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Chapter 12
Despite Hermione's fervent efforts to keep any rumors from spreading, they spread around the school like wild fire. They were the craziest rumors that had been graced by the halls and corridors yet, so they, naturally, spread faster than the normal ones did.
Some rumors made Hermione feel bad at one time or another, but as the days went on, they got steadily worse and worse so that her only safe haven was the hospital wing, and she wasn't allowed to hide in there anymore since Madam Pomfrey had found her – it had NOT been a pretty sight.
The rumors became more frequent and as the more rumors began to fly around, the less people tried to hide their conversations from Hermione. She would be walking down the hall and people would openly point at Hermione and talk at the top of their voices, as though they wanted and needed to assure that she could hear every word that they said – like she didn't know what they were saying anyway. She had heard the rumors already.
Some were somewhat close to the truth, but students had seemed to enjoy inventing more "interesting" details to put in between, making it the most interesting story ever.
It finally got to the point that the story changed every time it was retold, and some of the rumors were very degrading, and she was now pictured as a slut of some sorts in the Hogwarts halls, and she didn't know how much longer she would be able to take the treatment without losing the last bits of confidence she had had in herself.
Her first order of business was to wring Draco's neck, which was then to be followed by wringing Draco's neck, which was topped off with a shower of curses to the vital parts of his body – head, feet, etc.
Her mind was thinking about every curse, spell and hex that could and would cause him pain, and she was mentally making a list, trying to see if there were enough to curse and hex every part of his body so that he would lie, writhing in pain, and maybe he would understand how she felt.
Hermione continued storming down the hall as she imagined (with much satisfaction) his head exploding and spilling what little brains he had on all of the Slytherins that were crowded around him at all times, like twittering birds that were practice targets.
Hermione was visibly steaming with the ultimate form of anger by the time that she had found the huge gang of Slytherins that were congregating by the third floor entrance to the dungeons, and she doubted that she could be any madder than she was right now as she watched them with grim satisfaction on her face when she remembered her hexes.
She thought she had been mad before, but everything became worse when she rounded a corner and saw the sight in front of her.
When she saw Malfoy laughing over something hysterically with the group of Slytherin bimbos and losers around him, acting out something, though she couldn't see what they were actually doing and acting out, she was sure that she had hit the root of all of her problems. Draco "Imma Jerk" Malfoy.
She stormed over toward him with her robes swirling around her like they do in the horror movies before the hooded figure kills the unsuspecting child and leaves the scene without a trace, and was about to grab his shoulder when someone grabbed her own and began cooing in her ear.
Hermione turned around and came face to face with a rather short and annoying, bubbly blonde girl that reminded her strongly of the portrait to the Advanced Transfiguration classroom.
"Isn't he a total hottie?" the girl squealed, and Hermione tried hard not to wrinkle her nose at the thought of Malfoy being a hottie. He was somewhat good looking, but FAR from a hottie.
"Um. . ." Hermione said, hoping the girl would leave her alone, but the girl continued swooning and cooing until Hermione wanted to strangle her.
"Isn't his face like a FLOWER?!" the girl continued as though Hermione didn't exist except for the sole purpose of listening to her talk.
"Yes." Hermione said dryly. "It's like a flower. A cauliflower."
"I MEAN, I never thought that YOU would do THAT with Him, but, I completely understand, I just wish it had been me there with him. . ." the girl trailed off and Hermione had a good feeling that she knew what the girl was thinking.
"HEY!" She yelled after her, but the girl didn't turn around or make any motion to show that she had heard Hermione.
"I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING WITH HIM! I HATE HIM!" Hermione whipped around as she heard giggling and guffaws behind her, and Malfoy seemed to be having the time of his life watching Hermione suffer. Hermione lost her control around him again and strode toward him, her wand outstretched.
"I'll kill you." She whispered as she advanced on him, her wand still pointing at her chest, her eyes blazing with anger, and there was the slightest look of fear of Malfoy's face at the sight of Hermione's wand, but he hid it momentarily and left her wondering whether she had imagined it, or if it had been real.
"I'll never be afraid of a Mudblood." He said, and his friends sneered at her, but all she noticed was Malfoy.
"I want you to STOP these rumors." She said, her wand aimed between his eyes and was resting on the top of his nose, and he was looking at it in a cross-eyed fashion, which made him look rather silly.
