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Hermione sat alone in the library, although she did not think of herself as alone. Who could when there were so many books with so many things to tell you? She sighed to herself and turned the page of the book she was taking notes from. As always her notes were perfect. They were not written in a hurry nor were they written too slowly. Each word was just far enough apart from the next. All T's were crossed and all I's dotted. Something she made sure she always did after once trying to read Harry's notes.

Thinking of Harry made her think of Ron and that was not a good thing at the moment. She was still mad at him for last night. If Hermione had one fault it was not forgiving people easily. She, admittedly, held a grudge for a long time. And she had not even gotten started on Ron yet. He was a royal pain in the ass. Actually thinking about it, so was Harry. He could not quite see what Ron had done wrong last night. But then again why would he? Ron was his best friend and she…she was the person that helped him with his homework and solved puzzles.

By tomorrow night she would think her self silly for these thoughts. Deep down inside herself she knew that both Ron and Harry thought more than that of her, but at the moment she was feeling to low to care. The headache potion from this morning was warring off and the pain behind her eyes was coming back. Soon she would have to give up on her note taking and take a bath. At the moment though, she was being stubborn. To take a bath she would have to go back into the heads rooms and that was the last place she wanted to be.

You would think Malfoy would have been grateful to her for leaving that potion for her. Was he? No sir! He most bloody well was not. Instead he had told his followers all about it. This had made potions today a living hell. Goyle had asked her if she would make him one, then Crabbe had asked her if she wanted to dance with him. Clearly that embarrassing night in the club was still on the minds. Malfoy had done nothing but sit at the back of the class and laugh at the things his goons came up with. If it had only been that it would have been okay. Sadly that was not all. Hermione had been passed a note in one of her classes and stupidly had waited until lunch to read it. Thus allowing Ron and Harry to see the picture drawn on the paper.

It was of Hermione in what looked to be a club of some sorts. She stood in the middle and was dancing like a mad woman.

Hermione would love to say it had not bothered her but that would be a lie, as it had and a lot worse than she would care to admit. Not only had it made her cheeks burn an ugly red but it had made her remember that night.

Had she really danced that badly? It was silly and she knew it but she could not stop asking herself that. Nor could she forget those few moments before Malfoy had let her know it was him. Those few moments when it was just a man and a woman dancing on the floor. Like having sex but with you're clothes on.

Enough!

Hermione stood and gathered her books together and packed her bag. Signing out what she wanted she went back to the heads room. Going in she check that there was no one else about. Luckily the place was empty. Sighing happily for the first time today, she rushed up into her room. Undressing as quickly as she could, she grabbed a towel and opened the door to the bathroom and froze.

Draco walked into the common room and put his bag down on the table, next to Hermione's bag.

So she was here somewhere. No doubt, hidden away in her room. It was the place where she spent most of her time reading, that or in front of the fire. But he knew fine well that being in the same room as him was not an option tonight. He looked over at the door leading to her room, he focused his mind. Nope, she wasn't in there. Looking over in the general direction of the bathroom he once again focused his mind. Yes she was in there.

Wait! There was something wrong. Her mind was screaming. What the hell. That last thought barely crossed his mind when a really scream hit his ears.

Racing up the stairs to his room and into the bathroom he found her dressed in nothing but a towel, staring at the bath. She looked pale and as if she was going to be sick at any moment.

He took a careful step closer to her.

"Granger…" he said softly, and then changed it to. "Hermione…?"

Hermione stood staring at the bath not saying a word, not even showing if she knew he was there.

Uh oh, Draco thought, I think I know what's going on here.

"Hermione…" he said again. "Hermione what's wrong."

She raised her had a point at the bath without looking away from it.

Draco turned and looked at the empty bath. There was nothing in it or around it that would have her acting this way.

Yep I know what's going on.

"Hermione I need you to tell me what you see." He said softly.

This made her turn away from the bath and look at him.

"Do you not see it?" she whispered. "How can you not see it?"

Draco moved towards her again and said.

"It's not for me too see. Tell me what you see."

"Snape… I think he's…dead. He has to be. No one can bleed that much and not be…dead."

Draco turned to the bath again but could still see nothing.

Well he guessed it was about time that her 'gift' became clear to her. Living with the Muggles had sure suppressed it for a long time. Dumbledore said it would show soon. But Draco had not thought it would show quite like this. Deciding it was best to talk to her vocally and not inside her head, he tried to help her.

"Hermione, you need to get dressed so that I can call Dumbledore."

Hermione looked hopeful for a moment.

"Do you think he will be able to help Snape?"

"I…" Draco was not sure how to answer. "I think that you should get dressed and we should call him."

Hermione quickly nodded, then taking one more look into the bath she left for her room.

There was a part of Draco that felt almost sorry for her. He had grown up with his 'gift'. He knew how it worked and had been trained. He knew how to work it. Hermione on the other hand had no idea what is going on.

That, he thought, was why the gift should only be given to purebloods.

Grumbling he went down to the fire and flooed Dumbledore.

Sticking his head in the fire he said.

"Excuses me for interrupting professor but I think Hermione needs you."

Dumbledore looked at Draco and then at Snape, who was in his office.

"We are both on our way. One more thing Mr Malfoy, has she seen something?"

"I believe so, sir."

Draco sat back and watched the flames go back to the red that they should be. This was going to be a very long night. But there was a part of Draco that was thankful that there was someone else that had the 'gift'.

Hermione slowly dressed her mind still in shock. Would Snape be okay? Sure she had not exactly liked the guy but nobody deserved that. There had been so much blood. There was no chance that he would live. Why had Malfoy not been able to see him? Why had she just stood there and not helped?

