Straps on an army helmet and hides under the computer desk until the bombing from angry readers stops.
I am so sorry that I haven't update in forever. (seriously forever) And this time I can't blame my teachers. I had writers block. I did, I really really really really truly did. But I updated, before the year was out too. claps hands happily Now I'm sure that you all want to read the chapter so I'll stop typing in a minute. Just remember one thing, if you kill me now for not updating fast enough, you'll never get another chapter because I'll be dead, and then you'll never know how it ends.
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Remembering Hogwarts
Miranda spent the rest of the time until another teacher and some students showed up gushing about the flowers. And then everyone had to gush about them, and ask where they came from, and Hermione learned just how much the mothers knew of her non-existent love life. It was a relief to get home, to which she found two letter in her mail box.
Hermione, the first read,
I'm sorry that I can't see you today, and I probably won't be able to see you for at least a week, as my businesses are taking up all my time. I just wanted to tell you that I had a lovely time last night, and I hope you will let me see you again. If you want to see me too, just leave a letter with my name on it in the mailbox. You don't need to address it anymore then that, it will get to me. I promise to explain that later.
Hoping to hear from you soon,
Draco Malfoy.
Hermione sighed and quickly tucked it into her purse before Miranda, who was in the washroom, or Laura, who was in the kitchen doing homework, would get a chance to see it. She quickly opened the other.
Hermione, it read in an untidy scrawl,
I'm sure you don't remember me, but I assure you we did know each other at one point in our lives. Back when you still went to Hogwarts in fact, if you remember Hogwarts at all. I guess I should introduce myself.
I'm Ron Weasley, I'm the same age as you, and I was once yours and Harry Potters, best friend. We used to be quite close actually. But then the idiotic law was passed and you were passed off to that brute like packaged meat. I still remember your wedding day when you told the brute no. But then that left you like you are now. I almost don't know which was better for you. To be with the brute and remember everything, but live in constant pain, or to be were you are now, and don't know a thing.
But you are about to make a grave mistake Hermione. Please, PLEASE, for the sake of your life, your sanity and anything that you hold dear, do not fall into Malfoy's carefully spun web. Please, as your best friend, I beg you not to fall for him.
Love,
Ron.
Hermione looked at the letter in shock, as Miranda came back into the room. "Who's that from?"
"Dunno," Hermione said shrugging, handing Miranda the letter, "a teenager pulling a prank probably." Though she should believe that, the red flag in her mind sprang up again, telling her to believe this Ron. After all she has been having dreams of a Ron Weasley. And how would he know about Draco?
"Wow," Miranda laughed as she finished reading the letter, "I think someone forgot to take is meds today."
"Ya," Hermione said. "You can toss it." She looked at the clock, and said loudly, "And I think its time for a certain Ballerina to start getting ready for bed."
"Ah, mom, do I have to?" Laura's voice floated back.
"Yes," Hermione called, and headed to shoo her daughter to her room. An hour later, Laura was safely tucked into bed. And then after a half hour of talking with Miranda, Hermione grabbed the books from the library and slipped off to her room.
Falling into some stretches Hermione opened one and started to read, periodically switching which stretch she was doing. She had to laugh at some of the suggestions the books said. Some of the funniest were about witches and wizards, and their spells used to suppress or remove memories, something about dreams being memories of a past life, and the best and funniest dreams giving off forewarning of danger.
"Stupidity," Hermione muttered getting up. She switched into a nightgown, and fell into bed.
"This," Dream Hermione said handing her friend the letter. "It's a letter to my friends from school. I haven't talked to them in a while, and I'm sure they're wondering why."
"Why do you need me to send it," Miranda asked confused taking the envelope.
"Because Ma… Draco won't let me send them any mail," Dream Hermione said, "he won't let me send anyone mail."
"Of course," Miranda said slipping it inside her purse. "But Hermione, to tell you the truth, I don't think this Draco is the kind of guy you really should marry."
"I know. I have to marry him though. I don't want to," Dream Hermione whispered, "but it's complicated. Not marrying him could mean the end of everything."
"Of what?" Miranda asked skeptically, "The end of you getting pushed around?"
"Much more then that," Dream Hermione said, fixing her make-up slightly so Malfoy wouldn't get suspicious, "it's really hard to understand, and if I told you, you would think that either I was insane, or if you do believe me, the only way to prove myself was taken away from me."
"Minnie," Miranda said, "I won't think you're insane."
Miranda blinked a couple times, "Witch? Memory erased?" Dream Hermione nodded. "Okay tell me slower," Miranda started, "You're a witch?" Dream Hermione nodded. "Like real spell casting with a wand witch?" Dream Hermione nodded. "Do you have your wand with you?" Dream Hermione sadly shook her head. "Why not?"
"He took it," Dream Hermione said between her teeth, "until I could 'behave myself.'"
Miranda scowled, "What did you mean having your memory erased? You can actually have memories removed?"
"It's being debated," Dream Hermione said, "some theologians believe it just suppresses the memories so you can't access them; without intensive therapy. And some believe the spell actually removes the memory." Miranda gave Dream Hermione a blank look, "It's inconclusive."
Hermione didn't jolt awake from this one dream, for which she was thankful for, but it shook her just as badly as all the others. She felt like she was watching an old video, where some of the film had faded so she missed key peaces of the film.
"You losing it Granger," she told herself. "It was just a dream. Get over it." And she rolled over and went back to sleep easily.
For the next six days letters from Draco kept, and each night Hermione dreamt something that seamed like a warning. In every dream Draco would be evil, while the Draco she knew was nothing like that. In other dreams Draco would not be in it, and her dream self would be having a great time with her dream friends.
On the seventh day she had a date with Draco, and spent two hours getting ready. A record for herself. Though if Miranda had had her way Hermione would have spent the whole day getting ready. Laura was slightly upset that she didn't get to go on the date, but Hermione promised to tell her everything about it so she wouldn't feel so left out. After what seemed like hours to Hermione; and probably even longer to Miranda; Draco was at the door.
"You look beautiful," he sighed after they managed to escape from Miranda. They had been walking down the street, and he reached with his far arm to brush her cheek with his fingertips. As he did that Hermione got another one of her sensations.
His soft velvet finger tips ran down her cheek as he looked into her eyes. Stone cold grey eyes that seemed incapable of holding love. And as his fingers ran off her chin he raised his hand and slapped it across her already bruised cheek.
Hermione looked at Draco in shock, pulling her arm from his. Draco looked slightly alarmed at this. "You hit me," Hermione accused.
"No I didn't," Draco said slowly.
"You did, just now," Hermione pressed. "And it's not the first time you've hit me either! I know it isn't!"
"Hermione," he said stepping forward, stretching out his hand. Hermione took a step back.
"Don't," Hermione said, tears filling her eyes.
"Hermione," he sighed, "let me explain."
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