"Aww, but Mudblood, it was raising your reputation. People think HIGHLY of you." He said, his sneer broadening to a large smirk that she felt the urge to rip off of his face completely.
She opened her mouth to say something when another Slytherin decided that they should voice their opinion too.
"Mudblood," they said, putting heavy emphasis on the MUD part of the word. "Don't you see how much more people will think of you if they think that Draco Malfoy likes you?"
"He's right, Mudblood." Malfoy said, nodding his approval and his face made Hermione seethe with anger and suppressed rage. Narrowing her eyes, she glared at Malfoy through slits.
"Dammit, Malfoy, STOP them." She said, her voice in a dull whisper, and he rolled his eyes at her and gave he a look of pity.
"But the next time you'll meet someone like me –" he began, but Hermione had already cut in with her snappy comeback, and when she later reflected on it, she was quite happy with her comeback as well.
"The next time I meet someone like YOU, it will have to be in a horrible nightmare." Hermione said and she sneered right back at him. She hated him more than anything at the moment.
Yet, she couldn't stop thinking about him . . .
Slapping herself mentally she turned to storm away in a huff before she lost what dignity she might have still possessed, and sighed when she heard Malfoy yelling after her.
"See you in Advanced Transfiguration, Sweetie!" he said in a sugar- coated voice that made Hermione's hairs stand on end and gave her goose bumps.
Did he just call her sweetie?
Unwanted memories of their kiss flooded back to her mind as she once again tried to force her brain to believe that it had been an accident. Nothing had REALLY happened, it was just a freak accident because they were both thinking about other things and NOTHING was GOING to happen. Ever. Period.
~+~
By the time Advanced Transfiguration rolled around, she had completely forgotten what had happened earlier that day, but Malfoy wasn't going to let her be blissfully unaware of that morning for long, now, was he?
Today in class they were still trying to force the incompetent students, which were supposed to have the highest grades in their houses, to do the spell that would help them find which animal they were to transfigure into.
Hermione was beginning to have her doubts whether they would actually be able to transfigure them selves. None of the other students seemed to be able to use the spell, and she felt that she wouldn't have been able if it hadn't been for Malfoy.
Why had he been able to use the spell and she couldn't use it without his help? Was he really THAT powerful? Was he more powerful than Hermione was, because she knew that her magic was not weak by any means. He had been able to conjure the spell, so did that mean that his magic was more powerful than what everyone had thought? And if it was, why didn't he get higher marks?
Hermione ducked and was missed by inches. Someone had managed to throw their wand, which was on fire, toward her head, and when she looked over, she saw that they were a little preoccupied, because their robes were on fire.
Hermione was beginning to doubt everything that she had thought she knew about Malfoy. Perhaps there was something to him besides snide remarks and psychotic nicknames. Maybe he had the potential to be someone that she had completely overlooked before.
Hermione sat back and rested her head on her hand while she watched people accidentally hexing other people in the room, and she laughed to herself as she had mental images of things that she had seen that reminded her of what was right in front of her eyes and her thoughts slowly drifted to Malfoy, then to Harry and Ron. She didn't remember falling asleep.
~+~
A snake was winding through the grass, flinging its body sideways, its scales turning from silver to red and then back again, its eyes flashing brilliant pink, then receding back to grey.
It turned and slithered sideways, and it began to grow . . .
It was as big as a horse . . .
Legs and wings were sprouting . . .
A dragon sat where the snake had been and a long torrent of flames issued from its open mouth. . .
The dragon lumbered down the grass and began to stumble. It fell, landing on four legs . . .
The large figure began to shrink . . .
The wings dwindled and the form began to melt away like a mass of clay, leaving a smaller figure where it had been.
A small lizard whisked its tongue out from under its large head, the eyes bulged and the tail became curly, then straight. . .
The lizard went up in smoke and flames, and a small phoenix was born from the ashes, although it grew far too fast to be a normal phoenix.
The phoenix's tail started turning to fur, and the wings turned to legs.
The whole form was becoming another creature . . .
Shifting and molding the tumultuous mass into another creature of immense beauty and wonder . . .
Left there in the grass, now scorched and trampled, was a small golden fox, but the fur appeared to have green grass stains.
The stains were spreading through the whole fox, turning the whole thing green from tail to head. . .
The fox howled and then mewed, and a cat was standing there, the cat was Crookshanks, Hermione was sure, because it had the same fur that covered the body, yet there was something completely different about it . . .
