AN: Did you think I would leave ya guys with that bad of a cliffie without writing ASAP?? Well, here it goes.

Chapter 9: Huh?

Sum-up for the confused: a Seer is a person that can see the future. Her Grandma is dead, that's why she said stuff about 'visiting'. Right now she is in the middle of a Dream, Dream is capitalized because it isn't a normal, 'I went to sleep' dream. Seer is pronounced: See-er.

*I know who that is! That's... ME?! Huh? What? Nooo, I don't like that slimy git! Nor would I want to 'do it on Snape's desk!' that would be violating teachers' stuff! That...WHAT IF SNAPE WALKS IN!?!* Hermione was in a panic while she floated and they greeted each other.

"Well, ladies first." Draco put his hands in a gentlemanly gesture.

"Thank you." Dream-Hermione undid her cloak. *Huh? Eeeew! I don't need to see myself in a see-through nightie!* Hermione thought.

"Well, Kitten, you certainly outdid yourself!" Draco said.

"Thank you, again." Dream-Hermione leaned in and kissed Draco. Draco took this warm welcome and continued, snogging. Not an ordinary, nice-to-see-you kiss but a I'm-hungry-and-you're-on-the-menu kiss. Hermione practically gagged watching herself and Draco make-out. *I wonder if he's a good kisser? Hmm. WHAT! That is Draco Malfoy!!*

Draco stopped, "Hold on, I'll need to get something." Draco got up and left into Snape's office.

Dream-Hermione looked at Seeing-Hermione. "I can't see you, my past self, but let me tell you: He is the best god damn kisser ever!!!!!!!"

Hermione chuckled. Draco came in and both Hermiones spun around to face him. Regular-Hermione felt like she was seeing the Statue of David all over again. Her jaw literally dropped. *OMIGOD!*

(AN: OK, eeewww! I can't believe I'm writing this! Yuck! Is this me? Hello, brain!?)

*OMIGOD!!! OMIGOD!! OMIGOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAA!!* Hermione felt like she was tumbling, but ended up on her bed.

~*~*~

Draco woke up to here, "OMIGOD!!! OMIGOD!! OMIGOD!!!!!!!!!!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAA!!" By that time Dumbledore and Madam Pomfrey were sitting by her bed, drawing back the drapes to see the candles still burning.

"Merlin! Albus, those weren't cursed Seeing Candles, were they?" Pomfrey screeched trying frantically to remove the drapery.

"Nonsense! Poppy, trust is a virtue." Albus Dumbledore smiled warmly, eyes twinkling.

"Sorry, Mr. Malfoy. It seems Hermione has just had her first Sight. Must have startled her a bit." He told Draco.

"Huh? She's a Seer?" Draco had heard many myths of Seers, but the wizarding world hadn't seen one in over 400 years!

"Yes, have you heard of the tale of Mistagotha Mist-ah-goth-ah?" Dumbledore asked. Mistagotha was a witch-Seer that was most powerful. She was banned into muggle-living by Voldemort and her descendants were never found. Draco nodded. "She, Ms. Granger, is the only offspring that was found. Interesting, really, Grandmother was one, but neither parents were."

"Ms. Granger calm down! It was just a Sight." Madam Pomfrey soothed.

"Oh...my...god. For...Merlin's...sake...oooohh my gooooddd!!" She breathed deeply.

"Ms. Granger, we are terribly sorry for not telling you about the candles. These might've given you a little more insight than normally. Care to talk about it?" Dumbledore asked.

Hermione went as deep red as any Weasley could go. She looked around, from Pomfrey to Dumbledore. Her cheeks receded, then she spotted Malfoy. Her cheeks went bright red again.

"Thanks, but no thank you. It was rather...touching. Grandma was there and all." Hermione didn't necessarily lie, just twisted the truth. I mean, by god(s), would you have told your headmaster about steamy sex on a professor's desk?

