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: Nothing new to say, so on with the story!

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          "I'm getting a faint clue. Now, go and get me those books!!!" Hermione shouted.

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Chapter Eleven: Confused and yet, now I'm here, why now?

          Hermione sat in silence, her nose in a dusty book. Her friends were lying around her, asleep. All of them were tired of taking care of her needs that they were exhausted. Hermione just let them rest because she knew that they needed their sleep.

          She herself was dozing off, when there came a sharp wrap on her door. Her breath stilled and her heartbeat sped up.

          *Who could it be?*

          She got out of bed, careful not to disturb any of her friends. Hermione heard another wrap at her door. She quickly grabbed for her wand in her pocket and found that it was missing. . .

          "Oh well." She muttered to herself.

          Opening the door, she found Draco Malfoy standing there. He had his hands in his pockets and seemed shorter than she had remembered. He looked at her and smiled and held up her wand.

          "Missing something, Granger?" He smirked. "And how's your damn mudblood head? You ready to go to our common room or are you going to stand there like an idiot in the Hospital Wing?"

          "Hospital Wing? What the hell?" She looked behind her and she was greeted by the crisp white sheets on the beds in the Hospital Wing.

          "Yeah, the Hospital Wing. You going to faint again or something?" He asked a little worried, it seemed.

          "Faint? Where's Harry?"

          "Asleep."

          "Ginny?"

          "Asleep. Come on. I'm not allowed to retire for the night without showing the way to our common room. Or have you forgotten about that too?"

          "No." She said. "I need to go look something up in the Library."

          "Mudblood, don't make me drag you to our common room. I'm tired and I'd rather be elsewhere than with you."

          "Fine! Go and fuck yourself." Hermione shouted as she started to run down the hall. She had to finish her research. She didn't recall ever getting any of it done at her apartment in America, if there was such a place. She heard footfalls behind her so she sped up her pace, not wanting to be caught by Malfoy.

          What shocked Hermione as she reached the doors to the Library was that Draco had beaten her to it. HE stood in her way in front of the double doors. He seemed to be breathing hard, his cheeks a little flushed.

          She backed up a little. "How—when? Draco Malfoy, move out of my way."

          "No." His eyes flashed with authority. "Mudblood, you're coming with me."

          "I'm not a mudblood." She spat back.

          "Yes, you are. You're parents aren't on the list."

          Hermione stared at him. This was getting tiring. Everything, it seemed to happen in one "dimension" would happen in the other, except for the breaking of her necklace. . .

          She reached for her necklace which had been around her neck in America and found it gone.

          *What did you expect? You broke it in this "time."*

          "Yes, they are on the list. They had to be. They should have had different names before they—"

          "Just shut up. We need to go." Draco said grabbing her wrist and tugging her away from her destination.

          "No. Please? It wouldn't take me very long. You can help me get it done faster because you even know the people on the list better than I do." She pleaded.

          Ready to fight some more, Hermione was surprised when Draco nodded and let go of her wrist.

          "Fine, but only for a little bit. I really am tired. I haven't been sleeping well ever since you seemed to have awakened that ghost that has been haunting the halls of this school. Not very many other people can sleep either, who had ties with Vodemort."

          Hermione gasped at what she was hearing. Malfoy had just told her what was on his mind. Nothing he had done in the past. It left her a little speechless.

          "You mean it's haunting you?"

          "Not really. I just don't like it, now come on mudblood—err, Granger."

          It took them only a few moments to find all the information that Hermione needed at the time being. They couldn't find anything on time travel, the gemstone, or anything on the ghost though. Even Draco acted decent with her and seemed a little disappointed when they couldn't find what she was looking for. There were no arguments, but there was plenty of laughter and very advanced conversations, which Hermione was still trying to get out of her system because she had experienced it with "Draco" of all people!

          So now, Hermione thought this all over in her head as she stared at there ceiling in their common room on a couch. The ceiling had wonderful clouds that swirled and twirled with different colors and light splashed here and there as if it were a setting sky. It was beautiful to look at for one with a troubled mind. She probably could lie there forever looking into it.

          Draco had already gone to bed and even had told her, "Goodnight." She wondered how this could ever have happened. It was too non-real to be true. Yet, it had happened, which still had Hermione's head spinning in confusion. She sighed. She didn't know what to think anymore. One moment she was in the present and the next she was reliving her old life. It was almost like a chess board. One move had its outcomes, and another had its. So, that would mean, a wrong move could leave in a stalemate, or even worse. . .a checkmate. What would happen then? Hermione shuddered.

          *Malfoy worries me the most. He's nice to me nowadays sometimes and other times it seems like the Malfoy I know.*

          She shivered when she thought of her and Draco laughing together like old friends. Hermione sighed again and looked at the small piece of parchment in her hand. On it, she had written down two names that Draco and she had thought were her parent's names.

Audrey Bird

And

Brandon Rooney

          *Her parents.* She thought. *Did they have hide the fact that they were part of He-who-must-be-not-be-named's army? She could have lived a different life. . .*

          Hermione thought about this and drifted to sleep. Seconds later, the clock stuck 12 and all was well. Well enough that nothing stirred, nothing moved, nothing existed, time was frozen in that glitch of a semi-second. Then it happened, it happened for a second time, another glitch that wasn't supposed to happen.  And time clashed horribly, mixing the dates, the people, the problems, the wars that had not begun and wars that had.

          Hermione sat up, scared for the very first time it seemed. Her head pounded from the nightmare she was having. Time had frozen in her dream and had left many dimensions gapping open. She put her hand to her chest to feel her pulse but found her necklace throbbing instead. Then, two large eyes stared at her from the darkness and she found herself screaming and then being gagged by small hands. . .

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A/N: Was that chapter confusing? I hope it wasn't. . .and I might not update until exams are over. . .I need to study. I can't fail, or else I'm in deep trouble. I'll see what I have time for. Till then!

                             Love always,

                                      ~Angel of Rage~