The cat was swallowed up by the ground and Hermione could subconsciously see the trampled and burnt grass appeared to spell something.
She climbed a tree, and when she looked down at it she saw two letters that were intertwined.
D and H.
She didn't remember anything after that as she drifted away . . .
Glorious sleep . . .
~+~
Three classes into the second term and everyone could now almost perform the mediocre versions of the charm, so they could finally continue on in their Advanced Transfiguration classes.
Sighing, Hermione pulled out her wand and muttered the charm, not expecting anything to happen because nothing had happened before that she could use to help her figure out what animal she wanted to be.
"Anamagaii conjunctus mancy." Hermione muttered as she waved her wand, and she let a small gasp escape her lips despite what she was telling her mouth to do.
Three smoky figures had appeared in front of her, and she looked around as though she was expecting someone else to notice them as well, but she noticed that nobody else seemed to be aware of their presence in the room, so Hermione turned back to them and looked closer at them.
There were three animal-like figures, but at first she couldn't distinguish what they were, and another gasp, this time more audible, escaped her lips when she realized what the animals were.
There, in front of her, were a cat, a golden fox, and a phoenix, all dancing around in front of her, and (she didn't know why she did) when she glanced at Malfoy she saw a similar look of horror written across his face too.
Shaking the thought from her mind, she went back to staring at the smoky figures in front of her, and she wondered why they were so familiar, then it hit her like a ton of bricks.
These were the animals from her dreams, which meant. . .
Malfoy must have had the three animals that were with her animals in the dream.
Had she been more concerned with what she was thinking, she probably would have wondered why it was Draco's animals that were in the dream with hers and not anyone else's, but, seeing as she was slightly panicking, she didn't think anything completely logical.
Blindly, Hermione walked toward Malfoy and sat down next to him, completely ignoring how suspicious or odd this would look, and she turned to face him, noticing blandly that he seemed almost as shocked as she was.
"Malf –" she stopped in the middle of calling him by his last name because it didn't make any sense anyway.
"Draco," She corrected and the she went on. "are your animals. . . a snake, dragon and . . ." Hermione seemed almost reluctant to finish her sentence, afraid that her fears, although she didn't know what they were, would be returned.
"And. . ." she said, still reluctant to say it.
"A lizard." They both said at the same time, and they both stared at each other, completely oblivious to the fact that everyone in the room was staring at them. Both of them were utterly bewildered.
"I had a dream. . ." Hermione said, trying to feebly explain how she knew, but trailing off after four words.
"Me too . . ." he whispered back, and Hermione felt something like an electric shock run through her. Had he had the SAME dreams as her?
"First I dreamed about the cat and your snake. . ." Hermione started, and she trailed off again, her eyes still locked with Malfoy's.
"And the snake was around the cat's paw. . ." Malfoy continued.
"But the colors in some things weren't right. . ." Hermione said, remembering how the colors of various things during the dreams had reflected the curses that they had put on each other before.
"They were like the curses. . ." Malfoy said, his hand absentmindedly touching his hair, and despite herself, Hermione gasped.
"But then I had the dream about the golden fox." Hermione said, trying to prove that he hadn't had the same dreams as her. She was desperate to prove that none of this was possible, but even as she thought, she could feel herself losing the argument and any belief in her thoughts as they stood.
"And I was a dragon." Malfoy said, his voice quieter than Hermione had ever imagined that it could be. Both of them were shell-shocked, and if they hadn't been, so surprised by what they were discovering, they would have never been this normal around each other. No insults had flown yet, which was a miracle.
"And then the phoenix. . ." Hermione said, still holding the thread of hope that he wouldn't be able to finish this sentence, but not believing it in the least.
"And the lizard." He said, and Hermione felt her eyes widen. They HAD to have had the same dreams - that was the only way that you could explain what had just happened.
The room was deadly silent.
Malfoy and Hermione stared at each other, each willing the other to move, but showing no signs of anything other that pure astonishment and mystification. Something wasn't right. How could they both have had the same dreams?
Professor McGonagall was, understandably, the first person recover from the shock of the things that happened moments before.
"Granger, Malfoy, to the headmaster's office."
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Chapter 12
Despite Hermione's fervent efforts to keep any rumors from spreading, they spread around the school like wild fire. They were the craziest rumors that had been graced by the halls and corridors yet, so they, naturally, spread faster than the normal ones did.
