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Guide:

Hermione's POV (sorta, I don't know what you would call it)

Hermione's Fic

Thoughts

Chapter V-Interference

Just as Hermione marveled at the suddenness of that chapter break, another title made it's presence known in her brain, nearly knocking her over.

Chapter 2- Hermione's Story

"I, uh….uh…" Hermione stuttered. "My story…..right…"

Harry raised an eyebrow. "So there's a story involved, is there?" He leant back on his bed, making himself comfortable. "Shoot."

"Well, it all started when I was reading a book," she began. He rolled his eyes.

That's a reliable start. Hermione wracked her brain furiously for idea. Why not tell him the "truth", Hermione? Just twist it a bit, make it seem like an adventure.

"And the book I was reading was a story about you, and everyone at Hogwarts."

"WHAT?" Harry shot up from his pillows. "People KNOW? Everything?"

"But its not the same, you see. Actually," she frowned, "it's the same as here. Harry, I'm not really Hermione."

"Malfoy?" he asked, gaping.

She shook her head, frizzy brown curls going everywhere. "No. I AM Hermione, but not the one you know. I'm from a different, uh, universe."

"Universe?"

"DIMENSION! Yes, that's what you call it!"

Ooohh, I see a storyline happening, she thought with excitement. Maybe this fanfic stuff was easier than she thought.

"You're a Hermione from a different dimension. O-kay," Harry tried to wrap his brain around this new information. His hand was itching for his wand. His suspicious side kicked in, and he asked the million dollar question; "How do I know that you're the real Hermione?"

Good question.

She sighed, obviously very frustrated. "I'm NOT, Harry!"

"I know, you're Inter-Dimensional Hermione. But how do I know you're not a Death Eater or something?"

"Because I'm not! If I were a Death Eater, I would come up with something wittier to say!"

Harry pondered this, then protested, "But what if you knew that I would think that you weren't a Death Eater (because you would think of something wittier to say), and said it just so I would think that!"

"But what if I said that so you would think that?" Hermione's eyes sparkled, "Have you made up your mind yet?"

Harry squinted at her. "No, no not yet."

Because Iocane comes from Australia, as everyone knows. Hermione was feeling the pressure to give some identification of herself. Aside from that, she was feeling slightly out of control of this story, it was rapidly progressing into mayhem.

"It's me, Harry!" she blurted out. "Just accept it!"

Accept it, idiot.

"Ok."

Hermione was taken aback.

"Thank you!" she said. She sat down on the bed next to him, and began fingering the giant ring on her finger, a seemingly nervous habit. Harry gasped, his eyes widening.

"What is THAT?"

Oh shit number two.

"Just forget it," she commanded. "It'll all make sense I tell you what's happened."

"SO TELL ME!" Harry said, waving his hands about. Hermione rolled her eyes, and began;

OOOOOOOOOTBCOOOOOOOOOO

Draco laughed heartily at Harry's joke. "That is the stupidest thing I've ever heard, and I hung out with you for 7 years!"

Harry chuckled as well. "When Pansy first told it to me, I nearly strangled her. Gods, why can't I be a monk?"

The two were sitting in one of the Malfoys' many lounges, in front of a crackling fire, drinking Ougerbin's Oudious Firewhiskey. Harry was telling horrible jokes, some shaggy dogs, and witty anecdotes about his three children, Jade and Joaquin (2), and his and Pansy's newborn son, Arthur. Draco had just put Tommy and Katrine to bed.

"So," Draco said nervously, "Have you read the books or seen the movies that bear your given name?"

Harry's face instantly tightened. "No." He stared intently at Draco. "Have you?"

Draco reached under his chair and pulled out a rectangular case. Harry choked on his whiskey. "Which one is it?" he asked.

Draco grinned and continued to pull plastic cases out from under his seat. Harry's face kept getting purpler. After the seventh case, Draco threw up his hands. "That's it! Lets watch them all!":

Harry had to laugh at the child-like glee in his friend's face. "Have you saved them all to watch with me?"

"Well, I was going to watch them with Hermione, and invite everyone over, but since she's gone, I just wanted to watch them with you." He stood up and grasped Harry's neck in a tight headlock. "My bestest friend."

Harry smacked him upside the head, and wriggled out of his grasp. "You doorknob! You know I don't want to watch this……stuff!"

"I knoooow," Draco whined, "but movies are horrid to watch by oneself."

"Then read the books! You can read, right? You were head prefect!"

"They are soooooo Boring, Harry! I already read the first one."

Groaning, Harry rubbed his forehead. Draco took this as a good sign as he bent down in front of him and crooned, "I'll make you popcorn. A big bowl of popcorn, with barbeque crisps. Your favourite!"

"Sod off!" Harry yelled, but he was weakening. "Geez, you look like you want to marry me!"

"Heaven forbid," Draco sneered in disgust. "Hermione is much prettier."

They sat in silence. The old grandfather clock counted away the seconds until 9 o'clock.

Tick

Tock

Tick

Tock

Bong, bong bong……

"Fine."

Draco squealed in glee.

Harry winced. "But only if you promise to never make that noise again!"

They walked down the hallway to the north den, Harry dragging his feet on the plush hunter green carpet. Draco paused at Hermione's closed office door, then with an evil smirk, pushed the door open.

"She hates turning on the damn thing, she usually just leaves it on all the time," he said, motioning to the computer which was emanating the familiar hum and bluish glow. Harry could read several pages of type on the screen, which was mostly about….him?

"Mione's hooked on Harry Potter," Draco said, "This is her own story, or fanfiction as they call them."

Harry laughed, in spite of himself. Draco sat down in his wife's comfy chair and began to type. "She's gonna kill me," he said, "but I gotta give this story some substance."

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

A/N: sniffs I'm watching Listed's top 20 most tragic deaths in music. It's at #2, and I know #1 is John Lennon, so I'm not to choked about missing the end. sigh lets have a moment for Freddie Mercury (#6)……and Kurt Cobain (#2)

Okay…..review if you liked it, flame if you didn't. I'm off to go wipe my eyes and listen to Nevermind.

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