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A/N: This was what popped into my head after reading a plot bunnie on FAP. The specific plot bunnie is "Malfoy is in Divination Class when Trelawny makes a prediction. You choose if it's real or not, Malfoys reaction, etc., but the prediction must be about that certain someone he loves, which has now been revealed to the other Slytherins!!!"
Predicted
II. The Interference
Amazing, isn't it, how one person's words could change your whole world in just a minute?
By the day's end, every student knew about the prophecy. Each member of the Gryffindor Trio, being a part of the prophecy, took it differently. Harry wondered if he should believe it, Ron was confused a bit, and Hermione contemplated it.
Other students, mostly Slytherin and of the female gender, tried desperately to bring the rumor down. They couldn't believe that Draco would care for that prissy prude. They wouldn't believe. They insulted Hermione to her face whenever they could. But, of course, never in front of Draco. And Hermione didn't do a thing about it. She knew that if Malfoy were to find out somehow, the insults would stop. But she never made a move to let him know. After all, the situation between themselves wasn't any better.
There were times, during the two weeks leading up to the fateful day, that Draco had tried to talk to Hermione, but those were only in private. In public, he wore his infamous smirk and threw petty insults. Insults that she returned, for the sake of normality. And that was how it went, until the eve of the full moon.
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Hermione and Draco were watched closely that day. Everyone waiting to see if the prophecy came true. But they stayed apart as much as they could, trying to fight the prophecy; trying to change it. Draco did it because, in his head, it was wrong. Hermione did it because she didn't know the answer to their problem, and it scared her.
The professors watched closely too. But not for the sake of gossip. They watched because the outcome of the war partly depended on this prophecy. Most prophecies came true on their own. Very rarely did they receive so much interference. This one would need a little help moving along.
"Miss Granger," called Professor McGonagall, "if I could have a word with you?"
"Of course professor," Hermione replied.
"Miss Granger, I have noticed that you have not been working well with the Head Boy lately. Is there a problem?"
Hermione blushed, before shaking her head.
"Are you sure? Maybe we should have a little chat with Professor Dumbledore and Mr. Malfoy?"
"Ah...no. It's all right. There's nothing wrong. Really, professor."
"If you're sure. But may I give you a piece of advice?"
"Of course."
"Don't try to change what's already been set in stone."
And then Professor McGonagall turned and left, leaving behind a slightly puzzled Hermione to contemplate even more thoughts.
TBC