Some rumors made Hermione feel bad at one time or another, but as the days went on, they got steadily worse and worse so that her only safe haven was the hospital wing, and she wasn't allowed to hide in there anymore since Madam Pomfrey had found her – it had NOT been a pretty sight.
The rumors became more frequent and as the more rumors began to fly around, the less people tried to hide their conversations from Hermione. She would be walking down the hall and people would openly point at Hermione and talk at the top of their voices, as though they wanted and needed to assure that she could hear every word that they said – like she didn't know what they were saying anyway. She had heard the rumors already.
Some were somewhat close to the truth, but students had seemed to enjoy inventing more "interesting" details to put in between, making it the most interesting story ever.
It finally got to the point that the story changed every time it was retold, and some of the rumors were very degrading, and she was now pictured as a slut of some sorts in the Hogwarts halls, and she didn't know how much longer she would be able to take the treatment without losing the last bits of confidence she had had in herself.
Her first order of business was to wring Draco's neck, which was then to be followed by wringing Draco's neck, which was topped off with a shower of curses to the vital parts of his body – head, feet, etc.
Her mind was thinking about every curse, spell and hex that could and would cause him pain, and she was mentally making a list, trying to see if there were enough to curse and hex every part of his body so that he would lie, writhing in pain, and maybe he would understand how she felt.
Hermione continued storming down the hall as she imagined (with much satisfaction) his head exploding and spilling what little brains he had on all of the Slytherins that were crowded around him at all times, like twittering birds that were practice targets.
Hermione was visibly steaming with the ultimate form of anger by the time that she had found the huge gang of Slytherins that were congregating by the third floor entrance to the dungeons, and she doubted that she could be any madder than she was right now as she watched them with grim satisfaction on her face when she remembered her hexes.
She thought she had been mad before, but everything became worse when she rounded a corner and saw the sight in front of her.
When she saw Malfoy laughing over something hysterically with the group of Slytherin bimbos and losers around him, acting out something, though she couldn't see what they were actually doing and acting out, she was sure that she had hit the root of all of her problems. Draco "Imma Jerk" Malfoy.
She stormed over toward him with her robes swirling around her like they do in the horror movies before the hooded figure kills the unsuspecting child and leaves the scene without a trace, and was about to grab his shoulder when someone grabbed her own and began cooing in her ear.
Hermione turned around and came face to face with a rather short and annoying, bubbly blonde girl that reminded her strongly of the portrait to the Advanced Transfiguration classroom.
"Isn't he a total hottie?" the girl squealed, and Hermione tried hard not to wrinkle her nose at the thought of Malfoy being a hottie. He was somewhat good looking, but FAR from a hottie.
"Um. . ." Hermione said, hoping the girl would leave her alone, but the girl continued swooning and cooing until Hermione wanted to strangle her.
"Isn't his face like a FLOWER?!" the girl continued as though Hermione didn't exist except for the sole purpose of listening to her talk.
"Yes." Hermione said dryly. "It's like a flower. A cauliflower."
"I MEAN, I never thought that YOU would do THAT with Him, but, I completely understand, I just wish it had been me there with him. . ." the girl trailed off and Hermione had a good feeling that she knew what the girl was thinking.
"HEY!" She yelled after her, but the girl didn't turn around or make any motion to show that she had heard Hermione.
"I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING WITH HIM! I HATE HIM!" Hermione whipped around as she heard giggling and guffaws behind her, and Malfoy seemed to be having the time of his life watching Hermione suffer. Hermione lost her control around him again and strode toward him, her wand outstretched.
"I'll kill you." She whispered as she advanced on him, her wand still pointing at her chest, her eyes blazing with anger, and there was the slightest look of fear of Malfoy's face at the sight of Hermione's wand, but he hid it momentarily and left her wondering whether she had imagined it, or if it had been real.
"I'll never be afraid of a Mudblood." He said, and his friends sneered at her, but all she noticed was Malfoy.
"I want you to STOP these rumors." She said, her wand aimed between his eyes and was resting on the top of his nose, and he was looking at it in a cross-eyed fashion, which made him look rather silly.
"Aww, but Mudblood, it was raising your reputation. People think HIGHLY of you." He said, his sneer broadening to a large smirk that she felt the urge to rip off of his face completely.
She opened her mouth to say something when another Slytherin decided that they should voice their opinion too.
