A/N: Thanks to cosmopolitan who cited some mistakes in the last chapter. I'll change the location from Manhattan to Miami. :D Sorry if there are places I mention that are not at all in Miami, I am not familiar with cities/places at America. –sniff-sniff-

Disclaimer: I do not own HP, or anything for the matter. But I do intend on taking over the world. Mwahaha. Kidding, guys. I'm kidding.

Chapter 6: The Sixth Sense

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It's been 4 days already, and tomorrow would be the day that she would move in with him. Hermione hardly got any sleep that night, she spent her time tossing and turning in bed, simply worried that they have found her. A number of thoughts raced through her mind in a millisecond.

Would she have to change her name again?

How will she arrive there without being suspicious?

What will the press say once they find out that they were living together?

When is she leaving?

How could they have possibly found her?—wait, stupid question, Hermione took down a mental note: Never call George Weasley—again.

What if they kept her dad and the other men on a wild goose chase?

Those thoughts kept her occupied, finally engulfing her in black, as she faded away, succumbing to sleep.

Morning came in faster than she had expected, and she decided that today was the day that she would hide—again. She got up, and started cooking breakfast for four. The meal was eerily quiet, since a lot of feelings emitted from each person, sending their 'waves' circulating and lingering in the air. Ginny was worried—for herself and Hermione. Draco was thinking hard on something. Hermione actually felt that she was on the verge of crying. And Harry was well—bored either that or he was thinking of something subtlety.

"I have a brilliant idea." Ginny's perky voice said. "Why don't you two dress up as Draco and I, so that they won't be suspicious? Harry's too recognizable. It's a good thing that his house is remote, far from the city, I mean."

"How about you guys?" Hermione asked, "Wouldn't it be hard for you two?"

"No—we could just call you people who look exactly like us. Probably confuse a few, people." She suggested deviously.

"Father could help with the security. So that no one could you know—take pictures." Draco added.

"It's settled then. We're leaving later. I'm Draco and Casey's Ginny, just for today." Harry said, standing up from the table and drinking a second glass of orange juice.

"Come on! It'll be fun. Those men won't recognize you if they see a woman who looked like me but who isn't me entering the house. They wouldn't bother about it."

"So, why couldn't I just you know—change how I look? Blond hair? Blue contact lenses?"

"Don't ruin the fun, Hermione." Ginny pleaded, "It's just a day!"

Hermione wanted to retaliate, but she stopped herself, thinking about how much trouble she cost her friends. "Fine." She sighed heavily. Dreading the day before it could even start."

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"Draco, I'm really going to miss you, buddy." Hermione mumbled to him after receiving a fierce hug. "Please stay indoors for the next 48 hours. You know what it's like. I'm somehow glad that no one knows of Harry's house, yet." Draco only nodded at her, and pecked her forehead, mumbling "I'll miss you." To her ear. They received scowls from Harry and Ginny for some odd reason.

Harry and Hermione decided to dress up as Draco and Ginny, for the chance that they wouldn't be found out. Luckily, Ginny managed to 'borrow' two wigs—one pale blond, for Harry. And another was a dashing color of red, and the strands were straight, for Hermione. Since the two insisted that they have no plans on making their hair permanently pale blond or red colored. The plan was going smoothly, and for some unknown reason Hermione felt a twinge of excitement beneath her dreadful state.

"Ginny—" Hermione turned to her, "I'm not wearing your clothes! What's wrong with mine?"

"Everyone knows that I don't dress in simply at T-Shirt and jeans..." She began, "Your cover might be blown!"

"Oh please—you're just making me wear a mini skirt so that I'd somehow embarrass myself." Hermione retorted, "Seriously, a mini skirt? Heels? At least the top isn't so..." Hermione looked towards the ceiling, thinking of a word that would suffice. "Ginny." She said, quite happy with herself.

"Come on, Harry has no problem wearing Draco's clothes!" Ginny huffed, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

"Because Draco's always in a suit!" She huffed back, turning around, facing away from her. Ginny's mouth dropped in shock, but she recovered easily, and faced away as well, chin held high.

"Please—ladies, no need to fight over me." Harry mocked, suddenly butting in and flinging his arms around their shoulders, standing in between the two 'redheads'. He was already in his blond wig and Draco's suit, wearing sunglasses. Smiling as he was playfully hit on the arm by Ginny.

"I don't want to wear a mini skirt! Or a tight top for that matter!" Hermione complained.

"Put a sock in it, let's go. Off to Miami!" He announced, and she grudgingly complied, putting on her disguise and sunglasses. "Do I have to act like her too?" She complained, loud enough to receive another wave of glares from Ginny.

