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Chapter Seven: Confusing dreams and clock machines
'The most common use of transportation Muggles use in their society today is the "car",' Professor McBella, the Muggle studies teacher, exclaimed excitedly.
'They use it for every day use as we would floo powder-' she started again when Pansy Parkinson, a pug faced Slytherin, raised her hand high in the air.
'Y-yes Miss Parkinson?' she asked startled, hardly anyone except Hermione raised their hand in class, and it was only to correct her.
'Why do muggles call it a "car"? rather stupid name if you ask me,' she said, her eyes glancing around the class room, stopping right on Hermione.
'Why can't they just use floo powder like us? it's only the smart-' Hermione raised her hand, catching Pansy off guard. 'Yes miss Granger,' asked the Professor, looking gratefully at Hermione, as she did not want to listen to the rest of Pansys on-going ranting.
'Well..I just wanted to make a point,' she said confidently but sternly.
Professor McBella nodded and motioned Pansy to keep quite as she opened her mouth once more to speak.
'Why do wizards call Floo powder..well, -Floo- powder?' she said, tearing up her piece of parchment nervously as she spoke, ' When I first came to Hogwarts, I thought the name for Floo powder was absurd! I still think so, the name "Car" has been around for-' Hermione was cut off when Pansy stood up, knocking her bottle of ink all over the person next to her- Draco.
' -MAYBE- when nasty little mudbloods like -you- came to Hogwarts, we thought -you- were absurd!' Pansy shouted angrily, her face bright red , nostrils flared out and spit flying out when she shouted,' Filthy mudblood!'.
Hermione tried to hide how she felt.
Her insides always froze when she heard the name 'Mudblood' she knew they were always directed towards her.
Her stomach gave a threatening lurch as she gulped deeply, looking down at her closed book.
She was certain everyone in the class was pure blood and from a full family of Wizards, she was the only muggle who decided to take muggle classes from a Wizards point of view.
'Miss Parkinson I ask you to leave this class at once!' Professor McBella practically shouted, pointing her finger towards the door.
The class room broke out into excited whispers, looking over at Pansy.
Pansy grabbed her books and, throwing one last nasty look at Hermione, marched towards the exit.
Stopping as her hand reached for the handle, she turned to Draco. 'Coming with me?' she asked in her sappy-sweet voice she always used around him.
Hermione turned her head slightly and saw Draco sitting rather slumped in his seat, his arms folded.
He didn't look angry- well..he -did- look angry, but a different kind from what Hermione usualy saw.
Emerald green ink splattered all down his front, dripping slowly down his left leg to the floor.
Scowling, he narrowed his eyebrows and looked up at Pansy.
Pansy stood there for a second, looking faultless and confused.
'Draco-,' she continued, batting her over masacared eye lashes,'-Why do you want to stay in this class and learn about -muggles- ?' she let go of the door handle and set her hands on her hips,'-Besides..I smell a nasty mudblood.'
That was enough.
Hermione could feel her heart beat rapidly as her stomach seemed to rise into her throat.
Hardly noticing what she was doing, she collected her books and grabbed her bookbag, starting towards the door.
'S-sorry Professor..I..-' she mumbled, pushing herself past Pansy who stood there looking intently at Draco.
She cantered down the hallway, picking up speed.
Wondering -why- she's become more emotional lately, she wiped away the tears that began to fall slowly down her cheeks.
Taking deep breaths she slowed down to a walk when she reached a deserted corridor, clutching her books tight.
- Calm down..I always get called a mudblood..why am I so upset ?- she asked herself, - Just ignore it..your not a mudblood..just ignore it..-
She looked up at an old Grandfather Clock that stood along side one of the walls.
It had five hands that seemed to be working for different purposes.
A gold squiggly one rested on the -12- indicating the hour. Another squiggly pointed at -23-, the minute.
A silver thick arrow pointed towards the number -34- and a second later moved to -35-.
A purple-green arrow pointed to a number so long that it had to be smushed into the clock, the number read -154,3450-...days.
The last arrow was a thin blue coloured one and it was stationed at the number -1852,1400-..months? that to was smushed in next to the days.
Wondering what a strange clock like that one was doing in the school, Hermione figured she still had an hour left before class ended..she was -not- about to go back.
Sliding against the wall she slowly sat down on the floor, resting her head on her knees, her book bag weighing her down.
She felt her eye lids get heavy as her last warm tear slowly slid down her face, on to the front of her robes... the last thing she remembered was the ticking of the Grandfather clock before she slowly drifted off to sleep.
'Hermione?'
A voice sounded from far away as she curled up in her sleep, blocking out the voice.
