This is an unlikely story with two very unlikely people. Many stories like this one I have read as you may have as well. Let me show you a new side of the magic and Imagination.

She was never clumsy…ever. She mentally prayed no one saw her trip on the stairs. Hermione's books were sprawled across the hall along with papers, quills, and ink. She stood, brushing the dirt from her skirt and knees. Her uniform now dirty from the fall. Hermione didn't understand how she could trip over the stairs she had been traveling over for the past five and a half years now. What Hermione didn't know was that someone had indeed seen her. A someone who was laughing softly in the shadows.

Hermione looked around as she heard a noise quite unfamiliar to her. She drew her wand and gathered her belongings by magic. Once neatly together, Hermione put her bag on her shoulder and books under her arm. She hurried off in the original direction she had been going. Surprised by the racing of her heart she stopped in front of the fat lady and tried to take a deep breath. Ready to give the password as soon as she caught her breath. She finally opened her mouth to give the password but she was caught of guard by an emerging pair of bright green eyes and red flaming hair. She smiled at Harry and Ron lovingly and hugged them. Hermione felt her heart beat at a normal pace and was thankful.

"Where you been 'Mione?" asked Ron curiously.

"I…um had a clumsy moment." Hermione confessed as she felt the heat rise in her face. She was never clumsy.

"You, clumsy. No way! And to think we missed it mate!" Said Harry overdramatically.

"Oh shut it Harry!" Hermione said faking an angry voice.

"Come on, we gotta get going." Harry said as he kissed Hermione on the cheek.

Ron and Hermione fell into step alongside Harry. Since Sirius' death Hermione encouraged a more so called 'touchy feely' relationship with the boys. Since she was a young girl she had always been taught the healing of the human touch. She knew the kind of affect it had on the wounded and the hurting. It healed them, just to know the love from someone else. She started this to help Harry heal from Sirius' death. The boys were very reluctant at first but over time it became a second natured to them. It was more her to them and them to her than the two boys together. That was just a little too awkward for them, but they still held a brotherly way about it.

Hermione smiled to herself as she watched Ron and Harry excitedly go over play by play moves of yesterday's Quiddittch match against Ravenclaw. The trio was alone in the hallway when they reached their destination. Harry was the first to enter Professor Lupin's classroom. Hermione followed quickly with Ron bringing up the rear. They walked up the steps to his office and knocked. Hermione smiled when she heard a low voice say. "Enter." They walked thought the door to see a happy face upon their beloved professor.

"Well, well, well. Isn't it my favorite trio! And right on time!" Lupin said standing hugging them one at a time.

"Tea?" Lupin asked nicely.

"Yes, please." Hermione answered for all three of them.

Hermione was disappointed when their Saturday teat time with Remus was over. As they made their way back to the common room in the Gryffindor tower, Hermione saw mischief in Ron's eyes. She quickly looked to Harry and he mirrored Ron's mischief. Ron made a grab for her but she was too quick for him. Her mistake was that she ran right into Harry. He wrapped his strong arms around her and she enjoyed it for only a mere moment, for Ron had begun to tickle her. Harry held her tight and he was caught between enjoyment and laughter.

"Oh…please…guys….enough…..stop!" She yelled between her laughter. She couldn't stop laughing.

"NEVER!" the boys yelled in unison.

Jealous eyes watched them in the shadows.

Hermione elbowed Harry hard enough for him to let her go. She had her one chance to get away so she took it. She laughed as she was running. Harry and Ron took on after her laughing as well. Hermione got well ahead of them so she slowed down. Suddenly someone or something pulled her down a very dark hallway. Her eyes were closed and she smelled mint and cigarettes. She was let go almost immediately. She looked around and saw nothing.

"Who's there! Who are you!" Hermione shouted into the empty dark hallway.

Hermione's heart began to race as she ran away from the dark deserted hallway. She didn't know why it frightened her but it did. Hermione kept running. She wasn't watching where she was running and ran right into Ron. Before she fell Ron caught her against his body and wrapped his arms securely around her. Hermione looked up at him and tried to smile but she couldn't. She trembled in his arms.

"Hermione! What's wrong?" Ron asked nervously.

"I don't know." She answered weakly.

"You shaking…" Harry said softly, putting a hand on her back.

"Let's…lets just go." Hermione said hiding in Ron's chest and arms.

