It's Dejavu All Over Again

Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN NOTHING!!!! Except the plot!!!

Summary: Hermione's 20 years old and she's running away from her past. Everything seemed to go wrong in her 7th year. What if she had a chance to change her past...to be with that one 'someone' that's been haunting her thoughts...what would she do? Change?

A/N: Too many headaches in my story, huh? It will make sense in all good time, just be patient with me. Draco's secrets will be told and Hermione's nightmares from the past will be awaken. So. . .blah! (Arthur sticks out her tongue)

ADD: no comment. I was a dork then, and I still am. NOT in REAL life though.

Last time:

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            "I can get used to this, you feel so good." The voice came again. "I'm not going to marry Pansy. . .where did you get that idea?"

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Chapter Eight: Dreams, or were they Nightmares?

            "I donno. . ." Hermione mumbled. She didn't have enough energy to talk right, she was sleepy. "Too tired. . ."

(Draco POV)

            Draco smirked to himself. Everything seemed to perfect when she was with him. The mudblood. . .perfect.

            *As if!* A voice in the back of his head screamed. *As if! As if! As if!*

            He picked up the sleeping Hermione and laid her down on the Prefect bench. He watched her sleep peacefully. Finally with much debating with himself he lifted the upper half of her body, slid his legs under it, sat down, and let Hermione sleep in his lap. Draco himself drifted to sleep. . .

(Hermione dreaming)

            *Watch me sweetheart, listen for me at night. You lived your life already. . .you're twofaced, my puppet. Let me out when the time comes. . .for I want out. Let me free. . .let me fly. Don't let the nightmare come once again. . .to leave us in shambles, to break us to its will, to mold us to its want. Let me fight. . .let me run wild. . .the necklace, break the necklace. It is madness to wear it. . .chains that bind us to the story which was forgotten long ago. Your story. Our story.

            *Pain pounds in your head, don't it sweetie? It's me fighting for my life. . .and yours. Nightmares will follow, beware. . .I'll protect us the best I can.

            *You won't disappear when I'm out. . .no. You'll still be there. You're just the child and I. . .I the adult. Follow me and everything will be fine for. . .us. Who am I? I'm your adult form. . .that remembers everything. . .that's gone through rain and snow. . .that's wild and loving. You just have taken my place. . .you are my. . .inner child. The world has seen little of me. I was supposed to be on the outside in the first place.

            *Let's have fun*

            Hermione's necklace glowed red instead of violet. She tossed and turned, her pleasant dreams gone, horrible nightmares replaced them and the necklace twinkled and turned green.

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Two Hours Later

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            Hermione woke to the sound of squeaky wheels being rolled on the floor of the train and headed her. . .their way.

            "What the. . ." Hermione said untangling someone's arms that were wrapped around her shoulders. She looked behind her to find, Draco Malfoy. He had a smirk on his face even if he was sleeping. His blond-white hair was a mess which gave him a different appearance from the usual slicked back gelled hairstyle. It almost made him look "cute," almost.

            "How did I end up with you?" Hermione growled, mostly to herself because of course Draco couldn't hear her.

            The lady with the food cart came in and smiled at Hermione and nodded towards Draco and said, "Das the Queen and da King care fur anything? Oi've got a plenty fur ya sveethearts. Ya pumpkin should get some vittles fur da sleeping handsum, no?"

            Hermione nodded, she was hungry. She didn't really care about Draco and she didn't know how she even ended up wrapped in the arms of Draco. In the end, Hermione bought plenty of treats for the both of them for the rest of the train ride. She was munching on a chocolate frog when Draco stirred from his slumber. Somehow he moved too fast and rolled off the bench with a terrible thud. Hermione could hear a nice range of swear words coming out of the nicely formed mouth of Draco Malfoy. She laughed; got up from the bench she was sitting on, and bent down on the floor where Draco was now sprawled on the ground with a frown on his face.

            Hermione brushed away the hair that had gotten in front of Dracos's eyes. "Terrible dreams, huh?" She asked. Questioning blue eyes answered her back. "Not going to talk to me, are you? Is it because I'm a mudblood?" She giggled and stood up. "Once again I will tell you. . .I'm not a mudblood. Have some chocolate frogs." Hermione tossed him a few, which were spread out on the bench by them.

            "Y-you're not a mudblood?" Draco questioned. "Then what the hell are you?!" He unwrapped a frog and smashed it. He seemed to have found his voice.

