Chapter Two

The time Hermione was dreading finally was about to hapen. Hermione arrived with her parents at Kings Cross Station at around quarter after ten in the morning. She said good-bye to them lovingly and then set off for platform 9 3/4. She got through the gate easily; however, it was when she saw the train that she began to panick. Hermione took a few panicky breaths, then regained her composure, becuase she was a prefect, and she had to look like she had everything under control. She brought her trunk and Crookshanks, her cat, into the prefect compartment and sat down. She was fine, until, that is, Ron showed up in the compartment.

"Hermione?" He looked at her in a manner as if to ask are you alright?

"Oh, hey Ron. I didn't see you enter."

"Er...Hermione...are you alright?"

"Oh...yeah...I'm alright."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Well, Harry said to tell you that he wants to talk to you. So, later we can go to his compartment when we make our rounds. Ok?"

Hermione's face went pale. She looked as though she had just jumped into a pool that was cold as ice. She started to shake and hyperventilate.

"Hermione?" Ron questioned.

Hermion tried to speak, but no words came out. She knew that her dream was going to come true.

"Hermione. I'm not playing around anymore. Tell me whats wrong right now or I will send for Harry."

She jumped at the name.

"NO! Please, don't get Harry." She shuddered after speaking his name, almost as though speaking the name had just injected poison into her system.

"Then tell me."

"Fine." Hermione said, reluctantly giving in. She then divulged the secret of her dream, and why she was reacting this way. It was hard for her, to pour all this out to Ron; however, she did not tell him everything. She hadn't told him about her thoughts as the dementors tried to give her the "kiss." Who, by the way, was very dense, and probably didn't understand what she was saying.

After she finished, Ron broke out into hysterical laughter.

"Ron! This is not funny!"

"Oh, you have no idea. It's Harry Hermione, he would never say those things to you. You should know that. He's not Draco. I think you're just overly stressed out. Go talk to him."

"I..I can't." She replied shamefully.

"And why not?" He demanded.

"Because, I..I c-can't bring myself to-to, to d-do it." She began to cry.

"Hermione, it's ok, he will understand. It after all it was only just a dream."

"JUST A DREAM?"

"Hermione, dreams aren't reality. You of all people should know that after last year" he said in a comforting tone.

"Yeah...I g-guess"

"Go talk to him before the train starts off."

"Thanks Ron." She ran over to him and gave him a huge hug, and kissed him on the cheek. "You really are a great friend."

"Er...right...thanks." He was rather flushed and didn't know what to do with the fact that she had just kissed him on the cheek.

"Go!"

"I'm going. Thanks again."

Hermione slowly walked to the compartment where fate would greet her. She had a deep sense of gloom in her stomach. She had a feeling she should not be here, or even going there. To see him. The one from her dreams, the one and only, Harry Potter. She was now two compartments away. She gulped, and stopped about a foot from his compartment, afraid of what was going to happen. Then the train started. She had less than five minutes to find out what he wanted and to get back to the front of the train, where the prefects were required to go in order to recieve orders. She sighed then entered the room.

"Er...Harry?" She questioned him.

"Oh, hey Hermione!" He said excitedly. "I've been wanting to talk to you...um...are you ok?"

Right as stated that he had been wanting to say that he wanted to talk to her, her blood ran cold and she felt her face go majorly pale.

"Just say it."

"Er...if you dont mind me asking...say what?"

"You know what I mean! Stop playing games! I can't take this anymore!"

"Er...Hermione...I dont know what you wanted me to say, but I'm not playing games."

"Oh stop. Just do it ok? Just call me a mudblood, and blame me for Sirius's death!"

"What!"

"You heard me, just say it, then you can kill me like you planned. This way I can't take anything else away from you!"

By this time, Hermione was in hysterics.

"Hermione, I dont have a clue what you are talking about."

"Don't play games with me Potter, I know all about your plan to have the dementors attack me and then you save me and kill me for yourself."

"H..Hermione? Please tell me what you are talking about. And I have never wanted to kill you, I promise." Harry replied to her, sounding weak.

Right as Hermione was about to say something else to Harry, Ron stepped in.

"Er...Hermione, it's, well, it's time to go to the front of the train now." He told her.

"Fine." She said as she ran off crying.

"Um...Ron?"

"Its a long story mate. Don't worry about her. I'll talk to her."

"Er...ok, but as soon as you can get away from the front of the train, come back here and tell me what the hell's going on."

"I already got my orders."

"Well, what are you waiting for? Tell me."

"Fine" Ron sighed. "Its a bit of a long story, Hermione told me already." Ron went on about Hermione's dream, and how Harry tried to kill her in it.

"She of all people should know that dreams aren't really whats going to happen!" Harry screamed.

"Don't take it out on me mate. Maybe you should talk to her, tell her you know about the dream, and that you never once thought it was her fault for Sirius's death, and that she is one of your best friends, you would never hurt her, let alone kill her."

"Alright, I'll go talk to her..." Harry turned to go out of the compartment and to go find Hermione.

"Oh, Harry..." Ron beckoned to him. "Did you tell Hermione what you told me you were going to tell her?"

"I never got a chance."

"Well, if you're ready to, maybe you should include that when you talk to her."

"Er...right. Bye." He left the compartment.

Authors Note

Well, thats the second chapter, I personally think I ended this chapter very well, a good break.

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