miles faraway.

"Whatever happened to Madam Maxime?" Ron questioned brazenly.

"Oh, her?" Hagrid said hastily, as if coming back. "Nothin', nothin' at all." It was one of those things Hagrid was trying to not let them in on.

Even Hermione's enthrall didn't work. Not necessarily giving up, they changed the subject later on. They tried Hagrid's rock cakes to see if they changed and had some tea during a long exchange of words. Before it got dark they went back to the castle, for the horrible dreams with the Forbidden Forest was still on Harry and Hermione's minds.

Two dreams they didn't dream together as said in the book. One was when Hermione lost her memory, Harry told her it was about Dobby. Being Hermione she insisted they visit Dobby.

"Harry Potter!" squealed the odd house-elf, wearing the most irregular clothing, "I is missing you sirs!"

"Where's Winky?" Hermione questioned. This was obviously the wrong thing to say, many of the house-elves kept their necks bent.

"Winky leave…" The house-elf dropped his head sadly as some of the house-elves winced again at Winky's name, probably mourning. "She runaways — sad about Misters Crouch."

Dobby sighed shakily as a tear slipped down the edge of his nose. Hermione bent down and gave him a quick hug. Suddenly he appeared jumpy again.

"I is saving moneys up for yours Christmas presents!"

"That's great Dobby," Harry said, only to encourage him. Hermione and Ron glued smiles onto their faces.

The other dream that only Harry dreamt was when he shouted in his sleep and Hermione had to smack him to wake up. He told her before that Hermione was running away from him for the second time because she wanted to live what she called "a normal life and forget about him". And there was the first dream about falling into the Mirror of Erised that to Hermione seemed so long ago. Somewhere along the book it mentioned there were typically only seven dreams.

***

On that weekend Hermione (and Harry) dreamt the last Wild Dream.

On black velvet cloth, lay a golden necklace of which hung the most desirable pendant. Why she ached for it — Hermione didn't know. It looked like a vile filled with a mauve colored swirling potion with two bands of gold encircled around it: one on top that kept the potion in the vile while linking itself to the chain and on the bottom that connected it to a crystal wing.

It was so undisturbed next to the Wild Dreams they dreamt, yet she had this indescribable craving for the necklace in the dream. She felt as if she was practically going to die lacking the unique pendant. The next day she asked Harry what he thought of it at breakfast.

"Well yeah it was so plain and calm compared to the others," He said shrugging as he helped himself to some scrambled eggs.

"But…" Hermione said getting frustrated with her inexpressible feelings. "Didn't you…want it?"

"Listen to her, Harry," Ron whispered mischievously leaning across the table, "She wants jewelry…"

"I do not!" She told him huffily. "I was just —"

"Sure Hermione," Ron taunted her. "So what type of necklace was that again? Harry could get it for your birthday."

"Don't listen to him," she advised Harry, and glared maliciously at Ron. He mocked a glare back. But she did wonder what Harry was going to get her for her birthday — not that it mattered…

"Well," Ginny said taking a seat next to her brother, across from Hermione, disrupting her thoughts. "I don't see you getting Lavender any jewelry, Ron."

Hermione, Harry, and Ginny laughed — when McGonagall gave them detention she broke up with him "right then and there" as Lavender said stomping around that morning. Ron turned red to his very ears.

As silly as it sounded, for the rest of the day Hermione glanced at every girl's neck checking to see if they had that pendant on a gold chain. She only stopped when Professor McGonagall gave her a look in the corridor when she went to lunch later that day. It wasn't that she liked that necklace or anything — it looked rather sinister to Hermione but felt as though she required it.

~

Early in the evening, Harry had quidditch practice and was begging his girlfriend to watch. They were having tryouts for a new Keeper.

"Please, Herm? You finished your homework and your reading can wait till tomorrow." He said taking her hands to lift her out of the comfy chair.

"Oh, all right," she said giving in, as always.

She took a seat at the top of the stands, and watched, as the Gryffindor team unsuccessfully didn't find any of the Gryffindor's talented enough to play Keeper. After that they had a regular practice and Harry make spectacular dives for the snitch. If he becomes a professional, Hermione thought, I don't know what I'll do with myself. After the hour and a half of practice was up Hermione met Harry outside the locker room.