            Hermione winced from the power Draco had. She shrugged. "What do you think I am? A squib?"

            "I wish. . ."

            "Oh, you good for nothing son of a bitch!" Hermione yelled at him. "I don't need to deal with you, do I? I CAN leave, can't I? I try to be nice, but this is how I get treated in return. ARGG!!" She went to the door and grasped the doorknob, but brought back her hand in shock. Pain had shot through the nerves in her hand. She turned to look at Draco who had his wand in his hand, in his other he had hers.

            "Why you. . !" Hermione screamed at him angrily.

            "Why me nothing. I think you need to calm down. You are so temperamental. Tsk. Tsk. You're supposed to be setting an example. . .after all you are Head Girl this year." Draco wagged his finger at her mockingly.

            "Something I wasn't the last time. . ." Muttered Hermione.

            Draco smiled. "Excuse me, what did you say? I didn't quite catch that." He took a step towards Hermione who took one backwards, out of fear of being close to Draco.

            "I didn't say anything. I don't know what you are saying." Hermione said sarcastically, backing away from Draco who was closing the distance between them very quickly.

            "Oh you did, sweetheart. You did. I intend to find out what it was. . ." He whispered into her ear. She realized a second later that she was pressed onto the door behind her. Draco was standing so close to her, his hands on the door on each side of her head, making escape impossible.

            "M-Malfoy, you get away from me." She spat. Her heart was pounding fast, she didn't know what to do. If she was correct, she actually was starting to have feelings for her. . .enemy!

            *This can't be happening!*

            "I said, get away from me." Hermione sputtered.

            "Lady, you wound me dearly. I'll never be the same again." He smirked, not listening to her meager protests. . .

            Weakly Hermione said, "Stop, please."

            "Stop what? I'm not doing anything." Draco replied too innocently. He was playing with Hermione's hair with his left hand.

            "Stop, please." She begged again.

            "Fine. Beware though, I plan to finish what we started." He said, gently pushing Hermione out of the doors way, so he could open it. He left without a backwards glance at the breathless Hermione.

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            Hermione walked out of the Hogwarts Express looking for her friends. She still couldn't believe anything that had happened between her and Draco.

            *It couldn't of have happened. It just couldn't!*

            "I don't think it did. It was all a dream." Hermione concluded. "A nightmare to be sure."

            Scanning the crowds of Hogwarts students, her eyes fell on Draco. He was surrounded by female admirers. He looked up from a conversation he was having with one of the girls and stared back at her. He smiled and winked. Something was up with him. She just looked back at him; rolling her eyes she smiled back and waved. It seemed Draco and she had some sort of truce between them. She didn't mind, but she hoped it wouldn't last very long. It was creeping her out.

            "Who you waving at?" A girl's voice said from behind her catching her off guard. She turned to see Ginny Weasley standing there, tapping her foot, demanding attention and an answer.

            "Some boy. . ." Hermione giggled. Unlatching her necklace she placed it to the ground and smashed it with her foot. Smoke rose from it and sand pored out of it from some unknown compartment.

            "What has gotten into you? First boys?" Ginny said shocked. She blinked and looked at the broken necklace. "And now this? Why'd you break a perfectly good necklace?! And how come you're not dressed in your robes? By the way, what on earth are you wearing?!" Ginny bombarded Hermione with question after question.

            Hermione sighed. She was worn out.

            "I don't know." Replied Hermione. "I don't know. . ."

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A/N:  Yes, I know. Draco did NOT give back Hermione's wand. . .OR else I would have MENTIONED it. I do not know what else you need to know about this chapter. . .well. . .so far the Hermione that you've known in my story is really Hermione's "inner child."  The necklace is evil. . .in some ways. How is poor Hermione going to get back to her own time?!

            Well, grrrr. . .Tell me if you liked this chapter. Review Please! I sound desperate, let me rephrase that. . .I would mostly love if you shot the bull with me. Doesn't mean shooting a live bull. Nothing to do with killing anything. If you do know what it means, good for you! If you don't. . .I'm sorry you are out of luck until next time.

ADD: (random) Did anybody watch the Peter Pan movie?? Gosh, I hated the part where they go and say, "I do believe in fairies, I do, I do." Etc, etc. That just ruined the whole film! And for those people who think it's too babyish to see a child's movie, for shame. Peter Pan is a classic, and that's that.

                                    ~Angel of Rage~