I am so sorry. My teachers are evil, blame them. My English teacher was making us write a short story (and I was having writers block on it). My socials teacher had given us an assignment, and that was just last week. The week before I was too tired to do anything. So I am sorry that this is so late. But its up. Finally.

Disclaimer: As always, I own nothing. Nothing at all.

Remembering Hogwarts

"Alright Minnie," Miranda said the moment the door closed, "spill!"

"Shhhh," Hermione hissed. Miranda made an 'o' with her mouth, put a finger to her lips and tip toed to Laura's door to open it for Hermione. Miranda pulled back the covers and left the room. Gently Hermione laid her daughter down and slid her shoes, socks, and windbreaker off. She debated on whether she should change her into pajama's, and eventually settled against it, she might wake Laura up; and Laura was almost getting to old for that. So instead Hermione slid Laura's feet under the covers and pulled the covers up to her daughters chin, kissed her forehead, and tip toed out of the room, flicking the light off as she left.

"I like Mr. Malfoy Mommy," Laura mumbled just before Hermione shut the door. Hermione looked back, but Laura was still fast asleep. She smiled and shut the door.

Quietly she walked to the kitchen, where Miranda was perched at the table. "Okay, now spill." Hermione looked at her politely and put the kettle on the stove. "Come on Minnie, spill."

"Over tea," Hermione promised. Miranda rolled her eyes, and Hermione had to resist a smile, it was a little too much fun to bug Miranda. Slowly the water began to boil, and from the corner of her eye, Hermione could see Miranda literally bouncing in her seat. "What flavor do you want?"

"I want you to spill," Miranda replied eagerly. "I want to know what happened!"

"I'm sorry, we don't have that flavor," Hermione said, making a show of looking through all their teas.

"Lemon," Miranda muttered. Hermione quickly picked out the tea bag, and picked a mint for herself. She filled two mugs up with the boiling water, put the tea bags in and walked back to the table. Placing them down, she lowered herself into a chair and reached for the sugar. After four spoonfuls of sugar, she pulled the teabag out, and placed it on a coaster, stirred the tea, inhaled the aroma of it before taking a sip that slightly burnt her tongue.

"Hermione Granger!" Miranda hissed, "Stop patronizing me and spill."

"Alright," Hermione said with a big sigh, setting her tea down. "He took Laura to Banana Land. And after we went to dinner over in Ruckersville."

Miranda's face fell. "Details girl. Details!"

"Well, at Banana Land he had to go talk to a business associate slash best friend," Miranda's face darkened, "but only because it was unavoidable. I talked to the associates wife while they were out. No big deal. Although the associate, Blaise, could use a lesson in the manner and civility area. And then we took a bus to Ruckersville, and had a great time there, and just out of that town was this cozy adorable little restaurant, and he treated us to dinner. He wouldn't let me pay for anything," Miranda sighed romantically. "When Laura fell asleep we left, and he carried her back to the bus station, and held her on his lap on the way back. I fell asleep too, and ended up waking up with my head on his shoulder." Hermione blushed at that. "And then he carried Laura back here. And he even blew me a kiss goodnight."

"Only blew?" Miranda asked.

"Well first off I would not have let him kiss me anyway. And besides, he said he would have kissed my hand, if it wasn't for the fact that I was now holding Laura," Hermione clarified, taking another sip of tea.

"Was he sweet?" Miranda demanded. Hermione nodded. "Kind?" Another nod. "Gentle?" Hermione rolled her eyes with her nod this time. "Well come on Minnie, you have to give me more details then that." Hermione sighed, finished her tea in a couple gulps, scorching her mouth as she did so. She got up and put her mug in the sink.

"You know Mandy," Hermione said walking to the kitchen door, she stopped to turn to her friend, "you wouldn't need all my details if you left my love life alone, and focused on yours."

"Hey, my love life is fine!" Miranda replied indignantly.

"When was the last time you were on a date?" Hermione asked.

Miranda blushed and muttered, "Well at least my love life is better then yours."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Goodnight Miranda."

"You're going to bed already?"

"Haven't been sleeping well," Hermione replied exiting the room. Back in her bedroom, she quickly changed into her flannel pajamas and curled into bed. Stifling a yawn, she turned on her lamp and pulled a book off her nightstand, and started to read it. Before long, and unknown to her, she was fast asleep.

