Hello all, I have another chappy for you. Read and tell me what you think. Oh and if any of you have spare time on your hands then check out my other story. Although it is not finished I am working on that as well as this. It's called 'Do you have an answer.'

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Hermione stared down at her breakfast. Her head was swimming, but thankful she heard no noises. She had almost convinced herself that it had all been a dream, and would have gone on doing so if it hadn't been for the knowing look Malfoy had given her on leaving the common room. She had been trying to face the fact that she had something called the 'gift' ever since.

Harry and Ron were so caught up in whatever it was that they were talking about that they did not notice there silent friend. Nor the fact that said friend had eaten none of the meal before her. But another red head at the table had.

"Hermione." Ginny said. "Are you okay? You seem a little…well I'm not really sure what you seem."

Hermione looked up from her plate to look at the younger witch. Her mind was numb so it took a while for her to focus on her friend and come up with a reply.

"Em…" she coughed and started again. "I'm fine. Just lost in thought, that's all."

Instead of pleasing the red headed girl it just made her move closer.

"What are you thinking about? Anything I can help with?"

And for a few, very powerful seconds, she thought about telling Ginny everything. About the dance with a blonde in the club, about the kiss on the train with the same blonde and about her…their… 'Gift'. But those few seconds passed and her brain kicked in, she couldn't tell this young girl her problems. She had enough things going on in her life without having to deal with hers. Besides, although no one had said not to say anything about her new powers, it was clear that she was to stay quite.

"I was thinking…if I add two drops of dandelion juice to four dragon's teeth, then add grass from the Garden of Eden…would I get…" Hermione lied.

Ginny's eyes became un-focused and it was clear that she had trailed off into a little place in side her head. Once noticing her friend had stopped talking she straightened and looked apologetic.

"Gee, Hermione. I would love to help you with that but you know I have never been good at potions. So I will leave you to ponder that while I…em…finish my breakfast." Ginny moved away and started talking to a girl in her own year.

Dandelion juice? Dragon's teeth? And grass from the Garden of Eden! What were you trying to make!

Hermione's head shot round to look at the Slytherin table. But the person that the voice belonged to was talking to Pansy…

"Get a grip Hermione." She moaned to herself.

Unfortunately this earned her a chuckled inside her head and Harry's attention. He raised an eyebrow at her. Hermione just shock her head and looked down at the uneaten food. Her stomach rolled and churned. There was no way that she would be able to keep food down in this state. She pushed the plate away from herself and looked absently up at the head table. Dumbledore was not present causing her to frown slightly. Looking further along the table she noticed that Snape was also missing.

Yea, I noticed too.

Hermione's eyes went to the Slytherin table again, but just like last time he was talking to pansy.

How the hell could he do that! And when would she learn!

Growling she looked at the watch on her hand. There was fifteen minutes till her first class. Transfigurations was her favourite subject, that and potions but she would never admit that. Professor McGonagall was strict but fair. She never asked more of you than you could give. She never was biased to her own house no matter what other teachers were like. There was only once person that she ever treated differently and that was Harry, and even then it was only a little.

"Hermione did you do your transfiguration homework?" Ron asked.

Hermione sighed.

She had decided that it was time to forgive him for the common room incident, but there was no way she was going to do his homework for him, or read it over. She had not forgiven him that much.

"Ron I will not do or read over your homework." She never even lifted her head to look at him.

"You're still mad at me then. Do you think you could stop being mad at me for at least 12 minutes and help me?" he said giving her his puppy eyes.

Please tell me that look will not work on you!

Unable to stop herself she looked at the blonde only to find him talking to Crabbe. Looking back to her friend she said.

"Ron we have 9 minutes left. When are you going to get you're watch fixed? And yes I have forgiven you but I will not be a slave for you because you are to lazy to work." With that she stood and made her way to doors.

Without looking back she knew that Malfoy had stood and was making his way to the doors too. This must be the being able to sense each other thing. Although she was a meant to be able to sense other people too and yet she could only sense him. Hmm, she really was going to have to get those books off of Dumbledore. Not only did she need to know what the 'gift' entailed, but it would not do to have herself in a weaker position than a Malfoy.

You are always in a weaker position compared to me Granger.

Hermione was not going to take being insulted inside her own head. She screwed up her face and screamed "SHUT UP" inside her head. A deep groan came from behind her. Turing around she saw Malfoy with one hand against the wall, holding himself up, the other pushed against his temple.

No need to bloody shout.

He growled back. Although she tried she could not hold off the chuckle that rose in her throat. Pansy ran across the corridor to check her honey bunch was okay. Hermione just turned around and kept walking. Gathering herself some strange glances for laughing at nothing.

Opening the door to the class, she was the first to arrive but that was nothing new.

"I'm fine pansy, go to the class." She heard Malfoy say as he walked past the door, the dark haired witch still hanging off of his arm.

Hermione chuckled again and turned to the front of the class, and gasped. Professor McGonagall sat in her chair her head tilted back and blood everywhere. So much blood! It was like that with Snape. His head had been back too. Hermione closed her eyes and tried to calm her racing heart.

What is it? What's wrong?

A voice snapped inside her head. This did nothing to calm her down. Was it real or was it a vision…like what Snape said she would have? Taking a deep breath she opened her eyes only to find an empty seat and papers on the desk.

It's nothing she said inside her head, hoping that Malfoy heard it and left her alone. She walked over to her seat and sat down.

Granger I sense you are calm now but would you tell what the hell that was about!

So, she clearly hadn't mastered the talking to him inside the head thing yet. Knowing that it was the only way to get the message to him, and not cause she would have fun doing it again. She screwed up her face and shouted 'IT'S NOTHING NOW LEAVE ME ALONE!' inside her head.

She waited a moment and heard nothing back. She hoped he had gotten the message.

"Hermione…you okay?"

She turned to find Harry and Ron standing in the door way.

"Yes…why wouldn't I be?" she asked.

"Two reasons." Harry said, walking into the room and taking his seat. "One you look white as a sheet and two you looked like you were constipated a second ago."

Hermione turned a bright red and looked down at her table.

Draco stood back from the door way and smiled a little. She was okay, there was nothing wrong. Taking a deep breath he wasn't sure which he was most pleased about. Her safety or the danger adverted. Scowling a scowl that would rival Snape's he walked to his class just down the hall.

They would have to talk with the headmasters about these visions of hers. Sure she could say it was nothing but it was clear that she had seen something else.

Walking into his class and taking his seat next Pansy he tried to breathe without passing out from lack of oxygen due to her perfume. He was sure she bathed in it everyday. Hermione did not smell like that.

Now where the hell had that come from!

Taking things out of his bag he thought once more about the bane of his life.

He was going to have to teach her how to talk and not shout.

There we go people; another chappy down…let me know what you think. I love every review, no matter how big or how small!

HC