She had a dream..a confusing dream.
She wasn't quite sure what it was about..but she did know Harry was there.
Or was he ?
Harry wouldn't...wouldn't make her so afraid like that...he wouldn't abuse her in such away..he wouldn't touch her like that.
What an awful dream it was, so real...she could almost feel the pain..she could feel the tears sliding down her face, she could hear herself sobbing...how real it was...
'Hermione!' some one shook her gently on the shoulder as she sat straight up.
'W-what..' Hermione trailed off, sitting up slightly as she looked around confused.
She was laying down against the wall of a crowded corridor.
Students hurried by her in a rush as so not to be late to class, some stopped and stared at her, some threw her weird looks and kept going.
Ginny Weasley, Ron's little sister, and her best friend bent over beside her, a look of concern spread over her face.
Ginny had come by Hermione in the hall way, Susan Bones had came up to her as she entered to her Charms lesson and told her she had left upset during Pansy's outburst in Muggle studies.
Ginny went to look for her straight away and found her curled up in a heap on the east end of the corridor that led down to the dungeons.
Hermione was sobbing in her sleep, tears pouring down her face, almost as if she'd been beaten and left.
'Hermione..are you all right?' she asked gently, sitting down beside her friend.
The halls were quite empty by now, a few dawdlers ran past every now and then muttering something about Ms Norris, the caretakers cat. -It was a dream...It was only a dream..- she told herself over and over again.
Nothing could harm her..because..it had only been a dream.
Hermione shook her head and took a deep breath.
'I-I don't know why I got so upset..It's stupid..' Hermione said, wiping away more tears that leaked down her face.
Ginny shook her head, her red hair bouncing back and forth,' No..no it's not stupid, tell me what happened,' she said, putting a comforting hand on her shoulder.
Hermione took another deep breath and told her everything.
'-I don't know why I got so upset..I should be used to it,' she finished, sighing sadly, fiddling with the straps of her bookbag.
Ginnys face was set at an angry expression, her light brown freckles faded slowly as her face turned a pinkish colour.
'No..you should be upset..that's just an awful thing for a person to say..-' she said clutching her fists,'- and it's not a thing you should get used to, you shouldn't be even called that..'
Hermione shrugged and laughed slightly,' Well I've been called that since my second year, four years I should be used to it..' she said quietly.
Ginny gave a disgusted sigh,' Hermione..Malfoys been a bastard all these years, you should really do something about it!'
-Malfoy,- she remembered. 'But he hasn't called me Mudblood in ages!' Hermione exclaimed, going red in the face,' Malfoys actually been rather kind..' she added quietly.
Ginny raised her eye brows in surprise.
Hermione shrugged and laughed,' Yeah..I know.'
They sat and talked together for what seemed like only a few short minutes that turned into an entire class time.
When Hermione remembered her dream, she opened her mouth to tell Ginny in full detail, what she remembered when the sound of laughter and chatter filled the hallways once more, as students fled out the doors from the dungeon, making their way past them towards the Great Hall for lunch. 'I'll tell you later,' Hermione mumbled as she and Ginny stood up and set off towards the Great Hall together.
'Hermione, what happened?' Ron asked immediately as Hermione walked into the great hall, accompanied by Ginny.
Hermione had calmed down some-what but still seemed remotely disturbed.
Her face was a bit swollen from her tears and her eyes were bloodshot. 'Nothing..nothing happened,' she said, seating herself down in- between Ron and his friend Seamus.
She looked down the table and saw several people looking down at her, the passerbyers from earlier, Hermione assumed.
'You missed potions Herm, we missed you,' Ron continued, putting on a shy smile.
Smiling slightly, Hermione put her arms around her best friend and sighed.
Ron grinned sheepishly as she grasped him into a hug, he liked the way she felt, so warm and soft.
'I'm just very confused right now..' Hermione said pulling away,' I wonder where Harry is-' she stopped talking as she was scanning the room.
Harry was standing in the door way of the Great Hall his eyes fixed on Hermione and Ron dangerously, his fists clenched.
'Oh God..' Hermione said turning back.
Ron gave her a confused look,' What-'
He was interrupted by a sharp tap on his shoulder, Harry stood behind him, his face full of fury and his eyes gleaming with anger.
'Harry, -what-?' Ron asked standing up to face him.
Harry pushed him back down as quick as he stood up, knocking the air out of him.
'H-harry...why the hell..?' Ron asked, trying to regain his breath.
Harry narrowed his eyes and looked towards Hermione, his face falling from anger to disappointment.
'Why..?' he asked, grabbing her by the shoulder.