"Come on," he muttered in her ear, "I want to show you something." He led her back to the field.

"Why are we going back out?" She asked.

"You'll see," she said with huge smile across his face. The sun had gone down and the stars were spread across the azure sky. It was a vivid, clear night.

"Come on," he said, taking her hand. "Let's go for a ride."

"What!?" Hermione shrieked frantically. "I am not getting on that." She said pointing to the broom in Harry's other hand.

"You can hold on to me — why, you don't trust me?" He teased, already on his Firebolt holding out his hand to her. Hermione held back, afraid of heights.

"We won't go high, I promise."

"You promise?" she said in a tiny voice.

Harry nodded and repeated, "I promise." He took her hand and swung her over in front of him.

"No way — I am not steering —" But she was cut off because they left the ground. Harry put his arms around her and at the same time steered with a grip on the front of the broom.

"Don't look down," he whispered in her ear but Hermione's eyes were already tightly closed. The strong breeze rushed through her hair as well as Harry's yet the night was still. She could feel Harry's heart beat and his steady breathing, unlike hers a million times faster.

Harry held her tighter and placed his head next to hers.

"Don't be scared," he whispered in her ear. She turned away from the wind, her hair blowing all around her face. She faced Harry and met his glowing emerald eyes.

But Hermione couldn't resist looking down.

"Harry! We're up way to high! I'm gonna fall!" She sobbed and started quivering even more.

"Herm—"

"I'm gonna fall…I'm gonna fall…I'm go—" she said with deep breaths in between.

"What do you want for your birthday?" he murmured, slightly bending down to his cheek against hers.

"We came all the way up here so you could ask me that?" She said holding back a shaky laugh.

"Yeah," he said with a bit of a smile playing on his face.

"Don't listen to Ron," she said becoming more and more unmindful of the fact they were up so high. "I don't want jewelry."

"Then what do you want?"

***

Fiddilus Flitwick looked over and over in another Dark Arts book about Demons, but he couldn't think of a single Charm that would help. And whatever would help — you'd need a person that was bit.

He yawned tiredly and set the heavy book down. It was only around 7:00 P.M., judging from the sun setting over the Forbidden Forest, but all the same it was kind of late…

The Professor was just snoozing off when an urgent knock on his office door arose him with a peep.

"Co—" He tried to stifle a loud yawn unsuccessfully then squeaked, "Come in."

Minerva McGonagall opened the door and stepped aside in a formal way. Once she did so, she revealed a gorgeous black-haired girl that gave him a secretive familiar feeling. Minerva started talking at once.

"This is Aurora Lowell," she explained, placing her hand on the shoulder of the nervous yet confident looking girl. The name Aurora Lowell cut through him with an icy shock as he blanched. "I'm sure you know who this young lady is," she added with a sharp look. His eyes rounded and he tried pushing memories out of his mind…

"O-of course," Flitwick piped up, his little hands griping his chair to stop his quaking. "I know who she is."

"Good. I expect you to find a Gryffindor fourth year to introduce her. She's fourteen, isn't that right?" she questioned Aurora. She nodded.

Shocked, he blurted out, "Why not you?" He had taken her Minerva by surprise too, and a little annoyance.

"Me?" She said raising her eyebrows. "I'm busy enough. You don't appear to be doing anything do you? Of course not. Thank you again, Fiddilus." With a final squeeze on the girl's should, she turned swiftly and left.

"Have a seat," Professor Flitwick told Aurora, fretfully. He hopped off his chair and onto a heap of books, trying to regain his balance.

Thanks. "She had a bittersweet American accent just like…

"Well, you'll be a fourth year, so…" He didn't struggle to recall a nice fourth year girl in Gryffindor: Ginny Weasley.

***

A half-hour later, Harry and Hermione walked down the hall to the Portrait of the Fat Lady, sneakily refreshed from their recent make out session.

