Hermione's Personalities

By Pottersgurl07

AN: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER! Hey peeps...I love the reviews, they are wonderful and a couple of you helped out too; Gave me some really good ideas. Well someone asked if Hermione was dead and, if she was, could Draco die with her...Well, I'm going to say for a fact, that neither Hermione, nor Draco, will die in this fanfic. Maybe someone close will b/c in the sixth book someone dies(not saying who b/c i don't know if anyone has read it yet).

Chapter Thirteen: The Dream

Hermione felt like she was floating on a cloud. She was sitting in her room, playing with her toys, like a good little girl. She did what her mommy told her to do and that was to sit here and play, she was only 6 years old that day. It was her birthday and her mom had gotton her all the toys she could ever want.

Her mother came in the room and watched her daughter play. Hermione was aware of her mother, standing in the doorway, watching her. For, she had excellent hearing for one so young. She, also, understood things other people couldn't. She knew things that no else did.

She liked it when her mother watched her play.

Her mom was the best, she always gave her candy and did things with her that her dad never did. Her mom gave her unconditional love, while her daddy hovered in the background. He didn't care for her a bit, she was his daughter, of course, but he never showed his love for her.

She heard him and mommy fighting in their room, every night before bedtime. Not a night went by that they didn't talk about her, about her future, what she should do with her life.

Her was still standing in the doorway, just watching her play. Finally, Hermone looked up and her eyes met with her mothers identical carmel eyes.

"Mommy!" Hermione laughed, as if she had just noticed her there.

Hermione ran to her mom with arms wide open.

Her mom caught her, wrapping her in her arms, and hugged her tighter than ever. She hugged her like she was the most precious thing to her.

Hermione closed her eyes and let her mothers warmth flow through her.

Her mother had this perfect smell to her, like something tropical, that no one could copy.

Her shirt was soft and fluffy, like a warm bed just waiting to be laid upon.

Her long, wavy, brunette hair softly swished around her face and tickled her neck.

Her mother was a part of her, that no one could ever replace.

No one knew what it felt like to be Hermione. She was different in ways that noone, including herself, could understand.

Her mother always told her that "Love was the answer to all the questions."

Hermione cuddled closer to her mother, not wanting the feeling of love and comfort to ever go away.

The next thing Hermione knew, her mom was jerked away from her and shoved backwards through the stained-glass window in her bedroom.

"MOMMY!" ,screamed Hermione through her tears. "MOMMY COME BACK!"

Krista's eyes flew open and she jerked upright in the bed she was laying in.

"Hermione, its okay, I'm here." Krista turned and saw Harry sitting on her bed. He pulled Krista into a hug, that lasted longer than her liking.

She pulled away fiercely like she had been burned.

"Hermione, what happened to you back there in the common room?" Harry asked worriedly.

Krista noticed that she was in the hospital wing at Hogwarts.

Hermione musn't ever know what came after that part in the dream, Krista would never allow it. Krista wanted Hermione to never know the things that Krista knew; things from their past.

Krista was not vulnerable like Hermione, she would never be that vulnerable.

Krista heard a noise, as if someone was walking towards the hospital wing, at that very moment. It was, of course, Madam Pomfrey, coming to check on her, now that she was awake. She shooed Harry away from her bed and proceeded to check Krista out using various spells.

Krista looked at the wand, fascinated by its glow, as Madam Pompfrey cast the spells. Krista, of course, knew why she was so drawn to the wand. Her secret, that Hermione would never find out, was hovering too close to the surface, where it shouldn't be.

Krista pushed her memories to the deepest part of herself, where not even Hermione could unleash them.

Krista noticed that this dream had been happening, again and again, since her parents had died. The Grangers weren't her real parents, of course, they weren't Hermione's either. She was adopted when she was six years old.

When her adoptive parents were alive, they never knew that she remembered her real parents, but oh how she did.

Her adoptive parents had decided that due to the nature of her real parents deaths that they wouldn't ever tell her that she had been adopted. They didn't want to have to tell her the truth.

Hermione, of course, had no idea she was adopted, because she had pushed those memories away, leaving them for Krista to pick up after. That was the thing with Hermione, she always got to be happy, while Krista was stuck with her unwanted memories.

She always helped Hermione when she needed her, but did Hermione help her when Krista needed her? No, she didn't, she was always pushing her aside, so that no one would know that she 'existed'.

Krista was quite happy that Hermione felt this way, because no one knew what a bitch she could be. It was their own little secret, that no one would ever know.

After Madam Pomfrey checked Krista out, she let her get dressed and leave.

"Hermione?" Harry said questioningly, as she was walking out of the hospital wing.

Krista forgot that Harry had been waiting for her, not that she cared anyway.

"Harry, I have to get back to the common room." Krista said, in her most Hermione like tone.

"Hermione, do you know what day it is?" Harry asked.

"Of course, I know what day it is, Harry." Krista said, hesitantly.

"Hermione, it's Saturday and its a beautiful day. Come outside with me and we can talk about what happened in the common room." He said hopefully.

Krista was not giving him the satisfaction of knowing why Hermione had suddenly passed out in the common room.

"Harry, where is Ron?" asked Krista

"He is at breakfast, we have been taking turns watching you for two days," he said sheepishly.

"Two days?" squeaked Krista.

"Yeah, you have been out for two days Hermione," Harry said looking at her closely.

"Oh really?" She said hesitating a little. "By any chance, did I ever talking in my sleep?" Krista mumbled.

"You said 'mommy' a few times, but other than that nothing else really. Why, is there something your not telling me, Hermione?" Harry asked suspiciously.

"No, no, nothing at all, Harry," Krista said, masking her thoughts by keeping a blank face. "You should really go find Ron, so we can all talk about what happened to me." She said hopefully.

"Yeah, I'll just go get him and we'll meet you outside, in a bit." He said, as he was walking away.

Krista didn't answer, she just turned on her heel and walked out of the big double doors that lead out of the castle.

She walked out by the lake and sat down on a rock.

Krista thought about Hermione's dream and hoped that she would never remember that day her niave little self was trying so hard to remember.

"Hermione, don't ever dream about that again, its worthless trash that you don't need to worry about." Krista said outloud.

"What trash are you talking about?" came a silky voice from behind her.

Krista jumped, too caught up in her own thoughts to notice that someone had been walking up behind her. Of course, it had to be Draco Malfoy, the one person she had no desire to talk to, right now.

"Sod off, Malfoy." Krista said, venom dripping from her voice.

"Or what, Granger; you're going to sob on me?" He said laughing.

Krista got as still as the rock she was sitting on.

Krista looked up at Draco Malfoy and glared at him with fire in her eyes.

"You're gonna wish you never said that, Draco Malfoy." Krista said, before she lunged at him.

TBC...

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