Hermione gasped and stood up, knocking her chair down with a loud clatter. 'W-why -what- Harry?' she asked, reaching up trying to take Harrys hand off her shoulder.
Harry held on to her shoulder and quickly guided her out of the Great Hall, down an empty corridor.
Harry let go of her with such a force that made her fall against the wall. 'Why are you cheating on me with that slimball Weasley?' he spat, perspiration fall down his face, his hair wild and messed.
Hermione whimpered slightly and looked up at him with fright. Memories from her dream slowly flooded back to her as tears formed yet again in her eyes,' Harry..I don't know what your talking about, I'm not cheating on you!' she exclaimed, her voice quavering.
Harry took a step towards her, cornering her in,' Thats not what it looked like to me,' he said, resting his hand against the wall.
Hermione opened her mouth to speak but stopped when she heard footsteps coming down the hall way.
Harry didn't seem to notice the sound at all, as he was still yelling at her.
'You decided to go out with that poor bastard Weasley, didn't you? Just tell me now and I won't be upset.' he shouted, clearly, he was already upset. The footsteps drew nearer, Hermione saw a shadow of a person walking quickly towards them in the dimly lit hallways.
'ANSWER ME!' Harry kicked her -hard- on the side of the stomach just as Pansy Parkinson walked past.
Harry jumped back and looked towards her, a look of guilt on his face.
Pansy was in tears, she didn't seem to see what was going on but she slid down against the wall and sobbed.
Harry rolled his eyes and grumbled something before walking off.
Hermione sat frightened for a moment, her side aching and her heart racing. -Harry just kicked me- she thought -Harry had just hurt me...Harry wanted to hurt me..-
Wiping her tears she gave a small sob, trying to stand herself up.
Pansy looked up and suddenly noticed Hermione was there. 'W-what are y-you crying about n-now m-m-mudblood?' she sobbed, her face looking more and more like a pug, except with very watery eyes.
Hermione stood herself up and winced, her side pounding with pain.
Tears blurred in her eyes as she shrugged.
'D-draco b-b-broke up w-with me,' Pansy cried, setting her head down on her knees and sobbing out of control. Thinking back on what she did to her earlier, Hermione shrugged, clutching her side, she walked back towards the common room slowly, feeling more and more scared with every step she took.
A/N: I hoped you enjoyed! Thanks for reading, please tell me what you think by reviewing, thank you so much!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the plot line *nods*
Chapter Seven: Confusing dreams and clock machines
'The most common use of transportation Muggles use in their society today is the "car",' Professor McBella, the Muggle studies teacher, exclaimed excitedly.
'They use it for every day use as we would floo powder-' she started again when Pansy Parkinson, a pug faced Slytherin, raised her hand high in the air.
'Y-yes Miss Parkinson?' she asked startled, hardly anyone except Hermione raised their hand in class, and it was only to correct her.
'Why do muggles call it a "car"? rather stupid name if you ask me,' she said, her eyes glancing around the class room, stopping right on Hermione.
'Why can't they just use floo powder like us? it's only the smart-' Hermione raised her hand, catching Pansy off guard. 'Yes miss Granger,' asked the Professor, looking gratefully at Hermione, as she did not want to listen to the rest of Pansys on-going ranting.
'Well..I just wanted to make a point,' she said confidently but sternly.
Professor McBella nodded and motioned Pansy to keep quite as she opened her mouth once more to speak.
'Why do wizards call Floo powder..well, -Floo- powder?' she said, tearing up her piece of parchment nervously as she spoke, ' When I first came to Hogwarts, I thought the name for Floo powder was absurd! I still think so, the name "Car" has been around for-' Hermione was cut off when Pansy stood up, knocking her bottle of ink all over the person next to her- Draco.
' -MAYBE- when nasty little mudbloods like -you- came to Hogwarts, we thought -you- were absurd!' Pansy shouted angrily, her face bright red , nostrils flared out and spit flying out when she shouted,' Filthy mudblood!'.
Hermione tried to hide how she felt.
Her insides always froze when she heard the name 'Mudblood' she knew they were always directed towards her.
Her stomach gave a threatening lurch as she gulped deeply, looking down at her closed book.
She was certain everyone in the class was pure blood and from a full family of Wizards, she was the only muggle who decided to take muggle classes from a Wizards point of view.
'Miss Parkinson I ask you to leave this class at once!' Professor McBella practically shouted, pointing her finger towards the door.
The class room broke out into excited whispers, looking over at Pansy.
Pansy grabbed her books and, throwing one last nasty look at Hermione, marched towards the exit.
Stopping as her hand reached for the handle, she turned to Draco. 'Coming with me?' she asked in her sappy-sweet voice she always used around him.
