Disclaimer : Not mine. All JKR's. Not making any money here.

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-THE REUNION - CLASS OF '98

CHAPTER 1 : The Invitation

Hermione got home from another trying day at work. Or to be more specific, another night. She had a last minute call in the middle of the night, and now all she needed was a nice, comfortable bed.

As she hung her coat in the closet, she caught a glimpse herself in the mirror. The mop of brown curls falling on her face and the crumpled robe, slightly torn at the side, could have given a hint of the kind of work she did, except that no one would ever imagine Hermione in that line of work. She smiled at the thought of her friends' faces when she had told them the career she would choose. Their disbelief did nothing more than force her to prove to them she could do it. And she did. The problem was, nobody was there to see it and acknowledge it.

There were no teachers or even friends to reassure her with a "Well done, Hermione!"

Her thirst to prove herself was now insignificant. Prove herself to whom? Oh, it had done wonders to her confidence, to be able to pull this off, but that was all. Still, that was all she had.

Looking at the mirror she thought, 'Can't say the same thing about my looks, though.'

She sighed and climbing the stairs to her bedroom, she said, "Well, it's like they say. You can't have everything!"

Not bothering to shower, she just got out of her clothes and dived on the bed, falling asleep immediately.

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Hermione was in Arthur Weasley's flying car. She was trying to drive it, to make it fly, but it wouldn't leave the floor. She kept stepping hard on the accelerator and it wasn't moving. Then she realized that it wasn't moving because of all the people around it. She honked the horn but no one would move away.

She was getting angry and impatient and as she looked closer at their faces, she started to recognize each and every one of them. Practically all her Hogwarts friends and teachers were closing in around the car. She saw people she didn't even remember existed, people that she used to go by while studying there, but never actually talked to.

They had amused faces, some of them were laughing out loud and others were pointing at her. She started to feel incredibly uncomfortable, when she locked eyes with the Potions Master. He was standing in front of the car, his narrow piercing eyes studying her intensely, and curiously, he was the only one who wasn't laughing at her. He had on an expression she couldn't recognize. One she had never seen in that face, throughout all seven years she had to endure his classes.

She was entranced by him.

An annoying sound on her side window drew her attention. The constant tapping was Ron along with Harry, also laughing. She looked at them with a mix of annoyance and resentment for them losing contact for so long. She then realized they were pointing at her, trying to show her something, but they couldn't stop laughing and kept tapping on the window incessantly.

She looked at herself and realized she was naked. That was the reason of all the laughter. She tried vainly to cover herself while the tap on the window grew louder and louder, until she fell face down on the floor.

Hermione looked around the room frantically. It took her a few seconds to recognize where she was, her bedroom.

She sighed heavily, relived to find out it was only a dream, a terrible nightmare. Her mind was still playing that horrible tapping at the window. Why wouldn't it stop?

She lifted her head and felt silly when she noticed the tapping at the window was real, and a brown owl was glaring at her from outside.

She got up from the floor rubbing her forehead. As if it wasn't enough she had that hideous dream, she had to endure the final touch of falling from her bed. Just great!

The owl was flapping its wings impatiently and when Hermione opened the window, it flew inside, almost knocking her off balance. She sat at the edge of her bed to get the rolled parchment off its claw. As she started to open the parchment, the owl flew away, not bothering to wait for a reply.

Her vision was still blurred from slumber and she only got her eyes widely opened, when she acknowledged the second sentence.

"""" To Hermione Granger,

We are proud to present you with this invitation for an event to occur on Saturday July 5th, at 7 PM.

The said event is our 5-year Class of 98' Reunion to take place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, in the Great Hall.

We would be most thrilled to see you there.

Sincerely,

Lavender Brown.

- Student Board Coordinator. """"

Hermione blinked for a moment and then fell backwards on the bed with a groan.

"I am not ready for this!"

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A/N: I wanna thank Bree for sending me this cute little plot bunny, so I could put it to work. I hope you all enjoy this fic.

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Just in case anyone wonders, by my calculations based on JKR's mention on the characters birthdays, I believe their last year at Hogwarts was 1998, so there you go.