"Mudblood," they said, putting heavy emphasis on the MUD part of the word. "Don't you see how much more people will think of you if they think that Draco Malfoy likes you?"
"He's right, Mudblood." Malfoy said, nodding his approval and his face made Hermione seethe with anger and suppressed rage. Narrowing her eyes, she glared at Malfoy through slits.
"Dammit, Malfoy, STOP them." She said, her voice in a dull whisper, and he rolled his eyes at her and gave he a look of pity.
"But the next time you'll meet someone like me –" he began, but Hermione had already cut in with her snappy comeback, and when she later reflected on it, she was quite happy with her comeback as well.
"The next time I meet someone like YOU, it will have to be in a horrible nightmare." Hermione said and she sneered right back at him. She hated him more than anything at the moment.
Yet, she couldn't stop thinking about him . . .
Slapping herself mentally she turned to storm away in a huff before she lost what dignity she might have still possessed, and sighed when she heard Malfoy yelling after her.
"See you in Advanced Transfiguration, Sweetie!" he said in a sugar- coated voice that made Hermione's hairs stand on end and gave her goose bumps.
Did he just call her sweetie?
Unwanted memories of their kiss flooded back to her mind as she once again tried to force her brain to believe that it had been an accident. Nothing had REALLY happened, it was just a freak accident because they were both thinking about other things and NOTHING was GOING to happen. Ever. Period.
~+~
By the time Advanced Transfiguration rolled around, she had completely forgotten what had happened earlier that day, but Malfoy wasn't going to let her be blissfully unaware of that morning for long, now, was he?
Today in class they were still trying to force the incompetent students, which were supposed to have the highest grades in their houses, to do the spell that would help them find which animal they were to transfigure into.
Hermione was beginning to have her doubts whether they would actually be able to transfigure them selves. None of the other students seemed to be able to use the spell, and she felt that she wouldn't have been able if it hadn't been for Malfoy.
Why had he been able to use the spell and she couldn't use it without his help? Was he really THAT powerful? Was he more powerful than Hermione was, because she knew that her magic was not weak by any means. He had been able to conjure the spell, so did that mean that his magic was more powerful than what everyone had thought? And if it was, why didn't he get higher marks?
Hermione ducked and was missed by inches. Someone had managed to throw their wand, which was on fire, toward her head, and when she looked over, she saw that they were a little preoccupied, because their robes were on fire.
Hermione was beginning to doubt everything that she had thought she knew about Malfoy. Perhaps there was something to him besides snide remarks and psychotic nicknames. Maybe he had the potential to be someone that she had completely overlooked before.
Hermione sat back and rested her head on her hand while she watched people accidentally hexing other people in the room, and she laughed to herself as she had mental images of things that she had seen that reminded her of what was right in front of her eyes and her thoughts slowly drifted to Malfoy, then to Harry and Ron. She didn't remember falling asleep.
~+~
A snake was winding through the grass, flinging its body sideways, its scales turning from silver to red and then back again, its eyes flashing brilliant pink, then receding back to grey.
It turned and slithered sideways, and it began to grow . . .
It was as big as a horse . . .
Legs and wings were sprouting . . .
A dragon sat where the snake had been and a long torrent of flames issued from its open mouth. . .
The dragon lumbered down the grass and began to stumble. It fell, landing on four legs . . .
The large figure began to shrink . . .
The wings dwindled and the form began to melt away like a mass of clay, leaving a smaller figure where it had been.
A small lizard whisked its tongue out from under its large head, the eyes bulged and the tail became curly, then straight. . .
The lizard went up in smoke and flames, and a small phoenix was born from the ashes, although it grew far too fast to be a normal phoenix.
The phoenix's tail started turning to fur, and the wings turned to legs.
The whole form was becoming another creature . . .
Shifting and molding the tumultuous mass into another creature of immense beauty and wonder . . .
Left there in the grass, now scorched and trampled, was a small golden fox, but the fur appeared to have green grass stains.
The stains were spreading through the whole fox, turning the whole thing green from tail to head. . .
The fox howled and then mewed, and a cat was standing there, the cat was Crookshanks, Hermione was sure, because it had the same fur that covered the body, yet there was something completely different about it . . .
The cat was swallowed up by the ground and Hermione could subconsciously see the trampled and burnt grass appeared to spell something.
She climbed a tree, and when she looked down at it she saw two letters that were intertwined.
D and H.