Hermione turned her head slightly and saw Draco sitting rather slumped in his seat, his arms folded.
He didn't look angry- well..he -did- look angry, but a different kind from what Hermione usualy saw.
Emerald green ink splattered all down his front, dripping slowly down his left leg to the floor.
Scowling, he narrowed his eyebrows and looked up at Pansy.
Pansy stood there for a second, looking faultless and confused.
'Draco-,' she continued, batting her over masacared eye lashes,'-Why do you want to stay in this class and learn about -muggles- ?' she let go of the door handle and set her hands on her hips,'-Besides..I smell a nasty mudblood.'
That was enough.
Hermione could feel her heart beat rapidly as her stomach seemed to rise into her throat.
Hardly noticing what she was doing, she collected her books and grabbed her bookbag, starting towards the door.
'S-sorry Professor..I..-' she mumbled, pushing herself past Pansy who stood there looking intently at Draco.
She cantered down the hallway, picking up speed.
Wondering -why- she's become more emotional lately, she wiped away the tears that began to fall slowly down her cheeks.
Taking deep breaths she slowed down to a walk when she reached a deserted corridor, clutching her books tight.
- Calm down..I always get called a mudblood..why am I so upset ?- she asked herself, - Just ignore it..your not a mudblood..just ignore it..-
She looked up at an old Grandfather Clock that stood along side one of the walls.
It had five hands that seemed to be working for different purposes.
A gold squiggly one rested on the -12- indicating the hour. Another squiggly pointed at -23-, the minute.
A silver thick arrow pointed towards the number -34- and a second later moved to -35-.
A purple-green arrow pointed to a number so long that it had to be smushed into the clock, the number read -154,3450-...days.
The last arrow was a thin blue coloured one and it was stationed at the number -1852,1400-..months? that to was smushed in next to the days.
Wondering what a strange clock like that one was doing in the school, Hermione figured she still had an hour left before class ended..she was -not- about to go back.
Sliding against the wall she slowly sat down on the floor, resting her head on her knees, her book bag weighing her down.
She felt her eye lids get heavy as her last warm tear slowly slid down her face, on to the front of her robes... the last thing she remembered was the ticking of the Grandfather clock before she slowly drifted off to sleep.
'Hermione?'
A voice sounded from far away as she curled up in her sleep, blocking out the voice.
She had a dream..a confusing dream.
She wasn't quite sure what it was about..but she did know Harry was there.
Or was he ?
Harry wouldn't...wouldn't make her so afraid like that...he wouldn't abuse her in such away..he wouldn't touch her like that.
What an awful dream it was, so real...she could almost feel the pain..she could feel the tears sliding down her face, she could hear herself sobbing...how real it was...
'Hermione!' some one shook her gently on the shoulder as she sat straight up.
'W-what..' Hermione trailed off, sitting up slightly as she looked around confused.
She was laying down against the wall of a crowded corridor.
Students hurried by her in a rush as so not to be late to class, some stopped and stared at her, some threw her weird looks and kept going.
Ginny Weasley, Ron's little sister, and her best friend bent over beside her, a look of concern spread over her face.
Ginny had come by Hermione in the hall way, Susan Bones had came up to her as she entered to her Charms lesson and told her she had left upset during Pansy's outburst in Muggle studies.
Ginny went to look for her straight away and found her curled up in a heap on the east end of the corridor that led down to the dungeons.
Hermione was sobbing in her sleep, tears pouring down her face, almost as if she'd been beaten and left.
'Hermione..are you all right?' she asked gently, sitting down beside her friend.
The halls were quite empty by now, a few dawdlers ran past every now and then muttering something about Ms Norris, the caretakers cat. -It was a dream...It was only a dream..- she told herself over and over again.
Nothing could harm her..because..it had only been a dream.
Hermione shook her head and took a deep breath.
'I-I don't know why I got so upset..It's stupid..' Hermione said, wiping away more tears that leaked down her face.
Ginny shook her head, her red hair bouncing back and forth,' No..no it's not stupid, tell me what happened,' she said, putting a comforting hand on her shoulder.
Hermione took another deep breath and told her everything.
'-I don't know why I got so upset..I should be used to it,' she finished, sighing sadly, fiddling with the straps of her bookbag.
Ginnys face was set at an angry expression, her light brown freckles faded slowly as her face turned a pinkish colour.
'No..you should be upset..that's just an awful thing for a person to say..-' she said clutching her fists,'- and it's not a thing you should get used to, you shouldn't be even called that..'
Hermione shrugged and laughed slightly,' Well I've been called that since my second year, four years I should be used to it..' she said quietly.
