Oh gosh

Oh gosh! Three chapters in one night! I don't think I've done that since I was in a rush to finish Ripples! I'm on a roll and I like it!!

This one's for Rika'sGrayWolf!

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She waded through the misty fog, searching her out.

"Morgaine! Prithee speak of whence you have run to!" She called to her lover.

"I shall speak not, for twill bespoil our gaiety." Came the other girls disembodied laughter.

"Morgaine! Tis not for mine amusment, this hiding of yours. I am afeared that I shall find you slain, or worse…not at all." She half sobbed as the thought of her darling Morgaine dead or disappeared.

The mists cleared and the green gowned woman ran to embrace her lover.

"Cry not, my beautiful Oriel. For as long as I do draw breath, and for many a lifetime after, I shall be solely yours to command." She said soothingly, stroking her hair.

"I wish not to command you my dear enchantress, but to have you with me always. For you are that which twill never fail to cause mine eyes to shine and mine heart to tarry for a beat or more." She smiled up at her, planting a soft kiss on the blonde's plush lips.

Hermione awoke in a cold sweat. Was this a dream? Or some vision of a past life?

But why Morgaine le Faye? Why the famous sister of King Arthur?

Why her lover?

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All through that day Hermione couldn't take her eyes from the slim girl.

It was like and addiction.

She was certain this was the girl. Even when her song lay dormant, even when she was clad in the same school robes as everyone else instead of green satin, she knew.

This was the girl from her dreams.

At first she would do nothing more than sneak one quick glance at the beginning of each class. But it was escalating, soon she couldn't stop even for a second.

She sneaked another glance.

She hoped no one would notice!

She looked around the room, but everyone was occupied with everyone else, no one was watching Hermione. No one except Pansy.

But she didn't know that.

As Hermione scanned each person in the room ten times over, Pansy observed Hermione.

Who was this seemingly normal Gryffindor who had so captured her dreams?

More importantly, what was she? She couldn't simply be just another muggle-born.

It was much more complicated than that.

She felt as if she had known this girl for eons, maybe longer.

She was beautiful, for a mudblood. She had to give her that. Her hair, which in previous years had been busy and brown, had smoothed out into sparkling chestnut curls than hung down to her waist.

Her eyes that were so nervous and red rimmed now were normally a shining innocent chocolate color. Her thick lashes that required no mascara were long and luscious.

But her best feature had to be her plump lips. They were like two slices of ripe strawberry waiting to be eaten.

How Pansy would love to be the one to eat them.

"Je vous aurai, mon amour." She said wistfully.

And then the bell rang.

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Je vous aurai, mon amour: I will have you, my love.