It would be okay now though, the headmaster was coming.

Opening her door she slowly walked down the stairs and into the common room. Being very careful not to trip, then again, maybe a blow to the head would help clear it.

Opening the door at the bottom of the stairs she stopped at the sight before her.

The headmaster sat on one of the singles chairs, Malfoy sat on the couch and a very much living Severus Snape stood looking into the fire. At the sound of the door opening they had all turned to look at her. Dumbledore looked tired but had a smile on his face. Malfoy looked slightly amused…no shock there then. Snape for once had no sneer, but his face showed nothing.

She walked further into the room and stopped. Dumbledore was about to speak again when Hermione walked even further. She kept going until she looked right into Snape's eyes.

He looked alive, but how could he be. He was dead, there was no way he could still be alive…not with all that blood.

She then lifted a hand a poked him. Not gently either.

"Miss Granger what do you think you are doing!" the professor snapped grabbing her wrist to stop her poking him again.

Malfoy sniggered.

"I think she saw you in her vision, sir." He said.

Snape looked back down at Hermione.

Did Malfoy just say vision! What the hell was he talking about?

"I am…well…Miss Granger." Snape said in his most calm voice. "Sit down."

Without even thinking about disagreeing with him, Hermione sat on the other single seat, opposite the head master.

"Miss Granger, I am not sure where to start." Dumbledore said looking at her closely, making her feel slightly un-comfortable.

"I think the beginning is a good place, headmaster." Snape said.

"Of course it is Severus. Hermione, you and Draco posses something that has come to be known as the 'gift'." He looked at Malfoy and then back to her. "I hope you don't mind if I use your first names." Both students shook their heads. "Good. Now let me explain where the 'gift' comes from. Well we are not really sure. One of the founders of the school was blessed with the 'gift'. Although I am not aloud to tell you who."

Hermione jumped in her seat when she heard someone snort. She looked at both Malfoy and Snape, neither had moved. What the hell!

"It has then been traced through a number of students at this very school over the years. It is not something you have a choice in getting plus it is not something you can get rid of. Although, you are the first muggle born to have it."

Again she heard a snort inside her head, and again no one had moved.

"Emm…Headmaster. I am not sure I am well." She whispered.

"Oh that's just the shock dear. It will ware off." Dumbledore said.

"No headmaster. I mean…I can hear somebody snorting." She whispered again.

Malfoy was going to have a field day with this.

Snape spun to look at Malfoy.

"For Merlin sake boy. This is hard enough already. If you keep laughing inside her head it will not be over anytime soon."

Malfoy looked at his feet. "Sorry, sir."

"You can hear him Hermione?" Dumbledore asked.

Is that what she had heard? No of course she hadn't, you don't just hear people in your head.

"No, headmaster."

Liar!

Hermione jumped and looked at Malfoy.

She was ill, she was ill, she was ill.

Tell him the truth so we can go to bed already.

Hermione's mouth fell open and she stared at the blond male. Then she looked at the headmaster and pointed at Malfoy.

"I can hear him…in my head!" she said shocked.

Snape snorted and thankfully that was not in her head.

"Yes dear, that is the 'gift'. You can read thoughts and each others emotions."

Snape paced and took over from the older man.

"You can also read other peoples emotions Miss granger. Where as Mr Malfoy can not. You can both sense other people. You have better hearing and sight. Mr Malfoy can see things in the past and you Miss Granger can see things that are going to happen. Mr Malfoy can make people do…things. Where as you can not."

Hermione looked at Snape, her mouth agape. This man was mad! Maybe she had fallen in the bathroom and hit her head. Maybe she was asleep and this was all just one dream, a very strange one.

Snape lifted his hands and started to plat his hair. This just made Hermione's mouth hang open wider.

"Very nice, sir." Malfoy said.

Dumbledore chuckled. Snape seemed to pause and look at his hands. Hermione herself had to bite her lip to stop herself from laughing.

"Mr Malfoy." Snape growled. "I have already told you that you are not to control me."

"I had to show her, sir. She was clearly not going to believe me. And we both know that I can not make her do something."

Slowly things were starting to make sense. When she had been 8 her parents had told her she had something they called an 'episode'. She remembered nothing about it but they always told her it was a bad thing and that it was good she couldn't remember.

Starting to understand yet?

Hermione gasped and looked at Malfoy. Then whispered…

"I don't think I am every going to get use to that.'

You can talk back to me this way too.

"I can?" she asked.

Yes.

"Everything will take time. Mr Malfoy has had training and when you have become more familiar with your 'gift' so will you. Would you like to know more about the 'gift' I could give you some books." The headmaster said.

Like she could ever say no to a book!

'I would really appreciate that headmaster.' Hermione agreed.

Soon after the headmaster and potions professor left, leaving Hermione lost in her head.

Had she known that there was something special about herself? Thinking hard she could not think of anything that stood out. Her life had been normal. Granted she could only remember things since she was about 14. But most people could not remember there childhood…right?

Wow, it's mad inside here.

Hermione shot to her feet and stared at Malfoy.

"New rules. You are not aloud inside here." She brought a finger to her head. "Unless I say so."

Malfoy chuckled. Then spoke out loud.

"I wasn't talking about inside your head. Why in the world would I want to know what you are thinking? I was talking about this room."

Hermione look around and right enough the room was a mess. Their bags lay on the table, chairs had been moved and teacups lay here and there.

"I'm going to bed." She said and headed for her door.

I know.

Hermione growled and closed the door hard behind her and tried to stop her crazy brain from thinking!

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HC