Ginny gave a disgusted sigh,' Hermione..Malfoys been a bastard all these years, you should really do something about it!'
-Malfoy,- she remembered. 'But he hasn't called me Mudblood in ages!' Hermione exclaimed, going red in the face,' Malfoys actually been rather kind..' she added quietly.
Ginny raised her eye brows in surprise.
Hermione shrugged and laughed,' Yeah..I know.'
They sat and talked together for what seemed like only a few short minutes that turned into an entire class time.
When Hermione remembered her dream, she opened her mouth to tell Ginny in full detail, what she remembered when the sound of laughter and chatter filled the hallways once more, as students fled out the doors from the dungeon, making their way past them towards the Great Hall for lunch. 'I'll tell you later,' Hermione mumbled as she and Ginny stood up and set off towards the Great Hall together.
'Hermione, what happened?' Ron asked immediately as Hermione walked into the great hall, accompanied by Ginny.
Hermione had calmed down some-what but still seemed remotely disturbed.
Her face was a bit swollen from her tears and her eyes were bloodshot. 'Nothing..nothing happened,' she said, seating herself down in- between Ron and his friend Seamus.
She looked down the table and saw several people looking down at her, the passerbyers from earlier, Hermione assumed.
'You missed potions Herm, we missed you,' Ron continued, putting on a shy smile.
Smiling slightly, Hermione put her arms around her best friend and sighed.
Ron grinned sheepishly as she grasped him into a hug, he liked the way she felt, so warm and soft.
'I'm just very confused right now..' Hermione said pulling away,' I wonder where Harry is-' she stopped talking as she was scanning the room.
Harry was standing in the door way of the Great Hall his eyes fixed on Hermione and Ron dangerously, his fists clenched.
'Oh God..' Hermione said turning back.
Ron gave her a confused look,' What-'
He was interrupted by a sharp tap on his shoulder, Harry stood behind him, his face full of fury and his eyes gleaming with anger.
'Harry, -what-?' Ron asked standing up to face him.
Harry pushed him back down as quick as he stood up, knocking the air out of him.
'H-harry...why the hell..?' Ron asked, trying to regain his breath.
Harry narrowed his eyes and looked towards Hermione, his face falling from anger to disappointment.
'Why..?' he asked, grabbing her by the shoulder.
Hermione gasped and stood up, knocking her chair down with a loud clatter. 'W-why -what- Harry?' she asked, reaching up trying to take Harrys hand off her shoulder.
Harry held on to her shoulder and quickly guided her out of the Great Hall, down an empty corridor.
Harry let go of her with such a force that made her fall against the wall. 'Why are you cheating on me with that slimball Weasley?' he spat, perspiration fall down his face, his hair wild and messed.
Hermione whimpered slightly and looked up at him with fright. Memories from her dream slowly flooded back to her as tears formed yet again in her eyes,' Harry..I don't know what your talking about, I'm not cheating on you!' she exclaimed, her voice quavering.
Harry took a step towards her, cornering her in,' Thats not what it looked like to me,' he said, resting his hand against the wall.
Hermione opened her mouth to speak but stopped when she heard footsteps coming down the hall way.
Harry didn't seem to notice the sound at all, as he was still yelling at her.
'You decided to go out with that poor bastard Weasley, didn't you? Just tell me now and I won't be upset.' he shouted, clearly, he was already upset. The footsteps drew nearer, Hermione saw a shadow of a person walking quickly towards them in the dimly lit hallways.
'ANSWER ME!' Harry kicked her -hard- on the side of the stomach just as Pansy Parkinson walked past.
Harry jumped back and looked towards her, a look of guilt on his face.
Pansy was in tears, she didn't seem to see what was going on but she slid down against the wall and sobbed.
Harry rolled his eyes and grumbled something before walking off.
Hermione sat frightened for a moment, her side aching and her heart racing. -Harry just kicked me- she thought -Harry had just hurt me...Harry wanted to hurt me..-
Wiping her tears she gave a small sob, trying to stand herself up.
Pansy looked up and suddenly noticed Hermione was there. 'W-what are y-you crying about n-now m-m-mudblood?' she sobbed, her face looking more and more like a pug, except with very watery eyes.
Hermione stood herself up and winced, her side pounding with pain.
Tears blurred in her eyes as she shrugged.
'D-draco b-b-broke up w-with me,' Pansy cried, setting her head down on her knees and sobbing out of control. Thinking back on what she did to her earlier, Hermione shrugged, clutching her side, she walked back towards the common room slowly, feeling more and more scared with every step she took.
A/N: I hoped you enjoyed! Thanks for reading, please tell me what you think by reviewing, thank you so much!