Part 5- Wishes

I can't die. I need to get out of here. I have to believe in myself, but I don't know how to. I've always counted on Harry and Ron to do that. I wish I was out of here. I wonder what it would be like if Harry, Ron and I never became friends.

That can be arranged.

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Hermione woke up in a cold sweat. She panted heavily. Ginny pulled back the curtains which hung around Hermione's four-poster bed. Ginny was already in her robes.

"Are you okay?" Ginny questioned in a panic.

Hermione gave her a quizzical look, "I'm fine." she said in a snobbish tone.

Ginny looked away, "Sorry." she turned and walked away.

Hermione looked through the crack in the curtains. She saw part of a window, barely any light shone through. She looked at her muggle wristwatch and it read seven o'clock. She sighed heavily as she got out of bed and began to get ready for another school day.

Slowly she walked down the staircase to Gryffindor common room. It was quite difficult to concentrate where you were heading when all you can think about is a dream you had a few minutes ago. But her problem wasn't that, her problem was that she couldn't exactly remember what her dream was.

In transfiguration he had calculated she was going 0.8 seconds slower than usually. She saw the boy beside her, with red hair and red freckles to match was having difficulty with his transfiguration spell. Professor McGonagall had instructed the class of just Gryffindors to change a mushroom into a rose. She recognized him as Ronald Weasley.

"Wait! You're doing it wrong! She said it's Moricle Cavariti!" Hermione corrected, "Like this!" she pointed to her own mushroom. "Moricle Cavariti!"

Suddenly the mushroom began to squirm in spot, then it's color began to change into a brilliant, viberant red, suddenly its top grew bigger, then curved upwards. In a matter of seconds, it became a full-bloom, red rose. Many had already attempted the spell already. Lavender Brown, a few seats behind and across from Hermione had turned her mushroom into a red rose, unfortunately it smelled of rotton fruit. Harry Potter, a seat in front of her had tried to change his own mushroom into a rose, unfortunately it just turned into a giant thorn.

"Why Miss Granger! What a perfect transformation! 10 points to Gryffindor." McGonagall congratulated.

"Thank you professor." Hermione replied with humble gratitude.

Then she turned back to Ronald, "Now see what I mean?"

Ronald wrinkled his nose as if he had just smelt something horrid, "Oh stuff it." He grumbled as he turned away.

Hermione felt taken back as she turned back to face the front. She wondered why it had hurt her so badly. Hadn't he said something like that to her before? So why did it struck her so deeply like a pierce to the heart?

Suddenly she heard a yelp. She looked around and saw Ronald rubbing his nose. Harry Potter looked back,

"I'm sorry." Harry said, "Never meant to hit you with my wand."

"I bet you are, you famous snob. Just because you're famous doesn't mean you can hit people with your wand!" Ronald hissed.

"I am not a snob you wannabe!" Harry shot back at him.

Ronald stood up, then Harry did,

"Are you asking for a socking? Because I'm not afraid of you!" Ronald dared.

"Well come and sock me then!" Harry replied.

"Enough! Mr. Potter! Mr. Weasley! Enough! Stay after class. I have a few words for the both of you!" McGonagall commanded.

Both Harry and Ronald sat back down, grumbling under their breaths. Suddenly Hermione was filled with an urge to console Ronald and Harry and insist they apologize to one another. She felt confused about this, considering they weren't even friends.

Later that night, Hermione did her homework in a quiet corner of the Gryffindor common room. No one was around surprisingly, but then again it was late into the night. Suddenly something caught her attention in the corner of her eye. She looked over to the couches by the fireplace. She saw herself sitting there with Ronald Weasley and Harry Potter. Ronald and Harry were playing Wizards chess and at the same time all three of them were chatting, laughing, enjoying one another's company. She blinked at what she was seeing. But then she noticed that the figures were translucent. But they were there. She shook her head in disbelief, when she turned back to look again, nothing was there. She slammed her astronomy text closed. Insisting that it was just a halucination from studying too hard and not getting enough sleep. Luckily, tomorrow was a Saturday.

Hermione sat in the back of the library, leaning her head against her hand. She starred at the text in front of her, she could read it clearly, but she couldn't concentrate, and that scared her a bit. She carelessly took her free hand, the right one, and flipped through the pages, not even trying to read the text. She could here quiet voices around the library, discussing the new hot guy to like or which subject was the best or the worst and so on. She felt herself drift in and out of liveliness, perhaps she needed more sleep? Suddenly she blinked and distinctively saw the Harry Potter boy and herself talking. She sat up straight, back pressed hard against her chair. They were talking, but she couldn't hear. She stood up and walked over to what she saw, but the closer she got, the more it disappeared, until finally it was gone again. She slammed her hands on the desk, looking down at the bare end of the table. Her breath came in short, heavy doses, what was going on? Why did she continueously see these images? Even more, why were they about herself and two people she barely even knew or talked to. Yes it has been 6 years into her life in Hogwarts, but she hadn't even talk to either of them like actual friends!

"Are you okay?" a voice asked.

She turned around in alarm. It was that Ronald Weasley fellow. He had a book in his hand.

"Uh- yes." She replied in an uneasy tone.

"Are you sure? I was checking out this book, then I see you over here like you just had a heart attack." Ronald explained.

"I'm fine." Hermione said sternly.

"All right then." Ronald replied. Then he grinned, "Take it easy, studying isn't everything."

Then he disappeared behind a set of bookcases. Her eyes followed him until he was out of her sight. She let out a breath as if she had held it in for a few moments. She felt her heart pound quickly and her palms begin to get damp. She looked back to where she last saw Mr. Weasley, what was it about him that made her feel so d a m n different?

Suddenly she felt dizzy. She felt her vision go in an out of focus. Even stranger, she began to hear a familiar voice calling her name. At first it was a dull call, then the more she got dizzy and disoriented, the more the call became clear. Who was calling to her? No one was around anymore. Then it finally hit her. That voice, it was him .

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Ron looked up from where he sat. He heard a nose come from Hermione.

Did she fart or something? he thought confusedly.

Suddenly he saw her hand twitch. He jumped to his feet immediately. Unfortunately, that was the only thing she did, because afterwards, she never moved again. After awhile, Ron's heart sank and he sat back in his chair as his hopes were dampened.

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