Chapter 10

Hi. I'm soooooooooo sorry I haven't updated in forever, but I was working on my other stories. I finished my HSM one, and nobody was even reading my other one, but here you go. Enough rambling, just read. And I can't think of a title for the chapter, so when you review, you can tell me what you think as a good title, so I can take one, or maybe a mix of some, so yea, now enough rambling read! And REVIEW! Don't forget. I'm warning you. shakes fist now, read.

"Awwww….Even more romantic!"

Hermione rolled her eyes and crawled into bed, she was already in her pajamas, and fell asleep.

When Hermione woke up, it was 6:00 and nobody else was there. "What the………" She got out of bed, and changed into her robes. She trotted down the stairs, and nobody was there. "Odd. Nobody should be out of their common rooms at this time."

She walked out of the portrait hole, ignoring her own words, and looked around. The halls were filled with students, none of whom she recognized. She reached out and went to grab a girl on the arm. When she made contact, the girl disappeared. Hermione was left holding a bunch of robes. Unoccupied robes.

"My, god." Hermione sputtered out. She looked up and the halls were now empty. Not even Filch's cat. She half expected a tumble weed to come blowing past. "Where am I?"

"Do we need to tell you? Really?"

Hermione spun around at the voice. It was familiar, but she couldn't put her finger on it. She kept turning, looking for the source of the voice, but couldn't find anyone.

"Look up, mudblood."

"Malfoy!"

"Guess again." Malfoy floated down from the ceiling.

"It is you, Malfoy."

"Who's Malfoy? I'm, the one, the only, Ocard Yoflam!"

"What the hell kind of name is that? Stop playing tricks, Draco!"

"Dear, dear, Enoimreh. Have you completely lost your mind?"

"I said stop playing tricks, Draco. You know, I'm starting to lose my feelings for you!"

"Who is this Draco you keep speaking of? He can't possibly be as handsome as me, now can he? And you, had feelings, for me?"

"Well, I have to admit, he is kind of hott and I did have feelings for you, but- wait! That's not the point!" She mumbled, more to herself then him. "Your name is Draco Malfoy, and my name is Hermione Granger!" She shouted, jabbing her finger at him, then herself.

"Don't point, Regnarg. Don't you know it's rude?"

"But my name is Hermione Granger, not Erhippie Regnaaar or whatever the hell you think it is! And your name is Draco Malfoy, not Orcad Yolflam or whatever! Stop playing, Draco. Please, stop playing." She put her head in her hands, and when she looked up, he was gone.

Hermione looked up, and searched everywhere for him. "Where are you?" No answer. "EERRRRGGGGG!"

Hermione ran down the stairs and saw the entrance to the great hall. She threw open the doors, and was in the potions room. "Why aren't you in class, Miss Regnarg? Please, stop disrupting my class."

Hermione's jaw dropped open as she saw Snape teaching a class. She saw the girl who had disappeared from Hermione's grip. The girl smirked. She also saw a lot of other kids. "Sorry. Sorry, sir." She started to back out when she saw two boys. A red head and a mess of black hair. She ran up and spun the Red-Headed boy around. "RON! Thank god, it's you!"

"Enio, are you okay? It's me, Nor. Are you sure you're okay?"

"Yea, are you okay?" Harry looked at her.

"I'm, fine, Harry, just tell me where we are."

"Okay, I'm Yrrah, not Harry." The word sounded foreign to him, he said it with a lot of difficulty, while 'Yrrah' just slid of his tongue. "And we're in Professor Epans potion room."

"Who's. And I meant what school?"

"Professor Epans and we're in Strawgoh's school of witchcraft and wizardry." He declared, proudly.

Hermione let go of "Nor's" shoulders, and backed up. She backed out of the doors and turned around. She started running.

She ran through what looked like the front doors, except she landed in the Charms classroom. She turned and ran. She tried every door she saw, entering places she didn't even know the school had, until she finally found outside. She ran to the Quidditch pitch, and was glad when she didn't end up in Herbology, but actually the Quidditch pitch.

She ran into the center of the field, even though they were in the middle of a game. She almost got hit in the head by a bludger. "Where am I?" she kept screaming the words in her head.

She sank down onto the floor, and Madame Hooch, or Madame Chooh, ran over to her. "Hermione! Wake up. Wake up Hermione. C'mon, wake up!"

"Wait, you called me Hermione." She looked up and Ginny was shaking her. Hermione was laying down, underneath red and gold sheets, in the girls' dorm.

"Yes." Ginny stopped shaking her. "You were dreaming. It's okay. There's no Errhippie. It's fine. What was going on?"

"I have absolutely no idea. Here hand me my journal." Ginny passed Herm her journal.

Hermione kept a dream journal. Whenever she had a freak-a-zoid dream like that one, she always wrote down exactly what happened.

"So, what was going on? And who's kinda hott, but besides the point? You know, you sleep-yell, not sleep-talk." Ginny smiled. "C'mon. Get up."

"It was none of your business."

"Okay." Ginny waited for Hermione to go into the bathroom and then grabbed her journal. "Damn!" Hermione had put a complicated locking charm on it. "Hmm." She tossed the journal back on the bed.

When Hermione came back, Ginny was waiting for her. "C'mon! We're gonna be late for breakfast!"

"Okay, okay." Hermione put her hands up defensively. "No need to get snippy."

"Just hurry up!"

Hermione walked down the stairs, and when she turned around to see if Ginny was right behind her, no one was there. She went back upstairs and Ginny wasn't there. She went back down to the common room, and the throng of kids that had been there two seconds ago, where no longer there. She went out the portrait hole, and nobody was in the halls. She put here head in her hands again, and when she looked up, there was a bunch of kids walking around.

Hermione woke with a start. She looked around. She was back in the girls' dorm, and the clock said 7:45. All the girls were sitting around her bed.

The first thing she did was pinch herself. Thank god, this was real.

Hi! So, did you like it? Yes, no, feedback please. Oh, and while I was writing, I thought of some titles. Here's a poll;

A dream of a dream ((A dream in a dream))

Dreams

Dreaming

Deja voodoo (( I just think it sounds kewl))

Ocard

Backwards.

Straws and goh's.

That's it. So, vote, or if you have a better one, I'll use that. Maybe. If I like it.