Disclaimer: I don't own HP. J.K.Rowling does.
Raci: WTF! Your typing another story!
Author: Well…yeah! I mean, I'm punished from everything else!
"Oh God help me!" panted Hermione as she ran through one of the dark and creepy rooms of the Department of Mysteries.
She had been running for what seemed like an eternity. Two Death Eaters right on her trail. She had to catch her breathe. "Stupefy," she yelled, pointing her wand at one of the Death Eaters behind her. Her aim was true for it hit it's target. The stunned Death Eater fell back into its fellow comrade. They both hit the ground with a loud thud.
While they were distracted Hermione ran into another door on her left. She slammed the door behind her, and bolted it the best she could with a complicated wave of her wand.
"Hello Hermione," said a gruff, familiar voice behind her.
Hermione jumped, and spun around. "Krum!" she exclaimed in surprise, "what are you doing here?"
"Watching out for you," Krum said menacingly.
"But how did you know I was here?" she ask suspiciously. "And why are you talking like that!" she snapped at him angrily.
"Hermione, Hermione, how can someone as brilliant as you be so naïve," Krum said sadly as he shook his head in disapproval. His mouth curled into an malicious grin.
"What are you talking about?" she demanded.
Krum responded with a simply, quite laugh. Then he slowly pulled out his wand, and pointed it at Hermione's head.
"Obliviate!" he yelled. A blinding yellow light that was unmistakable the Memory Charm came out of his wand. Hermione screamed as the blinding light clouded her brain.
"NO!" she screamed. She sprang up from her bed. Her cloths and sheets drenched in cold sweat.
"Honey what's wrong," mumbled a worried yet extremely sleepy voice beside her.
"Nothing Victor," breathed Hermione as calmly as she could. She reached over to the dresser on her side of the bed and grabbed her wand. She then preformed a little charm that made the sweat evaporate. Satisfied with her work, she then placed the wand back on the dresser, and laid back down to sleep. But it was no use. Krum's ear splitting snores were back in play, and the nightmare was still livid in her mind.
'I can't believe its been six years already,' she thought to herself, 'Six years and I still keep having this stupid, false dreams. But then…I really can't remember what happened when I got separated from the others. What if… NO!' she thought angrily, 'No! What I keep dreaming about is just my imagination playing tricks on me, because my friends disapproved of the wedding.'
But this wasn't completely true. Harry didn't say anything against the wedding. Well, he didn't say anything at all. 'He hasn't said a word since Sirius' death,' Hermione thought, 'Poor Harry.'
'At least he came to the wedding,' committed another thought.
'Yeah, but Ron didn't,' she thought tears starting to form in her eyes. Like Harry, Ron didn't say a word about the wedding, but for a different reason. He loved Hermione. She knew this, but she just didn't feel the same way.
'Why does everything have to be so complicated,' she thought with hot tears running down her face, 'I wish I was back in school.' With that thought in mind she fell into an uneasy sleep.
A/N: Trada! I found this story in an old file from last year. But still think it's pretty good.
Raci: Yeah! It's about as great as going out to eat on Fear Factor!
Author: SHUT UP RACI!
