Bros, I'm sorry for leaving you all. I can only blame it on Tumblr and college essays. Which I still do at the last minute cause I'm a rebel. But hey, with the help of the noodle woman, I have a few more ideas. Warning, things will get rather confusing and weird. Have fun!

And that's when I wake up.

Back in the tent.

I imagined the meeting. I dreamt it? Of course I did. You can't Apparate in or out of Hogwarts. Did I eat something weird last night? Was I on drugs? Dreams feel real while we're in them. It's only when we wake up that we realize something was actually strange. It never occurred to me.

With the slightest disturbance, the dream's going to collapse. My disturbance was Harry, singing, "I wish I knew how to break this spell, I'll take your hat, your hair looks swell, I'll have to say no-no-no-sir…"

I mumble, "Oh but it's cold outside!"

Then I imagine him and Ron having a sing off, Ron saying he simply must go, and such. I can't help sniggering.

"Accio Marlboro."

It works. Some person's cigarettes zoom into my hand, and then I light one with my wand. I go out in my pyjamas, and smoke. I never have before, and the ash scrapes at my throat but I will not cough.

Quite a distance away, Draco Malfoy is disturbed.

Who the hell just nicked his morning smoke?

DINKLEBURG.

Loln.

He blames it on the boogie.

Seriously though, he is vaguely confused but goes for another Muggle pack. A secret pack. His parents would literally kill him if they knew.

Obviously.

"HERMIONE."

"Yes?"
"We need to go to Godric's Hollow. I mean I want to cry over my parents who only knew me for a year yet you had to Obliviate yours into Oblivion but I am quite self indulged sometimes sozzer."
"Right, yes, let's go. On the road again, we're on the road again. I'm on my way, from misery to happiness today, aha, aha, aha!"

Then I see Draco standing in front of us just as I realise it's Christmas Eve. I rush to him as Harry sits and does his knitting. "You remind me of someone... a man I met in a half-remembered dream. He was possessed of some radical notions." I tell Draco, and he's enthralled, his pupils are huge. "Your eyes look like they have a whole world in them." He whispers. I smile knowingly, "You're less than perfect and I love it."
His mean face stares at me. "How did you get here?" and I open my mouth to explain, but I realise I don't know.

How did I get here?

"Hermione! Wake up, people might stare, oh god I knew you'd crack at some point. Wake up please or I'll have to do an Argumenti! Wake up please!"

Harry is shaking me. I'm weirdly cold. "Do you know what it is to be a lover? Half of a whole?" I ask him, as his pale face stares at me upside down.

"What? Oh thank god, you're awake, what, did you faint? Have you been eating?"

Sitting up slowly and brushing the snow off me, I gaze around in wonderment. "Oh. We're at the church yard. We're here, Harry. I thought to get back to reality, I'd have to, you know, die. What happened?"

"You started muttering about being on the road, and then you went really pale and collapsed."
"Oh. Okay. Well, let's look anyway."

As we stalk the graveyard, I feel like Harry, possessed by You Know Who. Or even more worryingly, Bella Swan, wanting to hallucinate over Edward, her granite 107 year old virgin boyfriend.

Mother of god no.

Yet I trip and stumble trying, through this heartless world and sit behind one gravestone. "Blaise, I know Inception is possible because I'm experimenting on Hermione!"

"Are you out of your mind? She'll think the universe is collapsing, that our world as we know it is coming to an end?"
"Oh, it isn't?" his tone challenges his best friend. "She won't make sense of this, she'll think she's dreaming. Even if she hears this she won't fully comprehend it. I'll block the conversat—"

Small events, big events whirl by. A snake. A woman. A transformation. The end of time. Harry crying out with the bites. I save his life once more and blindly try to quiet him, but tears run down his cheeks, making me sob too. I'm going insane surely? I'm hearing Draco's voice. I don't want to, unless he's truly here. Please, let it all stop. "Stop."

"Let me give you a hand." The voice suggests.