"I see. Sorry to have brought back such sadness." Poppy Pomfrey nodded at what Dumbledore said.

"That is really OK, Headmaster. Thank you for being so concerned." Hermione said in a high-pitched voice and watched Dumbledore leave. As soon as Dumbledore exited, Snape appeared. Hermione went beet red again.

"Ms. Granger, I've taken the liberty to brew you some more vocal potion. It appears you have screamed yourself hoarse, again." Snape winked, Hermione couldn't believe that, but, does it matter?

"Thank you p-p-professor," Hermione stated, still remembering her Dream. Snape set it down and left, while Madam Pomfrey went to get her Mandrake juice. Hermione dove under the covers and hid her head under the pillow.

"No, Mione! No...no, Statue of David! Yuck! NOOOO!" She said while she hid under the pillow.

Draco was still there, though. He'd seen that statue while on a trip with his aunts.

"Well, Hermione?" Draco said, smirking.

"Yes?" Hermione poked her head out. "Sorry, I didn't realize you were here...still."

"Statue of David, huh? Please don't lie and say something like, 'that was the last trip my grandma and I went to together'. What was your Sight about?" Draco said, getting up. He took a step over to Hermione's bed. She was cornered.

"Uh..." Hermione looked out, eyes level in the direction of her head. His waist was there. The Grand Shabang was there. She closed her eyes and winced. Damn her dream!

"C'mon! You weren't doing Weasley, it can't be ^that^ bad." Draco said. She turned red and muttered something incoherent. "Huh? What was that?"

"I said, I can't tell you! It is against all rules of Seeing." Hermione hopped up and ran to the bathroom. She undressed and looked at the mirror. *I'm gonna need to do a few sit-ups before I'll fit in that nightie.* She joked to herself. Obviously, she accidentally said it aloud.

"WHAT NIGHTIE?!" Draco asked, waiting outside the door.

Hermione almost said, "The nightie I'll wear when I lose my virginity to you on Snape's desk!" but decided that sounded like "The nightie I'll where when hell freezes over."

So, she decided on, "Nothing!"

She hopped in the shower. * Wait, why am I ^trying^ to look good and make that Sight true?* Hermione asked herself. *I really need to contact Grams again.*

Hermione got out and fixed herself up. Luckily vanilla was her favorite scent so she had a couple in her trunks.

"Excuse me, you prat, I need to ask Grams something." Hermione said as she tried to get out, while Draco sat blocking her way outside.

He moved. She grabbed a few vanilla candles. "Grandma, you'd better have some answers, 'cause I won't let that happen!" She muttered, whilst lighting the candles.

"Won't let what happen?!" But it was to late for Draco, Hermione was deep in Sight.

~~~~ (AN: I'll write a lil more!)~~~~

"Gramma?" Hermione said. Her grandmother came with a 'pop'.

"Oh, dearie! I was looking for you! Wanted to ask you about your first Dream." The lady floated over.

"Can you...change the future? I mean what you see in the Dreams?" Hermione asked her nice grandma.

"Oh, no dear, don't be silly. You always end up doing that-what you did in the Sight, I mean. Why? What did you See?" Hermione's grandmother looked a little anxious.

"Oh, nothing, you know...the usual. I was getting laid on a prfessor's desk with my archenemy." Hermione said.

"WHAT!?!?!" Grandmother Granger yelled.

"Look, I have to GOOOOO." Hermione yelled as she floated into reality.

~*~*~

Malfoy heard, "I have to GOOOOO."

He stood over Hermione. She awoke, startled to see him.

"So?" He asked.

"What?" She replied.

"What'd she say?" Draco was seeming more and more like a puppy.

"She said I can't change Dreams. The fate always seems to be the same." Hermione sighed.

"Sooo what were you desperately trying to change?"

"Bugger off." Hermione picked herself up. "MADAM POMFREY!! SEND BOO-BOO UP WITH HER DONUTS!"