Hermione saw the visions.

It was the summer before their seventh year, and she had gone to talk to Fleur, of all people. She asked for help- he wasn't noticing her. Fleur smiled and sat her down to help her, glad to be asked for help.

She was sitting on the bed, listening to Fleur talk on and on, telling her everything she wanted to know. It must have taken her a few hours, since the sunlight from outside the window was fading slowly.

She saw herself in the mirror, on a completely different day, looking rather nice and so different. She saw Ron and Harry at the Hogwarts Express, and the Hermione that was simply looking in on these visions smiled nervously at Harry's and Ron's awestruck faces, as the girl walked by them. Ron, especially, looked like a madman, almost, but his face, though awfully red for some reason, was much like the other guys around them, Hermione noticed.

But all that mattered was that Ron saw her.

Really saw her.

Surprising herself, Hermione did not go up and say hello to them. She saw herself smile a little bit, and walk over to Ginny. She was whispering to Ginny, who had been evidently aware of the situation and was helping Hermione make it a surprise.

Hermione was whisked away to another vision. It was a wedding- Ginny's and Harry's. She saw Ron, grinning across from in his spot as Best Man. Hermione, who was evidently the Maid of Honor, beamed back, and noticed he had a ring on his left hand. Her heart sunk a little, but then reminded herself that visions meant nothing, that things could still be changed.

Suddenly, she was back in the Divination room, sitting in her chair.

They all looked up at each other distractedly, wondering if the others had seen what they'd seen, or if they'd seen anything at all, for that matter.

"What'd you see?" Ron asked Harry, after they'd all recovered from the effects of their vision-induced stupor.

"I saw-" He looked at Ron, wondering whether or not he'd like to hear about his best friend and little sister, and the fact that he'd be getting married to some anonymous and beautiful girl. He didn't say that. Not with Hermione there. "I- well, Ginny was there," he supplied.

Ron nodded, seeming to understand the rest- either through guesswork or by looking at the grin on Harry's face. Hermione was beaming at him, like her goal in life was to see Harry and Ginny get married, and it had just occurred.

"And you?" Harry said to Ron.

Ron grinned. "There's this Veela girl. She'll be at Hogwarts next year. And-" Here he turned red. "And, later, we get married!" he finished hurriedly. Well, if they had seen her, they would have understood why he had the best future by far. He turned to Hermione. "Oi, Hermione, what'd you see?"

"I-" She stopped herself, remembering the ring on Ron's finger and his description of his pretty Veela-wife. "Nothing, you know this class is rubbish," she said, slightly heatedly, and rushed out of class as the teacher dismissed them.