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: Sadie Hawkins dances suck. I hate making the first move. I hate Valentine 's Day too(not really. I love candy. . .and when I have a boyfriend during this holdiday. . .and Valentine cards), but I DON'T HAVE A BOYFRIEND ANYMORE! Wah! I don't get to go to the dance either to top things off too. It sucks monkey balls. I still love. . .him though(a new person, who I have no guts on asking to a stupid high school dance!) Lol. Happy early Valentine's Day people! I'm not going update until Valentine is over, so read this chapter and then re-read it. And then REVIEW!. I know I'm being a butthead and trying to make you people do something you probably don't want to do. You don't need too do anything. But it would really cheer me up.

(Gosh that was a very long a/n. I'm really sorry if you don't like reading a/ns. Next time just skip it, if you can't stand me. ^_^ )

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          "What?! Am I that bad?" He smirked and shut her mouth with his. . .

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Chapter Fourteen: Time to figure things out

          That was it. Hermione was lost in the sensation, of feeling. And gosh, his mouth, his perfect mouth. It was like drowning in heaven. It was too good to be true. She felt his tongue slide over hers as they both tried to fight for dominance in the kiss. Draco pushed her against a wall she didn't know had been there. *It hadn't. . .looks like we're back in Hogwarts. Damn.*

          She had to end it. Hermione was getting a little freaked out on what was happening to her perfect world. . .it was falling apart. Nothing like this had ever happened in her life. Yes, she did have kissing affairs, but nothing, nothing had ever felt like this. . .this. . .she couldn't place the feeling. It was too confusing.

          Pushing against rock hard muscles, she tried to shove the man off of her. She heard him groan in protest and felt his tongue penetrate her mouth again with an onslaught of slick pleasure. Hermione tried again and this time she succeeded. Draco seemed too weak to try and stop her. He just looked at her with sullen eyes and a pout on his wonderful formed mouth.

          Not being able to help herself, she leaned back into his arms and started to suck on his bottom lip. His eyes faded to a faint hue of grey and unfocused on her face. He groaned again, and tried to snuggle into her. Helplessly, Hermione regretted both starting another round of an odd feeling she wasn't used to and ending it.

          Draco cupped her cheek and gasped, "What are you doing to me? You start and then push me away. I'm not sure what you're thinking. . ."

          Hermione couldn't help but laugh a little. Her breathing pattern was irregular from normal breathing. "We need to stop. I can't think. How did I get here? And where are we?"

          "We were at the tower. . ." Draco paused and looked around. "Holy shit! What the hell?!?"

          "Looks like we're in a common room. . .it's the—"

          "It's the Slytherin Common room. I recognized the colors and the mascot." He finished and his head flicked in the direction of the banner over the fireplace. "I think we've somehow time hopped, or something."

          Hermione's eyes widened when everything struck her. It somewhat made sense. She looked down at her body to make sure it was true. First she saw her necklace sparkling again, then she saw she still had her adult form of her body. She took a look at Draco next. He wore around his ring finger a platinum ring. *He's married to Pansy. . .Oh no. I'm in my adult form in the past and so is he!*

          "Draco. . .I don't think we're in Kansas anymore. . ." She muttered trying to be a tad bit funny in this crazy situation.

          "You insane?" His voice raised a level in loudness. She knew he was panicking, she felt it.

          "Welcome! Welcome! Welcome!" A voice cackled and echoed off the walls. "The fun has just begun! Voldemort maybe dead, but my minions live on. Welcome, welcome, welcome, back to hell. The dark mark lives on."

          It faded and the two of them stood in silence with their mouths hanging open. They were both shaking in fear of the voice. Hermione grabbed hold of Draco and he put his arms around her. They both found comfort in each other's arms.

          They broke apart when two figures burst into the room. The figures both had a look of terror plastered on their faces.

          "D-d-d-raco! What are you doing here?" One figure asked, stuttering.

          Draco squinted at the two of the figures, before he chose to answer the figure. "More like what are you two doing here. . .I thought you guys died. . .during the war." Draco pulled out his wand and pointed it at the two figures. "Who the hell are you really? I'll give you three seconds before I destroy both of you."

          "Draco! Wait! When did we ever die? Nay, it is I, Crabbe, and this here is Goyle. It's been a long time since the two of us have seen a familiar face. . ." Crabbe faltered and stared at Hermione a little confused.

          "What's a mudblood doing in the common room of SYLTHERIN??!?" Goyle finished, shouting. "Hell and we already have to deal with the ghost—"

          Hermione put a hand up and stopped Goyle from saying anything else. "You said. . ." Facing Crabbe she looked into his face. Fear was written all over it. ". . .You said, that you guys haven't seen a familiar face for a long time, why is that?"

