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: Well! Thank you all who read this story and reviewed so far. I'm just going to say, I love all the stuff that everybody is saying. It's very enjoyable to read and to hear from you people. I'm just wanted to say, I've got to end this story sometime. So, read this story while you can, because I believe I'm ending it at chapter 20. (if not, lucky for you people) I'll start another story after I finish this one. So, if you're a fan of reading this story I'm guessing you'll like the next one I start. Maybe I'll just start more that one. I wonder how that would work out. Only one way to find out. Teha. Hmm. . .I'll just start more than one. I also think I'm going to branch out on what I write. . .like in the topics. I'll just need to get the motivation, which I hardly have. I'm just surprised that I've lasted so long in this story writing. I'm glad I'm doing you people that read my story a favor by writing it.

Last time:

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                   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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Chapter Fifteen:

          The trio arrived at Dumbledore's office in a jiffy. Both Harry and Ron seemed to be out of breath, but Hermione guessed it was because they actually were made out of matter and she wasn't, at the moment.

          "Does anybody know the password?" A breathless Ron asked hopefully.

          Harry shook his head and then tried the past passwords that they had used. "Jellybeans, Wintergreens, Fruit drops. . .I don't think I know the password anymore." He said defeated. "Hermione why don't you try it out. Can you pass through the door? If you can, you can open it from the inside."

          Hermione looked at the door and then at her friends who were starring through her. "I'll try." She whispered. "I'll try."

          She floated towards the door and was hesitant on putting her hand through it. Hermione felt coldness and then, her hand passed through the door. Testily she floated through the rest of the door. She had made it! Looking around she looked for anything, anything at all to open the door. Her eyes focused on a lever that said, "Pull me." She reached for it, expecting it to be just like any other thing that she couldn't touch; what surprised her was that her hand grabbed around a solid object. *This can't be true. . .*

          Hermione pulled the lever and the door swung open and she found herself standing in front of two flabbergasted, bound and tied friends. A green ghost figurine floated behind them. It had an evil smile and around it stunk of rotting animals.

          "Hermione, dear, we meet again. I was wondering when you would arrive. These two runts here I'm guessing are your. . .friends. Dear, dear, friends. Would you do anything to save them?"

          "Who are you?" She snarled, angrily.

          It cackled and it shook the room. The ground rumbled under Hermione, so she fell to the floor. Hermione got up again, but this time wary of what was to happen. "I am the future tense of your should be lover. I have been waiting, scheming, killing, for this day. But why? Why? I hated everything about you. You hated me. Why you? Why now? Tell me? So, I may leave in peace and kill you, so my past tense and present may never learn what you could or will offer."

          Hermione stared at the ghost. "I don't know what you're talking about. I don't love you. I don't even know who you are. Fuck you! Let my friends go." She spat and lunged towards the ghost, who just dogged her attempt and dragged her friends by invisible cords. Her friends grabbed their necks and started to choke and cough.

          "I would be careful. We don't want your friends to die on you, do we? Your precious friends, friends that can not be lost or else they will no more exist  in the dimensions of time." The ghost whispered. It floated gently towards Hermione. She shuddered when it stopped in front of her. *Draco.* That's all that could come to her mind. It seemed to be now haunting her, these days. *Draco.* She wasn't afraid, how could she be? Out of the corner of her eye she had spotted Draco and his two old cronies in the shadows watching everything.

          "Draco. . ." Hermione choked. The ghost stopped and eyes appeared, clear blue eyes.

          "Who is this Draco. . .Draco. . .It sounds so familiar. Where did I hear that name. . .it was so long ago. . ." Muttered the ghost. "Hermione. That's the only name that's haunted me for so long. Hermione. And that's you. So, who's this Draco person that your red lips utter. Who is this DRACO?!?" It shouted, its eyes flashing dangerously. "Who is Draco???!!!??"

          Hermione was shoved up against the wall. A solid form pressed up against her. Somehow, in the process, she had closed her eyes in fear. She slowly opened them and was greeted by a blinding light. Blinking from the pain, she tried to focus on what was around her. What she saw, took her breath away. Everything was white. The walls, the floor, the ceiling. Nothing had any color noticeable except for the pure white that covered everything. Hermione looked around, but didn't notice the figure that was still pressed up to her, until it. . .snuggled up against her neck. She gasped in shock.

          "What the. . ." Hermione said. She looked over, expecting to see the hideous monster of a ghost, but was greeted a figure that oddly reminded her of. . .Draco.

          "D-d-draco? Is that you?" Hermione stuttered, fretful.

          The person that seemed to be Draco, smiled. "Do you think it's not? Why are you afraid? Greet your destiny and join me. . .join me. I've been waiting for years. Why did you not come earlier?" His voice sounded distant, but angelic.

          Hermione stared at him, shocked. Finally, she coughed out, "Y-years? H-how? W-what?"

          Draco put a finger to her mouth, to shush her. "Do you realize where you are? Or. . ." He said suddenly soberly, "or you are just not ready to be here?" He sighed and kissed her forehead gently.

          "Be where? Here is where? Where the hell am I?!" She shouted, suddenly very afraid, more afraid than she had been in years. "WHAT THE FUCK??!!"

          Draco cringed at the words she had used. Hermione wondered why. *Where am I?*

          Draco gave tight smile and hugged her. "You are not ready. . ." His eyes shimmered with tears and small droplets of water cascaded down his cheeks. "You are not ready to be here. Why have you come. . .when you have not come to join me? WHY?" He gave a pained smile and let her go. . .

          Hermione fell, fell for who knows how long. It took forever, it seemed. The endless darkness consuming her. It suddenly got cold and then colder. She kept on falling and falling.

          The silence was killing her. She couldn't take it, so she screamed. No sound was heard, just. . .the silence of nothing. Tears welled up in her eyes and she cried her soul out, but nobody was there to listen.

          Flashes of her friends, her life flew passed her eyes as she fell into the endless pit. She closed her eyes when pain pounded in her temples, she saw a violet glow and she looked down and there her necklace hung around her neck like a chain that bound her life to something. Something. . .she closed her eyes and lost conscience.

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          Burning. Hermione felt the singeing of fire. She opened her eyes and expected to be falling still, but she looked into the clear blue eyes again of the green ghost.

          "Did you think you would escape me without telling me what I want to know? Hermione. . ." It sneered and white ghostly teeth were displayed. "Now answer me! Tell me the information I wish to here. . .that I've been longing, dying to hear!"

          Squinting her eyes from the pain, she looked out and saw that the hallway was up in flames. Violet flames. *Necklace. . .*

          "Answer mine first. . ." She gasped out and then coughed from the smoke. "The necklace. Is it yours?"

          The ghost laughed. "Dear, it's mine, all mine. It's almost like a portkey and a time turner. It's both I guess. I had that store created just so you would come and shop with your little buddy of yours. Just say, I meddled with time."

          "But! I—" Hermione stopped and tried to get her breath. She felt dizzy. "I destroyed it!"

          "In one dimension of time. But not both. If you had destroyed it in both, none of this would have happened, and I would have had to wait many more centuries before I could ever do this do this again."

          "Again?!"

          "Again." It replied.

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a/n: Hmm. . .I needed to end it right there. So, sorry if you don't like such cutoffs. I do, because I like writing but then again, I really don't know where to stop. I'm sure half of the people out there who write have the problem of ending things. Haha. It also is nice because 1) it shows you I'm not done with the story. 2) you're going to have to wait until I write the next chapter.

          So love you all. ~Angel of Rage~