The Seventh Year Chapter 12: Automatic Girls and Confessions, a harry potter fanfic

the site was being a buttmunch, so this should have been up hours ago, but o well...here it is! and for your enjoyment, here's a quote from sean biggerstaff (oliver wood)
Q: Do you "smoke" your Twizzlers?
A: What the hell is a Twizzler? I don't listen to hip hop.

Maybe I'm just weird, but I find that funny. O well: here's chapter 11!

Chapter 11

[Previously]

Hermione lurched forward, waking up by the sound of her own ragged breathing.

She stumbled out of bed and ran into Draco's room. He too was awake, and stared at her with wide eyes as she was silhouetted against the door.

"I had another dream,"

[End]

"So did I," Draco said.

"What was yours about?" Hermione questioned as she sat at the edge of his bed. Draco sat up some more and shrugged off the sheets.

"We were outside Dumbledore's office, and we were about to get our memories erased..." Draco said. He didn't say anything about the conversation they had in the dream, deciding that might reveal too much.

"Same here, but in mine...we kissed at the end," Hermione said. She too left out the conversation.

'I don't want him to think I'm secretly pining after him or something,'

'Even though you just might be,' her inner voice replied.

'You have the worst timing you know that?'

'Eh, its part of the job description,'

"There's something weird going on here. I've heard of sharing one dream, but more than like, three? That's too much of a coincidence," Draco said.

"You're right. We should go talk to Dumbledore or another professor about this," Hermione decided. Draco just stared at her.

'Why, he might have been the cause of this...' he thought.

Just then, Hermione remembered what Dumbledore had said yesterday.

"Oh yeah! I just remembered, remember how we were talking a few months ago about the dance? Well, let's have it on Valentine's day! And let's make it a masquerade," Hermione said cheerfully, almost completely forgetting the dream already.

Draco groaned.

'Valentine's day means a date, and I do NOT want to go with Parkinson again,'

'Ask Hermione!' the little voice chimed in.

'Do you really think she'd say yes?'

'The worst thing she can do is say no'

"Oh come on, we both knew we couldn't avoid the dance forever. And quidditch season has already started. Most people will be gone for Christmas, so might as well have it on Valentine's day!"

"Fine, fine. But you sure a masquerade?"

"Yeah! It'd be really fun! We could put some masking spells so no one would know who you are unless you reveal yourself! Let's see...if my calculations are correct, Valentine's day lands on a Saturday, so that'll be perfect! Everyone can get their costumes in Hogsmeade that weekend,"

"It still better be 6th and 7th years only," Draco growled as he started pulling clothing articles out of his drawer while Hermione looked around his room and rambled on and on.

"Don't worry, it will be!"

"I'm sorry, Miss Granger, but I have to put our foot down on this one. Unless you want to plan a separate dance for first through 5th year students, we must insist that it be an all year dance," Professor McGonagall said seriously.

Hermione sighed and turned to Draco, who merely shrugged.

"Alright, an all year dance it'll be. Oh yes, Draco and I are thinking of making it a masquerade," Hermione said, cheering up at the idea.

"Another one?" McGonagall questioned, then her eyes grew wide and she looked around nervously. Hermione furrowed her brows.

"What are you talking about? We've never had a masquerade here," Hermione said.

"Yeah, unless it was before our time," Draco muttered.

"Yes, right. We had a masquerade a few years before you two came," McGonagall said. Hermione didn't like this. Her favorite teacher was standing in front of her, looking nervous and sputtering, which was quite strange for she usually spoke eloquently and thought about what she said before she said it.

"Alright then. Draco and I will continue to plan it out. We'll come back if we need any help," Hermione said quickly, pulling Draco out by the arm.

"Hey, hey! You can let go now!" Draco yelled when they were back out in the hallway, outside the empty Transfiguration classroom.

Hermione let go and quickly walked down the hall.

"Oi! Where are you going?"

"Library. We need to do some research,"

"Oh O-Hey! 'We' need to do some research? For what?" Draco whined. He didn't want to do any research his grade didn't depend on. Hermione turned around and gave him a nasty glare. She snatched his hand and dragged him behind her into the library.

Hermione took a deep breath, and put on her most brilliant smile as she approached the desk of the old librarian.

"Good morning Madam Pince," Hermione greeted.

"Good morning Miss Granger. Mister Malfoy. What can I help you two with?"

"What can you tell us about the Head Boys and Girls from the past. Like, since when have we had an annual school function?"

"Oh. Hmm. I can give you some of the school records. Although, we've only had Head-planned functions for about...13 years," Madam Pince said as she sifted through her drawers, flipping through a bunch of manila folders.

"Ahah! Here it is!" Madam Pince said in triumph as she handed the large folder to Hermione.

"Please return it as soon as your done, not like I have to tell you twice, Miss Granger," Madam Pince added with a wink. Draco rolled his eyes and silently followed Hermione out of the library and up into their tower.

Hermione slammed the folder on the table and sat down on a chair, sighing heavily. Draco sat down across from her, keeping to himself. She looked over and saw the boombox. She leaned over and pressed play. She could hear the disc skipping to life, and soon rock music started pulsing out of the speakers.

Shrink wrap your kiss in plastic love
Make my mind up when you return
I don't know what has happened to me these days
But it feels like love in the strangest ways

How much have you learned uh-oh
How much have yo-ou learned u-uh-oh
Don't fear cause when you return I'll be here
Waiting by your side, it doesn't matter dear

Hermione started nodding her head lightly as she opened the folder and passed half of it to Draco.

