Turns of Time

Chapter 7

rose showers and premonitions

Disclaimer: don't own them... nope! not me. She points to J.K. owns Them.


Hermione entered the room silently. Her eyes roamed the whole room, looking for any sign of him. The fire was crackling merrily; shadows were dancing gaily on the cold stonewalls of the room. Other than that, nothing was stirring.

Squinting her eyes, she peered at the other end of the room, where the French doors leading outside to the balcony were located. The doors were open, he was standing out in the cold wearing nothing but a pair of pants. His head was turned and a pair of silver eyes was boring a hole into her.

She gulped, and shakily dropped her things to the floor.

He turned his head and once more stared into the glittering night sky.

She silently walked toward him, while her hands were in front of her, sweating profusely.

She was already out, in the balcony when he heard him speak, "What time is it?"

She froze, she was about a meter away from him. She could see his body, outlined by the moon's glow.

"I-um, it's-quarter to ten. Look, I can explain myself, I was in the Gryffindor common room, um-playing chess with Ron, I-I was winning, you see and that barely happens, so I lost track of time." She said her voice shaking. "I'm sorry"

He turned his head and looked straight at her, "Our patrol's on ten o'clock, right? You're early, no need to be sorry."

She dropped her head in disappointment. When she looked back up, she found him staring at her once again.

"I'll go alone tonight."

"W-what?"

"I said, I'll go alone tonight."

"but we're supposed to patrol in pairs." She said, desperately. Searching his face for any emotion. He was avoiding her again. "Why are you avoiding me?"

He was looking at her, without any trace of expression on his face, he finally turned back and stared at the skies again.

"Look, if you want to avoid me, just say it straight to my face."

"You're tired. You need to rest."

He straightened up, and flexed his back muscles before turning, to go inside. When he reached Hermione's side, he stopped.

His eyes looking straight ahead, he spoke, "I'm doing you a favor. You'll pay it back in time."


The sun's glow was slowly entering her room. It's rays gently playing on her face.

Hermione groaned. She opened her eyes a bit, and then closed them again. She thought she was dreaming for she thought she saw rose petals raining down from the ceiling. But the sun's rays were insistent on waking her up.

She finally sat up and rubbed her eyes again and again, it was really raining rose petals. Red ones and white ones.

She stared at her room silently, it was beautiful. The room smelt of roses. She scuttled forward and gingerly picked up a bouquet of red roses at the end of her bed.

"to my favorite bookworm,

don't worry, you'll beat Ron sometime. In the meantime, don't stress yourself too much.

Harry"

She couldn't help it, after reading the note the small smile playing on her lips, quickly turned into a grin.

She got up and stared at the ceiling. Rose petals were magically appearing below it. Coating the floor with it. She couldn't see the carpet anymore. The petals had a velvety sensation against her feet. It was really soft.

She tilted her head back and stretched her arms, feeling the petals gently graze her skin.


"Potter!"

Ron, who was stuffing his face with sausages, looked over Harry's shoulder and promptly threw half of his already chewed sausage across the table.

Harry turned around and saw Hermione walking towards him. Her face was unreadable. He felt his insides twisting and turning. Maybe she didn't like the mess the flowers created. He quickly stood up.

"Hermione, I can explain." He started, but stopped when he saw her produce his bouquet of roses from behind her back. His mouth quickly turned dry. He stared at his shoes, blushing beet red.

Hermione smiled and flung her arms around him. After pulling back from the hug. Harry's face was slowly relaxing.

"Thank you. I love it." she said silently.

Harry looked over his shoulder towards the fellow Gryffindors. Ron looked at him questioningly, he meekly nodded. After a moment of silence, the whole table erupted with cheers.


Ron looked at his best friend's face. It was a mixture of happiness, nervousness and shock.

While the girls were busy fawning over Hermione. He mouthed congratulations to the person sitting across him.

But Harry seemed to dazed to answer back.

He had spent a whole month arranging the surprise and actually spent a whole day thinking of an appropriate note. Finally settling on a short and lame one in the end.

But with a little spell from him, he was getting tired of his friend asking "is this ok?" over and over again. and presently snatching it out of his hands and throwing it away, before he could voice out his opinions.

But it seemed to work anyway.

He looked at his friend and grimaced as Harry speared Ron's half eaten sausage and shoved it down his throat.