She didn't remember anything after that as she drifted away . . .
Glorious sleep . . .
~+~
Three classes into the second term and everyone could now almost perform the mediocre versions of the charm, so they could finally continue on in their Advanced Transfiguration classes.
Sighing, Hermione pulled out her wand and muttered the charm, not expecting anything to happen because nothing had happened before that she could use to help her figure out what animal she wanted to be.
"Anamagaii conjunctus mancy." Hermione muttered as she waved her wand, and she let a small gasp escape her lips despite what she was telling her mouth to do.
Three smoky figures had appeared in front of her, and she looked around as though she was expecting someone else to notice them as well, but she noticed that nobody else seemed to be aware of their presence in the room, so Hermione turned back to them and looked closer at them.
There were three animal-like figures, but at first she couldn't distinguish what they were, and another gasp, this time more audible, escaped her lips when she realized what the animals were.
There, in front of her, were a cat, a golden fox, and a phoenix, all dancing around in front of her, and (she didn't know why she did) when she glanced at Malfoy she saw a similar look of horror written across his face too.
Shaking the thought from her mind, she went back to staring at the smoky figures in front of her, and she wondered why they were so familiar, then it hit her like a ton of bricks.
These were the animals from her dreams, which meant. . .
Malfoy must have had the three animals that were with her animals in the dream.
Had she been more concerned with what she was thinking, she probably would have wondered why it was Draco's animals that were in the dream with hers and not anyone else's, but, seeing as she was slightly panicking, she didn't think anything completely logical.
Blindly, Hermione walked toward Malfoy and sat down next to him, completely ignoring how suspicious or odd this would look, and she turned to face him, noticing blandly that he seemed almost as shocked as she was.
"Malf –" she stopped in the middle of calling him by his last name because it didn't make any sense anyway.
"Draco," She corrected and the she went on. "are your animals. . . a snake, dragon and . . ." Hermione seemed almost reluctant to finish her sentence, afraid that her fears, although she didn't know what they were, would be returned.
"And. . ." she said, still reluctant to say it.
"A lizard." They both said at the same time, and they both stared at each other, completely oblivious to the fact that everyone in the room was staring at them. Both of them were utterly bewildered.
"I had a dream. . ." Hermione said, trying to feebly explain how she knew, but trailing off after four words.
"Me too . . ." he whispered back, and Hermione felt something like an electric shock run through her. Had he had the SAME dreams as her?
"First I dreamed about the cat and your snake. . ." Hermione started, and she trailed off again, her eyes still locked with Malfoy's.
"And the snake was around the cat's paw. . ." Malfoy continued.
"But the colors in some things weren't right. . ." Hermione said, remembering how the colors of various things during the dreams had reflected the curses that they had put on each other before.
"They were like the curses. . ." Malfoy said, his hand absentmindedly touching his hair, and despite herself, Hermione gasped.
"But then I had the dream about the golden fox." Hermione said, trying to prove that he hadn't had the same dreams as her. She was desperate to prove that none of this was possible, but even as she thought, she could feel herself losing the argument and any belief in her thoughts as they stood.
"And I was a dragon." Malfoy said, his voice quieter than Hermione had ever imagined that it could be. Both of them were shell-shocked, and if they hadn't been, so surprised by what they were discovering, they would have never been this normal around each other. No insults had flown yet, which was a miracle.
"And then the phoenix. . ." Hermione said, still holding the thread of hope that he wouldn't be able to finish this sentence, but not believing it in the least.
"And the lizard." He said, and Hermione felt her eyes widen. They HAD to have had the same dreams - that was the only way that you could explain what had just happened.
The room was deadly silent.
Malfoy and Hermione stared at each other, each willing the other to move, but showing no signs of anything other that pure astonishment and mystification. Something wasn't right. How could they both have had the same dreams?
Professor McGonagall was, understandably, the first person recover from the shock of the things that happened moments before.
"Granger, Malfoy, to the headmaster's office."
A/N: Alright, so I was READY to post this a LONG time ago, yet fanfiction.net was dead, so I just now got the chance to post. Anyway. . .
Do you want this fic to only have a few more chapters, or many more chapters, because I am at a point where what happens in the next fic could make this either last a few more chapters (5 or so) or many more (ten or more!) And I don't know what the readers want – ending, or more story?
Please tell me so I can get writing.
I hope to make it to MANY (100+) reviews, and I'll post ASAP!
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