It was the oddest dream Hermione had yet. It started she was running; with Harry, Ron, and a boy Dream Hermione identified as Neville; down a corridor, the door at the end was locked. Dream Hermione whipped out a stick muttered some bogus words and the door unlocked. Almost immediately Real Hermione's and Dream Hermione's hearts hit the floor. In the room was a large three headed dog. With scream everyone in the dream turned and ran from the room. Suddenly the Hermione's were alone. Dream Hermione was running from the library, holding a mirror and a book. She used the mirror to look around the corner, and then collapsed cold out on the floor. And just as suddenly as before the Hermione's were climbing off of a hospital bed, Ron was stuck on one with a broken leg, and Harry was already passing. A man with long white hair and a white beard; Dream Hermione called him Dumbledore; was telling them something. Dream Hermione put some sort of weird necklace over the Hermione's and Harry, started twisting the odd pendant, and suddenly the room became a blur of colours. And just as fast Hermione was sitting in a seat high above the ground looking into a maze, desperately searching for someone; Dream Hermione was looking for Harry who had just gone missing. And then they were suddenly running down another corridor, tossing curses over their shoulder at the approaching men in black robes.

Hermione sat straight up, her heart racing wildly against her chest like she had been running for hours, and her head was pounding. She looked at her alarm clock; it was three in the morning.

"Great," she muttered, shoving her book aside. She slide out from under her covers, and stumbled to the washroom. She got two aspirin before stumbling to the kitchen. She swallowed the pills with a couple gulps of water, dumped the rest out and put the cup in the dishwasher. She flicked off the lights and dragged her feet back to her room, and collapsed back onto the bed, forgetting about the covers.

A beeping noise was what next woke her up. She forced her eyes open and looked at the clock again; now it was six-thirty. She slammed her hand down on the off switch, rubbed her eyes, stretched, and climbed out of bed. Dressing in jeans and a t-shirt she tossed her hair; without brushing it; into a ponytail and shuffled down the hall to Laura's room.

The morning passed quickly enough. Hermione managed to drag Laura out of bed, and somehow get her off to school. Miranda did the dishes, and then they both split up to do different things. It was Miranda's turn to do the grocery shopping, and Hermione needed more paper for her binders at the studio, pens; people kept walking off with them; as well the studio itself needed more ice packs, Band-Aids, tape, and other such stuff to help with dance related injuries.

She had her paper and pens when she pulled into the library. She could use some new books, so with a sigh she turned off the car and went into the building. She walked down a section she usually didn't go down. More of the fringe stuff. Dream interpretation, numerology and such. She pulled a promising dream interpretation book, and a book entitled 'Unlocking Your Dreams and Visions.' She read the back of both before checking them out and continuing her shopping. For lunch she went to a local cafe and had a muffin and tea while reading the first book. She flipped through it, trying to find something that matched up to her odd dreaming lately. The interpretations of the things that did line up did not seam logical to her. So finally she tossed the book into the back seat of her car and drove to the studio.

She usually arrived early at the studio, even earlier then Miranda. She put the ice packs into the freezer, the pens in the pen container, papers into her countless number of binders, and tape and Band-Aids were they could be reached by students. She finished up the rest of her booking when Miranda showed up.

"Hey Minnie," Miranda greeted.

"Keep that up Mandy…" Hermione mumbled leaving the threat hanging.

"Anyway I was thinking, for the year end show, we really need the costumes. And I can't find a great costume for the pre-primary ballet class. There's only four of them. We could make the costumes," Miranda said, taking a set behind the desk next to Hermione.

"That could work," Hermione said, inwardly groaning. Another thing to add to their list of year end need-to-be-dones. "Did you have anything in mind?"

Before Miranda could answer a knock came on the studio door. Exchanging a slightly shocked look with Hermione; as no one usually was this early for class, and the other teachers never knocked; Miranda opened the door. Hidden behind a large bouquet of flowers was a man in a blue delivery suit.

"I'm looking for a Miss Hermione Granger," he announced around the flowers. Hermione stumbled to her feet, and tripped over the corner of the desk as she went to the door.

"I'm Hermione," she said.

The man handed her the flowers, "These are for you. Someone must really love you. Have a good day," and he left. Setting the flowers down so she could look at them, Hermione looked at the flowers. A dozen roses sat nestled in the crystal vase, surrounded by daisies. The vase they came in was pink, and had a ballerina on it. With a smile Hermione bent down to smell the flowers.

"You ordered flowers?" Miranda asked. Hermione shook her head and looked at Miranda, who was positively bursting at the seams. "Well who sent it for you?" Hermione searched the flowers for the card. It was on the side under a daisy. She pulled it out. The card was purple; the writing on it was bold and angular.

'Beautiful flowers for a beautiful secretary,' was all it read.

Any guesses on who sent the flowers?

YEP it's Draco!

I really hoped you liked this chapter. She's finally forcing herself to figure out whats going on with herself (though books aren't really going to help her).

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