Hermione slowly entered the D.A.D.A. classroom. Her eyes scanned the room quickly. It was empty. Not even the teacher was here yet.

She sighed, how was she supposed to know where she's going to seat?

She was planning on waiting for them outside, when she felt a hand on her shoulder.

She froze. She felt the temperature around her drop almost instantly. Coldness seemed to be emanating from where the hand touched her, her shoulder.

She closed her eyes and flung her hands around her to steady herself. But all that touched her hand was air. The tables were gone.

She opened her eyes and once again found herself in the dark.

"I changed my mind." His voice echoed all around her.

She looked around wildly. He was hiding in the dark.

She suddenly stiffened, when she felt his fingertips graze her bare back, moving her hair aside, exposing her neck.

She felt his cruel breath against her skin as he glided his tongue from the base of her neck to her ears.

"The deal, is off." he whispered.

"No!" She turned around, and found herself looking at the classroom door.

"Ms. Granger?"

Hermione turned around and found her teacher. Professor Hay looking at her.

"Are you feeling well?"

"Y-yes, professor."

"As I was saying, I am glad you finally found time to attend my class."

She slowly raised her hand and touched her neck.

It was wet.

She looked at her fingers and saw it was glistening with his saliva.

She looked up. The teacher was already walking away from her. Humming softly to himself as he walked.

"Move it, know-it-all." someone snarled from behind. With a slight push she stumbled to the side.

She pushed her hair away from her face and saw a Draco scowling at her.

The old Malfoy was back.


Harry grabbed his textbook and ran back down the dormitory stairs. Ron was in the common room banging books around.

"I can't seem to find my bloody book." He muttered, as Harry approached him. "Where the hell are you?"

"Ron, mate, I'll go first."

"Oh sure, go leave your best friend in the middle of a crisis." said Ron, shooing him away.

With a quick thank you Harry ran to his next class, hoping he'll reach Hermione before D.A.D.A. starts.

He slowed down as he reached a corner, which around it led to the D.A.D.A. corridor. He flexed his shoulder muscles, and steadily walked down the corridor, rounded the corner and stopped, his mouth slowly hung open.

He carefully backed up until he hit the wall; he turned to look at his side. It was the same.

He looked outside and saw the full moon shining down the Hogwarts lawn, and the stars twinkling beside it.

A second earlier it was morning and now it's the middle of the night? This really doesn't make any sense.

A giggle rang through the corridor. He squinted and saw a figure of a brown haired girl pinned against the wall by a blond haired boy.

Harry tried to recognize them, but found out he couldn't. Sure, he could see their faces but...

They were both breathing rather heavily. The girl leaned forward and caught the boy's mouth in hers.

Harry quickly averted his gaze and his eyes fell on a boy hiding behind the shadows. He was looking at the couple with eyes that were filled with jealousy.

"Harry!"

He tore his eyes away from the boy, turned to the source of the voice and saw Ron standing beside him, he found himself pressed against the stonewalls at the end of the corridor. He looked around and found that the sun was shining again. Students were walking around him once more.


She looked at Professor Binns, catching every little detail and writing them down. She stopped and dipped her quill in her ink bottle.

It was empty.

She sighed and rummaged through her bag, her mind still on her professor.

Harry's roses. She picked up a loose petal inside her bag. And smiled to herself. It was really sweet, she recalled his reaction when he saw her walking towards him earlier that morning.

He was so scared.

She dropped the petal back in her bag and took out a new inkbottle. She turned around and looked at him.

Harry, together with Ron, was nearly falling off his chair.

She watched amusedly as Harry's head slowly rolled to one side. Ron finally giving up on staying awake any longer; slumped down on top of his desk and slept soundly.

"How do you do it?" her head snapped back to Harry and found that he was resting his chin on the back of his hands. He was slumped on his desk like Ron, but his eyes were half open. A small smile was playing on his lips, and his emerald eyes were peeking out of his sleepy eyelids.

Hermione shrugged, She grinned at Harry who in turn grinned back. She slowly turned back to her parchment and continued taking down notes. Not taking the grin off her face.

"From the 16th to 18th century. Rivalry between families and bloodlines raged on. Some families were forced to keep everything a secret. Objects and things of high magical powers were forced to be stored away, buried or guarded. One of this was said to be the famous "Holy Grail". A great muggle king in the name of Arthur, with the aid of the magical Ax Caliber and the ever-powerful wizard Merlin, even set a quest to find it.