They were completely unaware of what was about to happen and put their relationship in monopoly. Hermione told the Fat Lady the password and Harry walked through. Harry gave Hermione a hand up and they walked across the common room to Ron, playing chess against a third year that claimed to be better than him. Ron was losing badly, and didn't seem to care.

He was too busy goggling at a girl chatting with Ginny across the common room. Expecting to see Lavender across the room, Hermione surveyed the girl everyone was glancing at.

Her black, silky hair was long and had reddish tincture towards the ends with gold streaks. It lied past her waist and was neatly tucked behind her left ear, which had been pierced with gold hoops five times varying in size (four on the bottom, one of the top). Hermione practically gasped when she the girl had a diamond stud pierced in her nose. Her heart-shaped face was fair with a little bit of blush – just the right amount. She had midnight blue, inky, passionate eyes shaped with dark, thick lashes and her glossy smile seemed to have lit up the Gryffindor common room. The girl looked like the most atypical person you'd find at a place at Hogwarts. She looked more like a glamorous Muggle rock star than anything.

To most she looked pretty, but in Hermione's eyes she was mysterious. She felt that gut feeling like the one that had told her in Hogsmeade, things would get worse. Hermione swiftly looked at Harry, who tore his eyes away from the girl and plainly gave her a look that said: who is she? Hermione looked elsewhere and shrugged.

"You missed it," Hermione over heard Ron tell Harry. "Ginny was called to Flitwick's office and then came back with her—" he jerked his head to the girl talking excitedly with Ron's sister. "—…fourth year…Her name's Aurelia or something like that — transfer student from I think America—?"

But Ron ceased his voice because Ginny was leading the transfer student towards them. Ginny halted in front of Hermione as the girl stood awkwardly aside her, waiting to be introduced. Behind her, Hermione felt Harry's hand comfort hers.

"Hermione," Ginny said in a relieved tone. "I don't believe you met Aurora, yet." Hermione turned to the girl, forced a smile and said in a sweet voice,

"No, I haven't."

"Aurora this is Hermione, Hermione this is Aurora." Ginny said with hand gestures.

"Hermione," she said softly as if trying to recognize her name, "What a pretty name." Then as if suddenly snapping out of a trance she said energetically, "Hi!" Perhaps Ron was right, she thought, she has such a horrible American accent, despite her melodious tone. But the girl looked so jumpy and friendly; Hermione couldn't resist.

"Hello," Hermione said, somewhat less briskly. Behind Aurora she saw Ginny catch her eye and motion her to go and sit down with them at the couch. She felt her hand leave Harry's and her legs follow them. Aurora took a seat between Ginny and Hermione.

Praying that this girl wasn't in her year, Hermione said, "So, what year are you in?"

"I'm 'still fourteen', so I'm guessing fourth." Hermione was secretly filled with joy regardless of her being 'still fourteen'. Then—

"Wait…when's the cutoff date?" She looked perplexed. "I have a late birthday."

"January," Ginny said promptly. "Then I'm in my fifth year. My birthday's December 13th." Hermione felt her heart sink to her icy stomach, even more as Ginny said, "How nice — you can be with Hermione. You'll be sure to catch up — Hermione's really smart." Hermione forced another weak smile at Ginny's compliment.

"Groovy," she said, nodding as her smile widened.

"Groovy?" Hermione and Ginny chorused, confused.

"It means like…" Aurora twisted her mouth and twirled her finger around a strand of hair as she made an effort to find the right word. "Cool."

"Well," Ginny said. "Since you're not going too be in my dormitory anymore, let's go and take all your stuff to Hermione's dormitory."

"'Kay," Aurora said happily as her and Ginny raced up the stairs. Hermione shot a look of despair at Harry and Ron's questioning faces.

"Is she single?" Ron mouthed from across the common room. Hermione's shoulders sulked in disbelief as she made a U-turn, not believing her luck.

Slowly she started after her new roommate. Ginny waited at the top of the stairs, as Aurora was somewhere probably moving her stuff.

Once Hermione reached the top of the stairs, she said in a flat voice, "She's going to be my roommate." It wasn't a question.