"I'm just joking dahling. Oh Draco honey I love you so, so, so, much! Mwah." Hermione started, waving her arms in the air, making a somewhat accurate impression of Ginny. The two redheads laughed at each other. And soon they engulfed in a hug, and Hermione felt her eyes well-up with tears.

"You guys look like twins now!" Harry commented, breaking the sweet moment. "Let's go." He grumbled, making an impression of Draco, also doing a great job with his accent. "Father lets me buy everything for you, darling Ginny. Oh I'm such a cocky bastard." He joked, and by the end of his act, Hermione and Ginny were laughing boisterously as Draco glared at him. Harry just heard the phrase 'If looks could kill, I would be dead by now' go through his head.

"Let's go, guys." Draco grumbled, practically pushing the imposter 'Ginny and Draco' out of the door. Closing it behind him. He could swear he heard Harry say "I told you so. He grumbles 'Let's go' a lot." And soon their footsteps disappeared. Leaving him and his girlfriend stuck in a silence pregnant with anxiety and stillness.

"Ron wants me home in a month." Ginny started, staring at her feet. "Probably to marry some old git. Then I'll be the next Hermione. Great."

Draco felt his heart drop.

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"I can't believe I'm doing this." Hermione muttered to no one in particular as Harry followed squarely behind her. She felt her heart stop as well as her feet freeze on its tracks on the stone staircase leading to his house once her eyes fixed on the mansion in front of her. It as humongous, and it gave her an odd feeling of nostalgia for her home in England. It was painted white, and it was intimidating, like towering over you. It was a good thing that he lot goes far enough to keep neighbors from seeing them, as well as paparazzi taking pictures. Every single thing was perfect about this house. If this was her reaction to the outside, she feared what her reaction would be when she finally went inside this...mansion. She finally found herself and started walking towards the steel door.

"Come on, you wouldn't want to ruin their high spirits, you know. Ginny was just asked to come home in a month. This was the least we could do for them." He reasoned, as Hermione froze in her tracks, her heart beating profusely as she stared at him in shock.

"She can't be coming home!" She exclaimed, finally finding her words.

"She is. Deal with it." He said harshly, but still frowning at the thought of Ginny leaving.

"Swimming pool's right over there." Harry pointed to a small passageway at the side of his house, she snorted.

"You have a swimming pool, in a house that's practically next to the beach!" She laughed, and he looked at her as if she just came from a mental institute. "What?" She huffed.

"You seriously haven't seen those shows about celebrity houses? Everyone has a swimming pool!" He said in disbelief, shaking his head. She rolled her eyes at him. They finally entered. The floor was covered in white tiles and everything was basically painted white. There were two staircases in front of them—one leading to the right, and the other leading to the left—and there was a hall in between. If you went far enough, you would see the living room, and if you turn to your left, the kitchen. And the dinning room was inside as well. But if you turned right, you would find an entertainment room, and an office.

If you went straight while at the living room, you would see two pairs of glass doors, revealing a swimming pool, as well as a large backyard.

"You own the left wing, and I own the right." He pointed to two staircases in front of them. "The kitchen's farther inside," He said, gesturing to the hallway in between the staircases. "And in your wing you'll find a bedroom, bathroom, as well as a library and a few entertainment rooms and such. Everything's fully furnished and that's pretty much it."

"What's in your wing?" Hermione asked, curious.

"You wouldn't want to know." He smirked, "My wing is off-limits—honestly, Casey, stop pouting. I'll see you at dinner." And then he left her.

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Curiosity—especially in the form of a dog—always did kill the cat.

Hermione ended up walking along Harry's wing cautiously, lurking in the darkness, she tiptoed slowly, one foot in front of the other.

Sudden barking made Hermione's heart stop. She turned around, to face a vicious black dog, with yellow eyes and its yellow teeth chattering. She heard herself shriek, and she ran off scared as it started running after her.

"Sirius! There you are!" Harry appeared in front of Hermione, his back facing her—he smelled oddly of medicine, those kind of ointments you put on rashes, or when you have body aches. The dog suddenly sat down as Harry leaned down to pat his head. It waggled its tail appreciatively. "Good boy." He said, smiling. He handed him a dog biscuit. "Thanks for tracking her down for me. You're a good boy!"

"You asked it to track me down?" Hermione screamed, "That's horrible! I didn't know that you would resort to this."

"I didn't know that you would resort to this either." He scowled at her. "Go back to your room, Casey."

"I'm not a child!"

"Don't be difficult!"