"What are we looking for?"

"Any records of any masquerades,"

"You're taking this way too seriously,"

"Shut up," Hermione snapped back at him.

This is end of the world so it seems
I've got automatic love for automatic girl
This is the world of the end that I see
I've got automatic guns for automatic boys
Automatic toys for automatic girls
Everything keeps the right melody
I've got a couple of killing machines

(Automatic girl, automatic girl)

Lick my lips just to hear the sound
Trash my room when you're not around
I don't know what has happened to me these days
But it feels like love in the strangest ways

Draco's ears perked up at the last stanza. He looked up and eyed Granger, who was currently scanning a thick packet titled '1997.' Did she know?

How much have we learned uh-oh
How much have we-e learned u-uh-oh
Don't fear cause when you return I'll be here
Waiting by your side, it doesn't matter dear

(Automatic girls, automatic girls, automatic girl.... automatic!)

Draco scanned over the page he was reading, he noticed he was tapping his finger in time to the music. He stifled back a snort. Muggle music wasn't that bad. Or...it won't be that bad in the future...

This is the end
This is the end
This is the end of the world so it seems
I've got automatic love for automatic girl
This is the world of the end that I see
I've got automatic guns for automatic boys
Automatic toys for automatic girls
Everything keeps the right melody
We've got a couple of killing machines

Automatic guns for automatic boys
Automatic toys for automatic girls
Everything keeps the right melody
Gotta a couple of killing machines
Couple of killin machines
Yeah, yeah

Hermione scanned down the last page of 1987 just as the song ended. The CD clicked, and a smooth techno beat started up. But Hermione slammed her finger down on the power button, and looked up frantically at Draco.

"Did you find anything?" she asked hurriedly.

"No..." Draco said. He was getting a little freaked out by the look in Hermione's eyes.

"I have a hunch...Draco. I think our memories have been erased,"

"What are you talking about?"

"The dreams! The dances! McGonagall said "again" when I proposed the masquerade idea. The records don't show any record of there ever being a masquerade held at this school! And the dreams! It is highly illogical for two people to have the same dream the same night three times in a row!"

"Calm down, there must be a logical explanation for all of this," Draco said. He winced and added, "Let's go talk to Dumbledore,"

Draco had never thought too highly of Dumbledore, mainly because he favored those damn Gryffindors so much. Whatever the reason was, Draco didn't like spending any unnecessary time with the bearded man.

Hermione nodded and Draco led Hermione out of the room, his arm around her shoulders.

"Professor Dumbledore?"

"Ah, Miss Granger! Here to pick up your CD player?"

"Umm...actually Professor, we came here to ask you a few questions,"

"Alright. Have a seat," Dumbledore said, motioning to the two leather armchairs in front of him. Hermione and Draco seated themselves.

"Now, what did you want to ask me?"

"This might sound a little bit crazy...but..." Hermione squeaked out.

"Have you erased our memories?" Draco asked, trying to get to the point as soon as possible. The old man looked unfazed.

"What makes you ask that?"

"Well, Draco and I have found that have had the same dreams nearly the whole school year thus far. Also, when I proposed that the Valentine's Day dance be a masquerade, Professor McGonagall said 'again', as if there had been a masquerade before. But that's not true, as Draco and I went to the library and looked up all the years that had the Head's had planned. Not one dance had been a masquerade," Hermione said.

Dumbledore adjusted his half-moon spectacles and sighed, and then chuckled for a second. Hermione and Draco looked at each other then back to Dumbledore.

"I knew I wouldn't be able to keep this hidden long. But you must understand that I did it to protect you,"

"From what?" Draco asked.

"You see, at the end of your 6th year, Lord Voldemort found a way to take over Harry's body. He in turn used it to find you, Hermione, and try to kill you. But back then, you and Draco were in love with each other. Draco came to your rescue, and as punishment, was hit with the Cruciatus Curse for quite a while. You nearly died that night, Mister Malfoy. You almost died saving Hermione. Luckily I found you. But since Voldemort had such a strong hold over Harry, I had no choice but to perform the same Cruciatus Curse on Harry. He was hospitalized, but have you not noticed that Voldemort hasn't bothered Harry since?"

"I still don't see why the bloody hell you erased our memories!"

"We couldn't let it get out that Voldemort had taken over a student and tried to kill other students, not to mention, Mister Malfoy, the psychological damage you, Miss Granger, and Mister Potter suffered in the ordeal,"

"So you erased our memories, our love, to keep the perfect image of the school?" Draco spat, pounding his fists on the table.

"Sit down, Mister Malfoy," Dumbledore said as a statement more than a command. Draco took a few deep breaths and plopped himself back down on the cushion of the chair.

"I understand this probably came as a shock to both of you, but I must insist that you both keep quiet about it. If you want or need to talk about it, consult each other, or come find me. Mister Malfoy, I'll let you take Friday off tomorrow, to do what you need to do," Dumbledore said mysteriously. Draco huffed and left the room. Hermione got up to follow suit.

"Miss Granger, I too, am giving you the day off. Mister Malfoy might need you," Dumbledore said calmly. Hermione nodded and set out for her room.

Yup, there's that chapter. Not much of cliffie, so please, no death threats ;)

Btw- the song is "Automatic Girl" by Lola Ray.