"No," Ginny said beaming as brightly as her long red hair. "You get to have all the same classes with Aurora too!" She seemed so thrilled — why in the wizarding world would she be thrilled?

"What do you mean 'all the same classes'?" Hermione said trying not to show any annoyance in her tone.

"Professor Flitwick said that she'll go by the same schedule as mine, so I'm guessing that goes for you too." Hermione's hand immediately went to her hot forehead at Ginny's statement. "What's wrong?" Ginny asked. "Nothing, just a bad headache. "Hermione lied, turning away. She couldn't stand lying to people in their face.

But Ginny knew all too well about that.

"Come on, lighten up, Hermione, she's not that bad," Ginny reasoned.

"Not that bad?" Hermione whined.

"What's 'not that bad'?"

The owner of the accented, sprightly voice was Aurora's.

"Hermione doesn't like Divination." Ginny said, rolling her eyes casually. How could Ginny lie — just like that, Hermione thought, privately shocked. Pretending this wasn't knew to her, Hermione nodded at the floor.

"So I got all my stuff in Hermione's room, you wanna hang out with us Ginny?" Aurora asked, playing around with the gold hoops on her ears.

"No, I'm really tired. Maybe tomorrow." Ginny said, and really meant it this time. Hermione inwardly cursed herself as Ginny walked back to her dormitory and left her and Aurora in the hall.

"There's three beds in your room, who's the other girl?" she asked.

"Girls," Hermione corrected, "There's Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown. We have to get you a bed…" Hermione trailed off in thought. How were they going to get her a bed?

As if answering her question, numerous house-elves came up carrying pieces of a bed. The mattress, box spring, headboard, sheets, comforter and so on. Aurora was fascinated, looking at the little creatures like they were behind glass in a museum. A little elf left the others with the pillows and went up to Aurora timidly.

"Excuses me Miss, which room is the bed go?" she squeaked.

"They talk!" Aurora screeched, her jaw dropping and her eyes wide open. Her hands went to her hair, causing several loose, gold bracelets to jingle. The house-elf flinched and stumbled backwards. They could hear a brief hiatus in the common room.

"I mean," Aurora said, correcting herself and becoming very composed, "Yeah…they talk."

"That room." Hermione pointed out to the house-elf. The little house-elf thoroughly shaken, got the horde of house-elves to follow her into the 5th year girls' dormitory.

"I'm sorry," Aurora apologized to Hermione, "In America we don't have…uh…what's the name?" She asked gesturing to the group of house-elves.

"House-elves."

"Yeah, house-elves…" But Hermione could tell Aurora had no idea what house-elves were. So in that case she explained to Aurora hanging on to every word, what house-elves were and that they worked in the kitchens and etcetera…

Soon the house-elves were trooping out, curtsying, bowing, and informing them the new bed was set up.

Aurora was just as amazed at the dormitory as she was about the house-elves.

"Whoa, this room is huge…" she took a look at her bed. "My bed was the same exact way," Aurora's voice fell, "only it was dark blue."

"Well you can change it," Hermione reasoned.

"How?"

"You don't know?" Hermione asked, surprised. "Well it's easy actually… You have your wand, don't you?"

Aurora went to one of her huge trunks that lie on her bed and opened a few zippers before she found what she was rummaging around for.

"Yeah," she said, holding it up. Within a few minutes she got the hang of it. "I'm so lucky I got stuck with you," she said in a polite way, "I don't know a lot of magic. Started a couple years ago and the teachers are horrible."

"Teachers? Not Professors?" Hermione asked, shocked. Aurora shook her head.

"If they were Professors, I'd actually know some more stuff."

"You started at thirteen?"

"Twelve for me 'cause I got a late birthday, but yeah, Ellington enrolls you at…thirteen."

"Ellington? I've never heard of it before."

"It's new," Aurora explained. They talked for a while and soon enough Hermione forgot about when Parvati and Lavender were going to come; she was starting to think this girl wasn't all that bad, when…

"Ooh," Aurora said smiling slyly, picking out a photograph, tucked in the mirror frame, "Who's this hottie?" It was a picture of her smiling Harry, slightly blushing, and his green eyes adorably bright.

———

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