"I am not a child!" Hermione shouted back. "You're so—argh!" She disappeared from his sight mumbling insults to him. He watched her leave. What was her deal with that? He returned to the room he came from, patting Sirius on its head.

The room was dimly lit the maroon walls gave a certain ambience to the room, as the only light came from a lamp on the bedside table. Sirius immediately went beside the man in front of him. And he scratched the back of its ear. Making its tail waggle in delight. Harry sniffed the air, it smelled of medicine. He took an apple from the table and chewed it happily. The man in front of him looked at him expectantly.

"Harry, what was all that about?" The man who was sitting on his chair, reading a book, asked.

"Nah, it's nothing Uncle Remus. How's your condition?" Harry asked, gesturing towards the bottles of medicine lined up on a table.

"I'll be fine. You know, still the same." He said, nonchalant, waving his hand in the air. Harry dismissed the topic immediately. "Thanks for letting me stay here. You practically gave this house to my wife and I."

"Anything for you and Aunt Tonks, you know. By the way, where is she?" He asked, Remus gestured to the bathroom. And Harry chuckled.

"Who was that woman?" He asked, nudging Harry on his side.

"She's just staying with us for a while. How is father?" He asked, changing the subject. Remus didn't seem to notice it.

"James called me a while ago." Remus said to him, his face sullen, and his eyes growing dim.

"What?" Harry asked, looking around.

"You know how he is when you're rude to Penelope." He remarked.

Harry felt himself sigh, then rub the side of his neck. He looked down, and fiddled with the hem of his jacket. Remus looked at him expectantly, then nodded at him. "You should rest now, Harry." He said. Patting the young man on his back. "Good night." As Tonks emerged from the bathroom in her pajamas. "Wotcher, Harry!"

"Good night Uncle Remus. Aunt Tonks." He greeted, then closed the door behind him.

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Hermione sat by the stairs by the back of the house, overlooking the swimming pool that had the reflection of the full moon on it. She sighed heavily, and she someone sit beside her.

"Oh. Sirius, is it?" She asked the dog who lied down beside her. She rubbed its head quietly, still hypnotized by the moon. "Ew. You licked me!" She said, giggling.

"Have you ever been to England?" She asked, talking to Sirius, "They have the cutest parks ever." She said. "You might even find a girlfriend there."

Sirius barked at her, and she laughed. "Are you still angry at me?" She asked, and it shook its head. "Good boy." She praised, patting its back. She smiled to herself, she needed someone who wouldn't criticize her. She suddenly missed her cat, Crookshanks.

"I finally have evidence that you're psychotic." A cold voice said from the distance. "You talk to dogs."

"What are you doing here?" She scowled at him, and his emerald green eyes twinkled. Another smirk graced his lips.

"It's my house, remember?" He reminded, sitting beside her.

"Yes, I remember" She said quietly. "Why are you so secretive of your wing? Or whatever you call it?" she asked, "Is there a dead body or something?"

"No..." He said evasively. "It's nothing. Good night." He called Sirius to follow him, and the two left her. She stared at the moon, sighing.

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"Ginny, what if you don't come home?" Draco asked, looking at the wonderful view of the moon by the window, she emerged from the bathroom and called him when she slipped under the sheets. He followed her and went to bed. His arm draped around her waist, and she gave him a meaningful look.

"What do you mean?" She asked quizzically.

"I've been thinking a lot about this...I mean—what if you marry me? You won't go back there, would you?" He asked, and her eyes lit up, and she smiled brightly at him.

"Are you proposing?" She whispered, her eyes brimming with fresh, hot tears.

"In a weird, unromantic way? Yes. Yes I am." He said, smiling.

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"You changed your hair to brown!" Harry said, shocked at Hermione as she entered the dining room. "Who the hell are you? Where's Ginny?" He smirked at her, teasing the woman in front of him.

"Casey. Ginny is probably snogging Draco senseless." She mumbled, sitting down on her chair lazily, nibbling on her piece of toast. He frowned with disgust.

"Eat." He said, shoving his untouched plate full of food to her. She eyed him suspiciously, then took a piece of ham from his plate and put it on hers, and gave the plate back.

"I'm good with this." She mumbled quietly, gesturing to the piece of bread on her hand and the portion of ham on her plate. She ate her food silently.

"Are you okay? You look sick." He asked, looking at her with worry.

"Scary movie. Can't sleep." She mumbled quietly. There were black circles under her eyes, and her shaky behavior made her drop her fork to the floor. She bent down to pick it up, accidentally hitting her head on the table from below. She got up cautiously, checking to see if anyone saw her. Then two pairs of cinnamon colored eyes landed on him.

