Hermione was seven years old, and she was punching her pillow, clutching it tight as she howled, tears running down her face. "Andre! Andre!"
In her dream, Hermione felt the cruel taunts of the playground bullies, how she had stupid teeth, and her hair was unkempt and she looked like a ragamuffin. (Her clothes were torn, but from climbing a tree no one else dared to). It had all gotten too much, and now she wanted her friend. The friend she only vaguely remembered from two whole years ago. "Andre..." she cried, and she thought that she'd write him a letter, if only she knew where he lived.
Hermione woke up from the dream, startled at someone shaking her bed. "Oh, it's just you, Parvati" Hermione laughs, her bleary eyes still looking a bit bloodshot from the dream tears.
"Just me!" Parvati giggled. "You were having a tumultuous dream..."
"Oh, Vati, don't start." Hermione said, "you know I don't believe in divination."
"Yes, but these are dreams... or memories." Vati said, "you look like this one struck you hard in the solar plexus anyway."
"Maybe it did, Vati" Hermione said. "Still, I don't want to talk about it right now."
Hermione tried to put it out of her mind for the rest of the day, but it was only when she was up on theAstronomy tower, looking out and trying to figure out where her "Welsh" man was, that the answer blazed into her brain. Andre was nearly certainly the boy she was engaged to.
[a/n: I shouldn't have to write this, but if you're wondering why she's slightly tweaked Draco's name? Andre's a lot more common than Draco, and they pretty much only addressed each other with single syllable names.
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