Her heart wouldn't stop racing and it was giving Hermione a migraine. Ron, being a perfect, cleared the common room of all the other students and placed Hermione on the soft couch. The fire was roaring sending the warmth across her body. Ron and Harry sat down on either side of Hermione and made her lay down. Hermione's head in Harry's lap and her leg's across Ron's. Harry softly caressed her hair, soothing her fear that was slowly diminishing. She was able to smile as she drifted into a deep sleep.

"Hermione! Wake Up!" Hermione head as she felt strong arms shaking her.

"What?" she said sitting up.

"You were having a nightmare." Harry said slowly, breathing heavy. A small trickle of sweat ran down his face.

"Are you alright Harry?" She asked feeling his forehead.

"No." Harry said leaning into her cool hand.

Harry was burning up, so Hermione made him go to the hospital wing to get checked out. Ron and Hermione sat on the ground outside of the hospital wing waiting for Harry. Ron knew Hermione was worried so he decided to cheer her up. Ron told her jokes until she was in fits of laughter. Just as Hermione caught her breath, the infamous Draco Malfoy walked up to them. He flashed his trademark smirk and surprisingly just kept walking until he heard Ron laugh with Hermione.

"Got a Problem Weasel!" Malfoy retorted turning around to face them.

"No I don't think I do ferret!" Ron said laughing again.

"Good." Malfoy said turning his gaze to a giggling Hermione.

"Finally found where you belong Mudblood. On the ground, in the dirt." Malfoy said with hate laced in his words.

"Shove off Malfoy!" Ron said standing up drawing his wand.

"Oh and I'd like to see you try and make me Weasel." Malfoy said laughing at Ron.

"Ron don't, he's not worth it." Hermione said standing next to Ron.

Malfoy just turned around and walked off. A strong smell of cigarettes was left behind. Hermione's memory kicked in when she smelled it. She didn't realize how familiar that smell was to her, or why it gave her the feeling of déja vu. Changing the subject immediately was Harry looking worse for wear coming out of the hospital wing with a few bottle of potion. Hermione sighed and immediately forgot about Malfoy. She smiled and took two bottles from Harry and handed one to Ron.

"You gonna be alright mate?" Ron asked caringly.

"Yeah, so long as I don't drown in all the potion Madame Pompfrey is making me drink." Harry said and chuckled at his own joke.

"Oh Harry." Hermione said laughing slightly.

As the three friends made their way back to the common room, Hermione realized that it was only a week until their Christmas break and tomorrow was their last Hogsmead visit before the break. She had to get their gifts tomorrow. Hermione smiled inwardly and decided that she was going to get them truly amazing. They made their way to the couches and talked aimlessly until sleep was overbearing on them. Hermione kissed Harry and Ron on the cheeks and stalked slowed up the stairs. She changed into her warm pajamas and snuggled deep in her warm blankets. She stared at the top of her canopy and the velvety redness of it.

'Why can't I sleep, I am ever so tired?' Hermione thought to herself.

Hermione drifted to sleep slowly. Her body was exhausted but her mind was racing and not grasping anything. Once fully asleep she began to dream. She batted the smoke away from her face and coughed slightly. She glared at the boy in front of her as he took another drag of his cigarette. Him blowing the smoke in her face again only to have her bat it away in protest. He smirked at her and once again brought the cigarette to his lips.

"Why do you smoke?" Hermione asked him.

"I don't." Draco said smirking and taking a drag from the cigarette in his lips.

"Liar. It a muggle thing. You hate muggles." Hermione said crossing her arms across her chest.

"No I don't." Draco said flicking the ashes off of the burning ember.

"What! Uggghh! I hate you." Hermione said turning around and trying to walk away, remembering she couldn't.

"Granger, I am fucking with you." Draco said and flicked the last of his cigarette over the edge of the balcony.

Hermione woke the next day refreshed and ready to spend money. She stepped into the shower and trying to remember her dream but couldn't. 'Oh well' She thought as she proceeded to cleanse herself. She dressed herself in muggle clothing; jeans, tee-shirt, and tennis shoes. She dried her hair with her wand and put on her thick winter jacket and met the boys in the common room. They smiled up at her as she descended the stairs. She returned their smiles with hers.

"Ready?" Ron asked looking at her and then to Harry.

"Ready." Hermione and Harry said in unison.