NOTE: I am so EVIL!!! MWAHAHAHA!! Well anywho, continue to enjoy the story… well you better be enjoying the story anyway!
Hermione pulled of her day clothes and into her nightgown. She walked to her bed and snuggled under her bed covers and closed her eyes and drifted into a long awaited sleep.
Babies. There were babies everywhere in carriages, in cribs on the floor; there were babies everywhere in the room. Hermione was the only person there who wasn't under the age of three. It was quiet in the room that had nothing in it except for babies, cribs, strollers and Hermione. The walls were the most purist color of white she had ever seen and so were the clothing she and the babies were wearing. Even the strollers and cribs were white. There was no sound for a long time, just silence as the babies stared at Hermione. The babies headed towards Hermione and one stepped on one of the others hands and it started to cry, which caused all the other babies to start bawling as well. Although they were crying they were still closing in on Hermione at an alarming rate. Just as soon as the first baby was about to touch her, a person dressed in all black entered the room. Hermione couldn't see its face but she could tell that it had blonde hair. The figure began to speak, it was a male voice, she had heard it before, it was a popular person but she couldn't exactly remember who it was.
"Hermione," spoke the man, "I am the father of your child." The man was coming closer to her, she could almost see his face… but then… she woke up.
"'Mione, your gonna be late for the Quidditch match!" said Ron, shaking Hermione's shoulder to wake her up. Hermione rubbed her eyes and sat up.
"Why did you wake me up, I was having a dream… I almost found out who the dad is…" said Hermione is a sleepy tone of voice.
"What dad?" asked Ron inquisitively.
Hermione immediately woke all the way up with a jolt. "I didn't say anything about a dad!" she panicked.
"Yes you did, just a second ago you did… but hell it was probably from some crappy muggle soap…"
"Yeah… Eastenders… wonderful soap…" Hermione said nervously.
"Well you better get your move on, the match starts in about 30 minutes. Oh yeah, Harry told me to tell you that he has something planned for you later on today."
"Alright, tell him to meet me at the common about 30 minutes after the match."
Hermione made her way up to the Quidditch stands and took a seat next to Ron's.
"'Bout time you made it, it's about to start." As soon as Ron had said that line the Quidditch players began to zoom around the field, looking like streaks of color flying high in the sky.
Hermione felt something on her shoulder. She turned around, it was Dumbledore.
"Hermione, we think we have found a solution to your problem. Come with me." He nodded to Ron who was looking at them in suspicion,
"Ron, if I am not here by the time to match ends, tell Harry. To just hold on until I get back." Ron nodded, telling her that he understood, yet he was very curious, what was going on?