However, the most important and powerful families by that time were force to marry their own relatives. This was done to keep the "blood" and secret inside. This so-called intermarriage made their descendants weak. So some of the clans by that time have perished. Leaving no descendant and their secrets buried with them in their grave.

I want you to write an essay on that. The list of the wizarding families that fought with each other, their treasure and where it can be possibly found."

Hermione looked up from her notes and saw that the class was slowly stirring. She looked back at Harry and found that he was already sleeping. His mouth was slightly open and his glasses were askew.

Ron on the other hand was already drooling, the ink on his parchment was already blurred and staining the wood.


Harry strolled towards the Quidditch pitch with his Firebolt slung over his shoulder. The tryouts have begun and it was his task as captain to pick the best players.

He entered the field and looked around.

"How's my best seeker and new captain doing?" a large hand clamped on his shoulder.

"Wood!" Harry cried out. "What are you doing here?"

"I was in town. I heard you are having tryouts today so I thought, why not go see how things are doing?" said Oliver Wood, looking up. Dozens of new hopefuls are already in the air, zooming through goal hoops, warming up.

The positions open are: One beater and two chasers.

"Would you keep for us?"

"How about Ron?"

"He's good. When he's not nervous. Besides its only for the tryouts."

"How could I say no to my seeker? Got another broom?"

Harry handed him his broom.

Oliver nodded and kicked off, zooming towards the goal posts.

"Sorry, I'm late." said Ron, suddenly appearing beside him. "is-is that?"

"Yeah. Oliver's visiting. Go on to the other end."

"Aye, cap!" said Ron, leaving him on the ground.

Harry walked over to Ginny, where she's checking off names for the tryouts.

"Everybody here?"

"Yep!"

"Ready?"

Ginny nodded and performed a Sonorus charm.

"THE TRYOUTS FOR GRYFFINDOR TEAM BEATERS AND CHASERS ARE OFFICIALLLY OPEN. THE ONES TRYING OUT FOR BEATERS, PLEASE COME DOWN. CHASER TRYOUTS FIRST." said Ginny, her voice echoing all over the pitch.

About half a dozen of students came down and landed near the bleachers.

Harry looked up and saw Ron dive towards the left goal hoop and make a spectacular save. Oliver Wood on the other hand, was hovering in front of the hoops blocking nothing. All of them are crowding on Ron's side of the field.

"YOU DUMMIES. SPREAD OUT! GIRLS VERSUS BOYS. GIRL'S SIDE, OLIVER." Shouted Ginny on her original voice. The commotion in the air stopped.

All of them looked over to the stands, where Harry was seated with Ginny. The youngest Weasley was fuming mad on her seat.

Harry awkwardly patted the girl beside him, and winced at his best friend, who was in the air nearly falling off his broom because of laughter.


Draco sat uncomfortably on his chair, inside Mcgonagall's office. He looked around. They have been sitting here for ages.

"What was the old bird thinking of? Telling us to come early. I have more important things to do than just seat here all afternoon." He muttered, looking around the room. Hermione was seating beside him, staring off into space.

"Don't worry Mr. Malfoy. The old bird wasn't planning of keeping you here all afternoon. I'm sorry if I took 10 minutes of your precious afternoon." Draco paled and slowly sank on his chair.

"Sorry, Professor." He said, quietly.

"Point taken."

"Now, as you know." Mcgonagall started. Hermione's attention snapped back. She looked around wildly for a minute before settling down. "Quidditch season just approached. Of course the inter-house rivalry will be magnified a great deal. Specifically between your two houses. Namely Gryffindor-"She looked at Hermione. "---and Slytherin." She looked at Draco.

"I want you to organize a patrol. Prefects should be roaming around, given special powers in order to stop riots. And I want a good example from you Mr. Malfoy. I don't want to receive any reports telling me that you and Mr. Potter are having a row. You now may go."

Draco walked out of the room silently.

"Hey." Said Malfoy, not bothering to look behind him where he could hear Hermione's shuffling footsteps.

No reply.

He turned around and saw Hermione look around wildly then turn to another direction.

"Hey. Are you deaf?" he grabbed her arm. But quickly dropped it. He felt like volts of electricity passed through him. He shook his arm, feeling was slowly returning.

He watched her walk down the corridor, distracted.


A/N(1): ok is it me? Or the pace is getting fast?? Review!!

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