A/N: I just finished writing the second chapter. I was thinking about leaving it a week or so before i posted it, but as you can see i decided against that.
I hope you enjoy it and PLEASE review!
Disclaimer: I still don't own Harry Potter.
Midnight. Hermione granger scrabbled out of bed trying not to panic. She failed. Without giving it a second thought she ran to Draco's dormitory, and stood on the outside of the door for a spilt second. When she was sure the men from her dream were not inside she flung open the door expecting to find Draco slumped on the floor dead.
Draco sat up with a start, "What the hell do you think you're doing?!" He asked alarmed, and rather angered about being disturbed from his sleep. Hermione gave a sigh of relief before muttering under her breath,
"Some gratitude wouldn't go a miss."
"Gratitude for what Mudblood... waking me!" Draco growled.
Hermione opened her mouth to tell him about her dream but snapped it shut just as fast. There had to be a mistake, her dreams were always right... this didn't make sense. She looked up to find Draco waiting expectantly for an answer.
"Erm... I wanted to say goodnight," Hermione lied, mentally kicking herself for not coming up with a better excuse. Draco smirked.
Hermione glanced down at her watch, it was quarter past midnight. Convinced no one was going to be murdered tonight she left Draco's room and walked back to her own, she climbed into bed knowing full well she wouldn't be able to get to sleep again.
As Draco watched the re-treating back of Hermione, his eyebrows knitted together in concentration, trying to figure out what had happened. He didn't believe for a second Hermione's lame excuse. Something had definitely happened to alarm her... but that still didn't explain why she barged into his room like that.
Hermione sat on her four-poster staring at the wall opposite. She was deep in thought. All her dreams recently had been warnings; all of them came true, up until now. She wanted to believe it was just a regular nightmare, but something inside her told her it was not.
She considered telling Dumbledore but he would probably think she was insane. Her thoughts then went to professor Trelawney, however her pride would never let her go to her for advise. As far as she could see it, she was stuck. Usually, when stuck, Hermione turned to books, and now seemed as good a time as any to keep up that habit.
The moment the sun rose, Hermione pulled on her robes and ran to the library. If the librarian was surprised to see her this early in the morning, she did not show it.
Ten minutes later, the head girl was in a corner of the library, her nose stuck in a book, she scanned it quickly, realized it's contents didn't help her in the least and disregarded it, picking another text from the small mountain of books on the table referring to dreams and the future.
Muttering furiously, Hermione slammed yet another useless book down on the table. The librarian looked at the girl in mild amusement.
"Do you need any help Miss Granger?" asked the librarian softly. She usually left the students to their own devises in the library, she didn't like to impose, but she knew miss Granger, and the head girl looked close to tears with frustration (and the fact she had hardly slept during the night did not improve her mood).
"No, I'm just looking..." she trailed off. The librarian looked down at the book, which Hermione had previously disregarded.
"Hold on," she mumbled rummaging through a pile of books in a box she kept behind her own desk, "Here, try this one, I don't know what you're looking for, but, everything from dreams all the way down do premonitions is in here." She smiled as Hermione took the book from her, and then walked off in the opposite direction, letting the girl flick through the book.
Hermione felt as if someone had just opened a light in her mind. She didn't know why she didn't think of it before, and it made perfect sense... what if it hadn't exactly been dreams she was having... more like, premonitions.
She looked it up in the book the librarian had given her and scanned the page quickly.
Premonitions through dreams are atypical; they are often a warning of things to come. It can be a caution of something to come in the immediate future, or, in some of the rarer cases, a warning of something that will happen in the years to come.
Only the most powerful of witches and wizards can have a premonition. It is the most unique of gifts, however one must be careful, because knowing the future, gives you a chance to alter it. If used in the wrong way, knowledge of the future is lethal.
Premonitions through dreams are not always bad however; they can shed light into people's lives.
The passage continued but Hermione had read all she needed. She was almost certain she had been having some kind of premonition. According to the text, Draco's death was a sort of warning, but if Draco's death was fate, then saving him would have 'lethal' consequences as the book had put it.
Hermione sighed. She needed to do more research.
Draco, as usual woke up one minute before his alarm went off. He turned it off and rolled out of bed heading towards the bathroom.
He thought over the strange events of the night before as he pulled on his robes and carefully brushed his teeth. By the time he was walking out of the portrait and heading to the great hall, he had come up with a simple conclusion to explain it all, 'Granger was insane.'
He sat down at the Slytherin table taking a careful bite out of a piece of toast, thickly covered with marmite.
Back in the library, the head girl was having a very heated argument... with herself.