"You beautiful bastard. Draco? Is it really you?"
"What are you doing here? You're supposed to be in Albania!"
"No, that's what everyone assumes. We're getting the Horcruxes destroyed, but it's so hard. Ron left us, he couldn't take it and only the spells are keeping us hidden. I suppose you used some combat spell to find us."
"But you're a Muggle. What about your father, your mother?"
"Obliviated." I cry, shaking as the tears stick to my face, my hair isn't brushed, but that's the last thing on my mind. "They're in Australia, I can only hope the Death Eaters don't find them. I have no family. Only Harry. He's so weak. Nagini bit him and I feel like everything is falling apart."

Draco stares at me hopelessly as I have a breakdown, truly looking as if I'm going to have a seizure of some sort, shaking, starting at my neck and the idiot boy suggests, "Maybe you should believe in God."
"Should I?"
"Yeah, the whole human race."
"I think he might be dead."

Words don't reach people. What does? We're born, we cry, we fight, we fuck, we eat, we die. I fumble around for the cigarettes and offer one to Draco. "You smoke, right?" I say carelessly and he nods blankly. I light two, and stick one in my mouth. He copies, an expert whilst I'm still getting used to how to actually inhale without choking half to death. "You suck it," he tells me, and my eyes water. As Harry turns over and finally falls into a dreamless sleep, Draco peels off my clothes as I finish the cigarette (and feeling a lot better for it) he tells me to lie down as he undresses too. "In the bathroom." He explains. I lie in the bath with an extreme sense of déjà vu as he washes me with the utmost care, and I even wash his hair, pressing my naked self against his back. Lathered together, we rinse our hair. I feel so awake, and see things I've never seen before. How his hair is slightly ragged and longer, his arms have red trails. He must drag his nails down them in frustration. I want to ask if he rolls his school shirt sleeves up anymore, but then I realise he could have healed his arms. What has happened?

What has happened to the world? The muggle one, the wizard one? Have they collapsed, merged, swapped? Draco isn't smug and high and mighty, the pureblood racist who is meant to despise Mudbloods is letting a Muggle born girl wash his skin. Two little people falling into pieces share mouths, reassemble. Bigger, smaller, better, finer. Little pieces everywhere. Love is an exercise in always telling lies and breaking hearts. When he's naked, I long to watch forever, as he can't just sit and stare at me for much longer, rosy and natural. His hand reaches out and touches. My eyes close as goose bumps appear and dry electricity runs down me. A moan jumps out before I can stop it. "Hermione, you're beautiful." He tells me as he kisses below my neck. "You're really bloody beautiful."

Every inch, every scar. From his head to his toes, he's so flawed. The mark, and those self inflicted scratches. His mental state and who knows what else has caused that. I touch him everywhere and he bites his lip. I'm so curious as I find dips and swirls here and there over his battered skin, which has taken so much lately. We lay next to each other to dry. I don't feel cold, I feel warm. We change from just next to each other to literally me on top of him. Not sex. Just my warmth on him. His hands touch just above my stomach. Below my neck. They're warm and soft. We both are. I have to tell him something.

"You're infecting my mind!" I admit as I pull on underwear, jeans and a jumper, pushing his mouth away from somewhere.
He attempts to explain: "I was trying to save you."
"You betrayed me, but you can still make amends. You can still keep your promise. We can still be together, right here. In the world we built together."

He betrays me by coming back into my life after almost killing Ron, Dumbledore and causing so much pain. He can improve. We could go right back to the Room.

"I know. But this isn't a real. Touch me, Hermione." He whispers. I try, but my sense of touch has gone. Time slows, everything slows. Trying to shout, no noise leaves my mouth, nothing at all. He is gone, and I jerk back to reality as I sponge down Harry, who regains consciousness.

Dream. It was just a dream.

Back to reality Hermione. Sponge Harry, explain his wand is destroyed, keep moving, keep saving the world from more destruction.

Well, well, well. Isn't this cute? Inception is one insane film but gr8 still. I hope you liked, let me know please! Meg/I'mGoodAtLife xxx