AN: I'll be writing now. This fic is gonna be long, I can tell. Oh, yeah,
this chapter is mostly Hermione. If you remember where we left
her....MWUHAHAHAHA!! Huh? Oh, yeah, story, DragonsGal, s-t-o-r-y.
Chapter 8: Candles of the Future.
Hermione was sitting on the bed. Eating. Normal scene, right? Nope. Madam Pomfrey put those damned candles around her bed so it looked like a movie, Practical Magic, or something like that. All the same, she looked like she was in a seance.
After stuffing the 3rd donut in her mouth she commented, "sniff, sniff Scented candles? Hmmm, yummy, vanilla! Madam Pomfrey? I wonder..."
Even though it came out in fragments, she could care less. She ate another 3 donuts and sipped her mocha, okay so she downed the thing like there was no tomorrow. She started humming a song her Grandma used to sing her. After the last 6 donuts she stared off.
*Mmm, I love that smell. Grandma had that smell in her gardens. She always said anything vanilla can take away your current life and place you in memories...* Hermione put the tray and mug on the nightstand. Then she zoned out, overlooking the candles. Each little distinct flame turned into blurry, run-together colors. In a normal situation, anyone's eyes would have teared up from staring so long or being so close to the fire.
Hermione's eyes stayed glossed over and transfixed on the blur of orange. If Hermione had seen someone else like this she would promptly say, "That person is in a dream-like state in which one gets while Seeing. That person is in a future or past memory of what is to come or has happened!"
~~*~~*~~*~~ Seeing Dream~~*~~*~~*~~
"Hermione! It is good to finally see you've come to visit. Hermione? Darling?" An old white haired lady spoke, amidst the foggy setting.
"Grams? What's happening?" Hermione spoke, shaking.
"Dear, you are a Seer. I tried to tell you. I myself didn't know, being a muggle, but Dumbledore contacted me. He said you'd need help. Also said I was a powerful Gypsy-Potionmaker. Imagine that!" The lady chuckled. "Oh, didn't you think it was odd of me to ramble on and on about vanilla, dear, that is you scent!"
"Oh, um, what now." Hermione said.
"Let the wind take you dear!" Hermione's grandmother yelped as Hermione was floating away in the mist.
****New Dream***
Hermione landed in a foggy-gounded Potions' classroom. She looked around. There was a man sitting on Snape's desk. That man was...Draco!?! He was sitting smugly. A knock was at the door.
"Come in my kitten!" He said, while getting up.
Hermione whipped her head around in the direction 'his kitten' was in. There stood a lady in silver silk robes, hood drawn over her face. * I'm not gay, but WOW she has sooomme figure!* Hermione thought. *Wait, who is it?*
"Hey Draco, I wanna do it on Snape's desk!" The voice came in a husky tone. (AN: where'd that come from!? Oh, yeah, me and my demented mind.)
*I know that voice! That's-*
End of Chapter
MUWAHAHAHAHA! Cliffie!! Anyone out there? Anybody reading my fic? Please review, even if it is anonymous! Sorry for keeping it short! R&R!!!!!!!
Chapter 8: Candles of the Future.
Hermione was sitting on the bed. Eating. Normal scene, right? Nope. Madam Pomfrey put those damned candles around her bed so it looked like a movie, Practical Magic, or something like that. All the same, she looked like she was in a seance.
After stuffing the 3rd donut in her mouth she commented, "sniff, sniff Scented candles? Hmmm, yummy, vanilla! Madam Pomfrey? I wonder..."
Even though it came out in fragments, she could care less. She ate another 3 donuts and sipped her mocha, okay so she downed the thing like there was no tomorrow. She started humming a song her Grandma used to sing her. After the last 6 donuts she stared off.
*Mmm, I love that smell. Grandma had that smell in her gardens. She always said anything vanilla can take away your current life and place you in memories...* Hermione put the tray and mug on the nightstand. Then she zoned out, overlooking the candles. Each little distinct flame turned into blurry, run-together colors. In a normal situation, anyone's eyes would have teared up from staring so long or being so close to the fire.
Hermione's eyes stayed glossed over and transfixed on the blur of orange. If Hermione had seen someone else like this she would promptly say, "That person is in a dream-like state in which one gets while Seeing. That person is in a future or past memory of what is to come or has happened!"
~~*~~*~~*~~ Seeing Dream~~*~~*~~*~~
"Hermione! It is good to finally see you've come to visit. Hermione? Darling?" An old white haired lady spoke, amidst the foggy setting.
"Grams? What's happening?" Hermione spoke, shaking.
"Dear, you are a Seer. I tried to tell you. I myself didn't know, being a muggle, but Dumbledore contacted me. He said you'd need help. Also said I was a powerful Gypsy-Potionmaker. Imagine that!" The lady chuckled. "Oh, didn't you think it was odd of me to ramble on and on about vanilla, dear, that is you scent!"
"Oh, um, what now." Hermione said.
"Let the wind take you dear!" Hermione's grandmother yelped as Hermione was floating away in the mist.
****New Dream***
Hermione landed in a foggy-gounded Potions' classroom. She looked around. There was a man sitting on Snape's desk. That man was...Draco!?! He was sitting smugly. A knock was at the door.
"Come in my kitten!" He said, while getting up.
Hermione whipped her head around in the direction 'his kitten' was in. There stood a lady in silver silk robes, hood drawn over her face. * I'm not gay, but WOW she has sooomme figure!* Hermione thought. *Wait, who is it?*
"Hey Draco, I wanna do it on Snape's desk!" The voice came in a husky tone. (AN: where'd that come from!? Oh, yeah, me and my demented mind.)
*I know that voice! That's-*
End of Chapter
MUWAHAHAHAHA! Cliffie!! Anyone out there? Anybody reading my fic? Please review, even if it is anonymous! Sorry for keeping it short! R&R!!!!!!!