"Ouch." She mumbled quietly, getting up from the table and almost tripping on the stairs on her way out.

"Good luck, princess." He joked, chuckling as he saw her lose balance and almost fall head first into his dog, Sirius who barked at her, making her jump with surprise.

After 10 minutes, Hermione came back to the dining room, taking a seat beside him. "Can't sleep." She mumbled. "I was always afraid of zombies."

"Was I in the movie?" He joked, and she glared at him.

"You were the man who was stabbed on the back." She shuddered and continued eating. She heard faint laughing from the direction of Harry's room. She stared at him, and raised an eyebrow at him.

"Are you sure that it's just the two of us?" Hermione asked him, "I always hear voices..."

"Yes, Casey. Don't tell me you have the Sixth Sense or something..." He said quietly. "Go with me outside." He grabbed her hand and brought her too the swimming pool. There was a walk way across the pool, allowing them to cross to the other side.

"Watch your step. You've got to see the scenery. It's really beautiul." He said, dragging her towards the small stone path, and standing at the middle. He pointed to the sky.

"See that?" he asked, and she looked up.

"What am I supposed to see?" She asked, staring up.

"It's right there!" He said, then diverted his attention to the woman beside him who was staring at the sky. He smiled mischievously. He held her by her waist and jumped towards the pool, taking her with him. She shrieked in surprise. "What am I supposed to—AHHHH!!"

She gasped for air as she sent glares at him. She got out of the pool, sitting on the walkway. "Harry James Potter you unbelievably childish son of a—" her yelling was muffled by her screams once again as Harry was able to drag her back to the water, he was laughing.

"Come on, Casey, live a little!" he teased.

"I've done my fair share of living!" She said, angry at him.

"Don't ruin the fun! Don't leave." He ordered as she was climbing up again, he grasped her wrist tightly. Sending chills up both of their spines. She rolled her eyes at him As he dragged her in the pool again. They were laughing boisterously. And they heard a door fly open.

"What is all that ruckus over there?" Remus asked jokingly, standing on the balcony that overlooked the swimming pool.

"Harry, you told me no one was living here—then, who's that? Or am I seeing dead people?" Hermione said quietly, color draining from her face, still staring up at the pale, limp man staring back at them.

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"Remus Lupin." The man introduced himself, lifting his arm in the air. Hermione shook it slowly. "Have we met?" He asked.

"No, actually, I haven't met anyone from Harry's side of the family." She began, nudging him on his side.

"So, is there anything else I should know about?" Hermione asked, looking up at the two of them.

"My wife, Nymphadora Tonks is out, she's accompanying the maid to go shopping." He said, sadly.

"Are you okay sir? Are you usually this pale?" She asked, worried.

"Actually I—" Remus began, but Harry cut him off. "He's fine. He's always that way, right, uncle?" He asked, looking at him nervously. Remus looked at his shoes for a while and contemplated.

"Right." He sighed.

"Oh." Hermione let out, and assessing the awkwardness of the situation. "Well, if you need me, I'll be in my room..." She started, and then decided to leave the two men. She quietly turned around and walked briskly towards the direction of her room.

After she was gone, Remus rolled his eyes at Harry. "Don't lie to the poor girl, I get it—I'm going to die." He scoffed.

"You're not going to die. They can treat it, so don't worry." Harry replied sternly. "You're going to get through this."

"And what if I don't?" Remus retorted, crossing his arms over his chest. "She has the right to know."

"You are not going to die." Harry said solidly. "Come on, you're the closest person I've got to a father. And I'm not letting you wallow in your misery, you are going to get through this..."

"James and Penelope care greatly of you. They are your parents." He began, "James just doesn't show it—"

"You're right. He didn't show it—he didn't show it my whole life!" Harry retorted, "I know that mom's death is all depressing but still—"

"He has good intentions, Harry. And you'll know it sooner or later." Remus said, "We'll talk about this later." He walked slowly to him, and patted Harry's back.

"She has the right to know, I know you know." Remus reminded him before leaving Harry alone in the living room, thinking.

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Hermione sighed as she went under the covers of her big, queen-sized bed.

"It's just my first day here. Ugh, and here I am, scared to death and—wait, what was that?" She asked, staring into the darkness as she heard a loud 'thump', her bed shook.

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Knock, knock.

"Casey?" Harry asked, opening his door. His voice was hoarse, he ran his fingers through his black, messy hair. "It's one o'clock in the morning. What are you doing here?"

"Can I stay in with you?" She asked, shivering.

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This will never be a DHr fic, I just felt like putting the moon thingy, if you're in the mood for DHr, visit my new story, Dreamless Slumber :>