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Chapter 4: Nous vivons dans le Ciel (AN: We live in heaven)

Hermione completely blanked out after her hitting something incredibly soft.

She opened her eyes and saw that she was in a silver gown. Hermione blinked a couple times to get adjusted to the bright light she saw.

"W-w-w-where am I?" She thought aloud. Another person wearing white apparel stopped.

"Oh, dear! Where did you come from? What am I saying!chuckles What was the last thing you remembered?" the woman spoke kindly.

"J'étais jugé captif par un démon et... j'ai été sauvegardé par un oreiller rose mol... et je me rappelle le... l'OH, Dieu ! Je ne suis pas mort, n'est- ce pas ?" Hermione blurted. *Wait! I...I'm speaking French! English, mouth! I want English!* (AN: Hermione basically explains demon and Draco situation. AND wonders if she's dead. )

"Pourquoi est-ce que je Français suis parlant ? Là où sommes nous ! Je ne peux pas être mort ! C'est impossible ! Cher MERLIN ! Jésus Le Christ ! MERDE DE L'OH ! Je ne peux pas être ici!" Hermione yelled quickly to herself. (AN: Asks why she's speaking French, thinks she's dead but is in denial.)

"Miss, calm down! This is not Heaven nor Hell, there is a place where those good and not completely evil live in harmony. You are here. It is called Heaven's Clouds." The lady smiled warmly.

"MERDE!! I ^AM^ MORT!" Hermione shouted. (AN: CRAP I ^AM^ DEAD!!)

"Dearie, I don't speak that language, but the most likely answer is: You outsiders wear silver. People who are dead wear white or baby blue. And dearie, to go back you will be called, all you have to do is think of the person you last saw -in a positive way-. But!!! You can't leave until you feel a pull at your stomach. Understand?" The lady explained eagerly. Hermione merely nodded.

"Good, now until then you are free to roam around as you please." Hermione nodded once more.

She laid down on a fluffy white cloud and stared at her surroundings: mist, fog, clouds, and sky.

*Crap! I'm stuck in Heaven. These people are either good or almost completely evil or in between.* Hermione moved her arms slowly and the cloud floated as if on a lake. *What am I going to do? I cannot even speak normally!!!*

Hermione just closed her eyes and played with her belly ring. She then moved her tongue ring around with her teeth. She finally decided to stare at the others.

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"Where did you find her??" Madam Pomfrey frantically asked, whilst gesturing toward a bed.

"She was falling down the stairs towards the porthole to Hell. And she was muttering Italian... About a master and goodness and evil and light and dark." Draco explained uneasily.

"Oh, dear! She's pale, eyes..." Madam Pomfrey proceeded to opening her eyelids. "Oh, my! Eyes are r-red! Mouth...." She looked inside, "mouth seems to be... No, mouth has a disinctive smell, foul. Skin temperature...oh, no she's as cold as ice! Heart is beating."

Madam Pomfrey stopped dead in her check-up. "Oh, s***!"

"Huh?" Draco said, although unheard.

Madam Pomfrey yelled loudly in an echoing voice, "CALLING ALL PROFESSORS TO INFIRMARY IMMEDIATELY!!! EMERGENCY!!!! HELP! HELP!"

"Poppy! Wassa matter!" Severus Snape came running full speed. He stopped quickly, almost hitting another empty bed.

"Ms. Granger appears---" She began.

"Oh, no! Ms. Granger has been---" Minerva McGonagall began.

"My, my Ms. Granger has been possessed!" Dumbledore finished.

"Yes, all the symptoms." Pomfrey added.

"Severus, you need to make the Dilldramptus potion. Minerva, please tell the student body to please keep out of this corridor, unless emergency. (AN: Whatever is the Herbology teacher is put it in the next blank!) _________ go trim your Rorskew trees and bring us the pollen. All of you others please concoct gifts and maybe even some...protection for your classrooms. You are all dismissed." Dumbledore turned to Madam Pomfrey, "Poppy, please keep an eye on her. I'll get Winky, Dobby, and Kammy to bring warm blankets. Who found her?"

"Mr. Malfoy, he actually saved her from plummeting through the porthole to Hell..." She continued to mutter at how unsafe that hole was.

"Draco! Good to see you!" Dumbledore's eyes twinkled despite the seriousness of the situation.

"Hello, Professor." Draco nodded in respect.

"I am terribly sorry, but you will be pulled from your classes until further notice, keep your mind on Hermione please...let us hope she is not wearing white." Dumbledore sighed and left.

(AN: Should I leave it there? Nahh, just a little bit of Hermione, pllleeeaaaazzzz!?)

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"S'il vous plaît, pas s'il vous plaît vous laissez-moi être ?

Je suis si fatigué et triste de vous voir pleurer !

Cessez s'il vous plaît de noter le ciel !

Quand ferez-vous jamais à moi ce qui est exact ? ?

Mon bébé, sugarpie !" Hermione sang the song while a tear fell down her face and while she was wondering if she would ever be brought back to Earth.

(AN: Please, please won't you let me be?

I am so tired and sad to see you cry!

Please stop to notice the sky!

When will you ever do to me what's right??

My baby, sugarpie!)

"Ah, êtes-vous triste et des disparus les vivants que vous adorez ?" A male voice asked.

(AN: Oh, are you sad and missing the living one you adore?)

"Oui, je me demande pourquoi je ne suis pas de retour encore." Hermione replied, even more self-pitty inflicting.

(AN: Yes, and I am wondering why I am not back yet.)

"You will zee 'im agaaiin. Eet takez time to return to ze leeving." The heavily accented man comforted.

"Yes, I just hope sooner than later." Hermione answered. *OMIGOD!!! That was English!*

"Zee, you are alreadi going home now, no?" HE smiled, flicking a brown lock from his sight.

"Who-oa!!" Hermione stood off her cloud, (she had named it Cecelia), and felt a tingling and pull at her stomach.

"Your boyfriend haz ca-llen you vack." He said while pointing to her back. She twisted around and saw her tattoo glowing and the snake slivering.

"Yes, I am going back now. Au revoir!" She smiled and thought of Draco being nice. Even if it was her own created images of him, it seemed to work. She was spinning, spinning...spinning...gone from Cecelia and Heaven's Clouds....

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AN: Good ending, no? Zis waz long. I ree-eelly hope youv all like zis aaz muuch aaz I like witing it. Lol.

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