          Crabbe looked around suddenly shy. Hermione wondered why. "Well, you see, it seems like we're in this shadow realm. And I do take that back, where we haven't seen a familiar face in a long time. You see, we have seen familiar faces, but not grown up ones. It really seems like we're stuck in some past of ours—"

          Goyle shoved him, hard. "We still want to know why a mudblood like yourself is in this common room."

          Hermione laughed and pulled out a sheet of paper. On it read her parent's names. She handed it to Goyle, who passed it to Crabbe. Goyle frowned. *They've gotten smart it seems.* She thought with a wry smile.

          "These people worked for He-who-must-not-be-named." Goyle muttered. "Who are they to you?"

          Giggling she looked the two boys in their eyes. "Those were my parents."

          Their mouths dropped open, but shut again. "Huh. Draco, we've got to show you something." Goyle said not addressing her anymore. Hermione rolled her eyes. She wasn't going to follow them, she concluded. She was going to go and explore on her own.

          She watched as the three boys filed out of the common room, of course she followed. But as they rounded a corner of the hallway, she slipped off on her own in the opposite direction. Hermione ran down some corridors and passed the library. Heart pounding she slid to a halt in front of the picture of a fairy. It was the entrance to the Head Boy and Head Girl dorm. She knocked. . .but heard no sound. She knocked again, nothing. *That's odd.*

          "Honey? Is that you?" A meek woman's voice whispered. Hermione turned and saw. . .her mother.

          "M-m-mother?" She stuttered and opened her arms wide. Her mother came into them with a little sniff. "What are you doing here?!"

          "I don't know. Your father and I have been wondering the same thing. We've been here oh so long, now. And we can't get out. We can't get out!" She screamed and  burst into tears.

          "Calm down, shh. . .shhh. . ." Hermione patted her mother's back. Things were getting out of hand, she realized. And she had to end it soon enough. "Do you know where Dumbledore's office is?"

          "No." Her mother's replied came out very weak.

          "The library then?"

          "Yes. Why?"

          Hermione muttered something to herself before she chose to reply her mother. "Just go and stay there and read a book."

          "Alright honey. What are you going to be doing? I really don't want you wandering the halls when that ghost is about."

          It was the second time she had heard somebody mention a ghost. She thought back when she had been going to the school. Ghost. . . "Don't worry. It's about time somebody went off and found out what's going on. It's ghost hunting time. . ." She stopped talking, realizing her mistake. Her mother burst into tears again and started to walk off.

          "It's all my fault. My fault. My fault." She heard her mother say over and over until she disappeared into the shadows.

          "Mother?" She asked the shadows waiting for a reply. "Mother?" No answer. "MOTHER?!" She shouted. Again no answer.

          Hermione leaned up against the wall and shed some tears. Shadowed figures passed by her. She looked and saw it was Harry and Ron, only younger. They were both laughing together, happily.

          She tried to tap Harry on the shoulder, but her hand just went right through him. Then Hermione tried to shake Ron. He just kept on walking. They both hadn't noticed her. It was as if she wasn't there. *But I am.*

          "Ron? Harry?" She asked, a little scared.

          They turned when she said their names. They looked about looking for her. *THEY CAN HEAR ME!!!!* They shrugged and started to walk again.

          "RON! HARRY!" Hermione shouted. Both boys stopped in their tracks, scared. "No, no, no, don't be scared. It's me, Hermione." She told them.

          "Are you wearing Harry's invisibility cloak?" Ron asked testily. "I thought you were out cold the last time, in the Hospital Wing."

          Hermione stopped, breathing hard. She didn't know what to do. "I guess I was. Draco came and picked me up. Then. . .this happened. And I'm not using Harry's cloak. And I didn't do a spell. Draco is like me to. So is my mother, Crabbe and Goyle and who knows who else. You guys can't see me, and I can't touch you. My hand passes right through you guys. Help me. . .I'm scared. Real scared."

          "You should be. . .you should be." She heard a voice say. Hermione shivered.

          "Then come on! Follow us! We can go to Dumbledore to ask for help. He should know what to do." Harry said with a laugh. He motioned her to follow him, even though he didn't see her. It was comforting.

          All three of them sprinted off in the direction of Dumbledore's office, unawares that they were being followed. Followed by a green shadow. It glowed and cackled evilly. But it to, was unawares that it was being followed. Followed by three other figures, in black cloaks.

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a/n: There we go. I'm done with this chapter. Hope you enjoyed it!