Ok ok second chapter! This is for my new found muse! I would never have EVER written this story without her!
This one's for Rika'sGrayWolf!
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Hermione sat away from her normal group. It wasn't that they weren't getting along. Quite the opposite, in fact. She just could bring herself to site with them.
She thought back the dream she had last night. It wasn't very clear, all she could remember was a beautiful girl in a tower…the girl had seemed oddly familiar.
She rubbed the bridge of her nose. This was getting irritating. These dreams had to be telling her something. It was always the same dream of the girl in the tower singing Habanera.
Suddenly her dreams came to life as the song floated in and around her head.
She turned quickly, scanning the room. Her eyes fell on the Slytherin table where the girl from her dream sang as if in a trance.
She felt her mind start to haze over as she slipped out of her seat and nearly glided towards the girl.
She could tell the girl could feel the pull too, because she had stood up in unison with Hermione and was approaching her, still singing in that haunting voice.
They met halfway and stopped just as the girl's last note had faded.
The haze on her mind lifted and Hermione could see the enchantress from her dreams clearly for the first time.
"Enfin nous nous réunissons." The girl said with a soft smile.
"Il a été trop long, mon amour." She replied.
"Ou pas assez longtemps" was the retort.
What was going on! Hermione didn't even know this girl! Or French for that matter!
As soon as she came to this realization both girls reared back as if they had been slapped and hurried back to their own tables.
As she sat back down she heard Ron call to her from the other end of the table.
"What was that about Hermione?" he asked, perplexed.
"Umm…I have no idea…Parkinson wanted to have a row…or something." She finished nervously.
Luckily Ron wasn't that bright so he bought it and Harry hadn't been paying attention to anyone but Malfoy the entire day. She was safe.
For now.
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Chapter title: Meeting again for a moment.
Enfin nous nous reunissons: We meet at last.
Il a ete trop long mon amour: It has been to long my love.
Ou pas asses longtemps: Or not long enough