'I can't save him! It will be messing with fate, and no one is allowed to do that!' argued her logical half.
'But letting him die is just plain mean!' she argued back, to herself, 'plus I must have had that dream for a reason!'
All in all Hermione was confused, tired, and had a headache from arguing with herself.
It didn't take much longer for her to finally decide she had to find a way of stopping him from getting killed. But she still had no idea when it was going to happen, all she knew was that it was going to be after midnight.
Hermione looked down at her watch and suddenly leapt up. She had five minutes before potions started! She picked up her bag and ran out the library, hoping she wouldn't be late.
The Slytherins had Potions with the Gryffindors, which made the lesson that little bit more interesting for Draco. The lesson had started, and there was no sign of Granger. Draco grinned. Snape was in a filthy mood; she was in for it if she turned up now.
As if on queue the bushy haired girl walked in panting. She had obviously been running. Snape was upon her like a shot,
"Miss Granger, so nice of you to grace us with your presence," he snarled.
"I'm... so sorry sir... lost track of time," she stuttered, trying to get back her breath.
"Oh, and I suppose you think that's okay now your head girl?" He growled, "ten points from Gryffindor."
"But..." she began.
"Make that thirty for answering back. Now get to your seat!"
Hermione flushed red and took her seat. She glared at Malfoy... this was entirely his fault... how dare he pick such an inconvenient time to be murdered!
Malfoy noticed this glare and frowned, he hadn't even done anything... for once.
The rest of the lesson passed like any other, Gryffindor had lost another thirty-five points, and Neville was in detention for blowing up his cauldron. Twice.
Hermione bit her lip. She sat in the common room alone, attempting to read a book. She was waiting for Malfoy to come. After much thought and more research she had come to the very sensible conclusion that it was more that likely that Draco's murderers will be paying a little visit tonight.
After missing diner to do more re-search, she had found a passage, helpfully informing her, that if a premonition did not happen immediately after a person has it... it is most likely to happen within the next twenty four hours.
It was half past eleven. Where the hell was he?!
Twenty minutes later Draco strolled into the common room, surprised to see the Gryffindor girl sitting by the fire staring nervously at her watch. When she spotted him she jumped up and ran towards him.
"What do you want mudblood?" Draco sighed. Hermione said nothing instead dragged him by the arm into her bedroom.
"What the -!" Malfoy mumbled in surprise. Then he smirked, "Granger, I never knew you..."
"Shut up Malfoy." She cut him off. She looked at her watch again. Five minutes to go.
"If you don't tell me what's going on right now I'm leaving!"
"I'm saving your life!" She replied, not bothering to lie.
Malfoy wasn't sure if she was being serious. "What are you talking about?" He demanded. Hermione opened her mouth two answer when she heard the unmistakable sound of footsteps in the common room below. Malfoy looked at her questioningly but she just shook her head and put a finger to her lip signalling for him to be quiet.
Hermione gently opened the door to the shared bathroom so they could listen to what was going on it the next room.
"Where the hell is he?" Demanded a deep voice Hermione recognised from her dream.
"The dark lord re-assured us he would be here." Growled the other, slightly louder than necessary. The first voices shushed him before saying.
"There is nothing we can do, let's leave, Dumbledore always knows what's going on."
"Dumbledore's a fool." Replied the other, "The dark lord will be furious!" He let out an angry howl and stabbed a knife into a near by pillow to let out his frustration. Draco doubled over in pain.
A minute later the men were gone.
Draco clutched onto his stomach trying his best to ignore the pulsating pain. He sat down on the floor and lifted his shirt slightly, on his previously clear skin; there was now a scar just above his belly button.
"It was your fate," mumbled Hermione.
"What are you talking about?" Demanded Draco. "And why the hell did I get this?" he said pointing furiously at the scar. The pain had subsided slightly but it still stung.
Hermione shrugged. Not knowing where to begin.
"TELL ME!" he shouted, unable to control his temper.
"I... dream things, and they happen," she mumbled. Draco looked at her oddly, whatever he had expected, it had not been that.
"And why have I got a scar now?" He asked, choosing not to question her further about her dreams.
"In my dream, they stabbed you, and you died. It was your fate. I changed it, but things aren't that easy. I was reading a book about it, when someone changes fate, you get marked from what would have happened." She sighed before continuing, "Some people die anyway, some don't."
They sat in an uncomfortable silence. At last Draco said, "You didn't have to save me."
Hermione shrugged again, "I'm not the type of person who can let someone die like that, when I have a chance to do something about it." Then she added, "even if it is you."
Draco looked down at the scar wondering if he would have done the same. At last he muttered, "Thank-you."