Chapter 4-

Alright my dear readers, I am going to try to pick up this story once more. So let's hope that I can get it going, finish, and that it is a good story.

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The cold air coming in from the window doesn't wake the sweating girl who is tossing and turning on her bed inside the Slytherin seventh year girls' room.

"There is something that you must do," an all so familiar voice says in Heather's dream. "You have a destiny to fulfill Heather. You can no longer run away from it."

"I don't understand," Heather says up to the bright sky. "What have I supposedly been running away from? What destiny? Everyone knows I don't belong here. I will be killed if I don't go now. They will kill me."

"Trust us," the voice says sounding more like four people, two women and two men, talking at the same time. "I know what I am doing. I am a part of them, their powers. When the time comes, you will be able to go. Only then, Heather Lin Pacey, only then. You'll see soon what I am talking about.

With that Heather wakes up with a start. She looks to the side and sees the window wide open, and yet her sleeping clothes are clinging to her sweaty form.

'Dawn,' she thinks. 'I might as well go shower.'

…

"Hermione," Heather says once she sees her cousin slump with shaking shoulders over a boulder in the far end of the Black Lake. "What is wrong?"

All the beautiful young woman hears from her cousin is a sob. Heather then takes a seat next to her cousin and puts a comforting hand on the other girl's back.

They sit like that for a while. Heather rubbing Hermione's back every once in a while, while she stares out into the dark water, all the time thinking about the handsome blond that still plagues her mind though it's been a few days.

"How did you know where to find me," Hermione asks half an hour later as she sits up to look at her cousin.

"How do I always know," Heather says feeling her heart break seeing her cousin's tear streak face and red, puffy eyes. "We have always known when we need each other, and were to find each other. Now tell me, what happened to you? Who should I kill in your name?"

"Harry kissed me," Hermione says sniffing at the end.

"So? That is good news, right? You like him too," Heather says with a perplex look in her features.

"No," Hermione says looking hard across the lake and towards the castle. "I like him. He just moved in the spurt of the moment."

"What…"

"I was in the library when Malfoy got a little too close to me," Hermione says trying to make things clear to her cousin. "We started to talk when Harry came over and started to argue with Malfoy about bugging me. So to stop a very useless fight, might I add, I pulled Harry out the library and into the nearest broom closet. I tried to see what he wanted when he started to say these crazy things. He said I was beautiful, and before I knew it he kissed me. We snogged yesterday, and it was so amazing," Hermione stops and takes a deep breath. "An hour later we just went to our dorms and didn't speak a word until this morning. I didn't even go to class after that."

"What happened this morning," Heather asks, afraid to hear the answer.

"He said it was a mistake. That he shouldn't have taken advantage of me like that, and that he was sorry," her lower lip starts to tremble again. "He hopes that this won't mess up our friendship."

"That bloody prat," Heather says with a few other French bad words attach to that. "I don't know what you see in that git."

"He is a great guy once you get to know him," Hermione says laying on her back and looking up at the cloudy sky. "I just shouldn't have fallen for him. He is out of my league."

"No, he doesn't deserve you," Heather says lying next to Hermione before letting out a loud sigh.

Hermione turns to her side to look at her cousin. She sees the dark circles under her eyes and the worn out look that covers her usual optimistic form.

"What's bothering you," she says after a while of silence. "You look like you haven't slept at all last night."

Heather frowns before answering.

"I am not sure," she says stretching her arms over her head, settling down more. It's a good thing it was the weekend. "I had a dream last night. I think that the sorting hat was talking to me, but at the same time it sounded like two men and two women were doing the talking."

"What did the dream say," Hermione asks lying once more on her back.

"Well, for some reason I was complaining about being in my house, the Slytherin house, but the hat said that when the time came I would go to my true house. I have a destiny to fulfill before I leave Slytherin."

"That doesn't make much sense," Hermione says frowning up at a particular large gray cloud. "How can you be sorted into a different house when you belong to another?"

"I don't know."

"Maybe you should talk to Professor Dumbledor. He can resort you, or something."

"No, I think I'll let it play out. Who knows, it can end up being a good thing after all."

"Yeah, you never know."

"Now," Heather says turning to her side so she can look at her cousin while she answers the next question. "What was Draco doing with you in the library?"

Hermione lets out a giggle once she realize that her beautiful, perfect cousin was feeling jealous and insecure.

…

"Where is Hermione," Ron asks as he takes a seat between his quiet, solemn best friend and his younger sister. "I haven't seen her since the class before lunch yesterday."

"I don't know," Ginny says turning to her brother. "She wasn't in her bed this morning or the library," Ginny then turns to Harry who is now looking down at his food, not touching it. "Have you seen or heard from her?"

"Umm," Harry stutters finally looking up at the questioning looks the others were giving him. "I saw her a little this morning."

"Did she say anything," Ron asks signaling with his hand for the green eye guy to continue.

"Not really," Harry shakes his head from side to side. "She seemed to be in a hurry after I said hello to her."

Harry looks down hoping no one notice his small fib. Only a little one since she did run off after their talk this morning.

"Hermione," Harry says standing up from the couch he had slept in the night before. "We need to talk."

Those are the first words he says to her after such a mind blowing snog, well after almost twenty four hours of silence since the mind blowing snog they had.

"I don't want this to affect our friendship," was some of the last words he gave her. "We shouldn't let a stupid decision like this destroy something so strong."

What was he thinking when he said that to her? Stupid, stupid, stupid.

"Don't worry, Harry, your stupidity will never hurt our friendship."

Was the last thing she said, but he knows she wanted to say more. Unfortunately she ran off before he can question her.

"Harry," Ron, Ginny, and Neville say loudly to get his attention.

They have been trying to get his attention for about ten minutes now.

"What," Harry questions a bit irritable.

"Do you want to go and have a pick-up game of quiditch," Ron asks his best friend.

"Sure," Harry answers.

'This should take my mind out of the problem I have with Hermione. Or at least I hope so.'

…..

'Where is she,' Draco thinks as he looks towards the Great Hall's doors.

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