Disclaimer: Me no own Harry Potter.

A/N: The first half is a dream.

Chapter Four

White light engulfed her. She tried to look past the light to her surroundings but the light was too harsh.

"Hermione," the voice echoed and Hermione tried to look for the owner of the voice but saw nothing but bright white light. "Hermione, c'mon, we're going to be late."

"Late?" she asked.

"Yes. Now come on." the voice urged.

"Who are you?"

"'Mione, it's me." he sounded familiar but Hermione couldn't put a face on the voice, the echo wasn't helping at all either.

"Who?"

"Don't tell me you've forgotten me already." Hermione's eyes widened, she knew who it was! She was reassured when he walked out from behind the light and came near her.

"Harry!" she screamed as she ran towards him. They embraced until Harry took a hold of her hand.

"Let's go." he smiled.

"Okay." She didn't care where they were going, as long as she was back with Harry, it didn't matter.

"Where's Ron?" she asked as he led her into the white light.

"Ron's already there." Harry answered.

"Where?"

The bright light faded and was replaced by the natural light of the sun. "C'mon, it's already started." he said as their feet crunched beneath the grass as they walked.

It took Hermione a few seconds to realize where she was and where they were heading to but once she did she stopped in her tracks. "Harry, no." she whispered as she shook her head, grasping his hand tighter.

She saw a crowd further ahead, all dressed in black and crowded around together. Sadness radiated off them, tears escaped them, just like it had on that very day.

"It's okay Hermione, I'm here." Harry spoke gently as he wiped away a tear Hermione hadn't realized was there.

Grudgingly Hermione continued to walk alongside Harry. They slowly made their way forward just in time for Hermione to see the other version of her get nudged by Ron. His lips moved, she blinked, stepped forward, took a white rose, kissed and put it on the casket before making her way back.

Harry gave her hand a squeeze and smiled. Without a word Hermione knew he understood what it meant. It was a simple gesture to show that she loved him and would miss him.

Hermione watched as the other her did a double take and slowly slipped away from the group. The real Hermione knew what this meant and instantly alerted Harry.

"Harry, Malfoy's here!" she said urgently. Harry nodded as if he already knew. "Well, shouldn't we do something about that?" she urged.

"He's not going to cause any harm 'Mione." he said casually as he kept his attention on the service being held in his honor.

"But it's Malfoy." she said as if she needed no explanation.

"Yeah, I know. He's okay though."

Hermione looked at him as if he were insane. "Harry, have you lost your mind?"

"Trust me, 'Mione, he's alright."

"Oh yeah? THEN WHO THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO TAKE IT OUT ON!" the other Hermione yelled.

Almost instantly the crowd began running past them. "Hermione, please, trust me." he said as he slowly faded away.

"Harry! HARRY! HARRY NO!" Hermione yelled as she tried to keep his disappearing grip. "Harry... no." she sobbed.

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Slam!

Hermione lifted her head from her folded arms. "Somebody didn't get sleep last night." Ginny commented at Hermione as she dozed off the next morning in the kitchen.

"Oh, um... yeah." Hermione sighed as she took the cup that was placed in front of her and drank the caffeine filled goodness of coffee.

"What happened dear, didn't sleep well?" Molly Weasley asked as she waved her wand and let the dishes wash themselves.

"Then she's not the only one." Ginny said as she poured herself another cup of coffee. Hermione looked at Ginny, heavy bags lay under her tired eyes, hair not at it's healthiest and neither was her skin. Slowly she was deteriorating but Hermione had faith she would pull through and put herself back together.

Then there was Molly, the one set on looking after everybody, looking uneasy. Like there was something she could do yet nothing to put everything back in it's place. She sat down at the table joining them and poured herself a cup of coffee. It seemed like everyone was drinking it lately. The boys were off doing whatever it was they were doing these days leaving the burrow empty for just Molly, Ginny and Hermione.

"So girls, what shall we do today?" Molly asked, trying to sound cheerful as she tried to lift the depressing mood. Hermione and Ginny shrugged. "Then we can knit some sweaters for the boys." Molly smiled happily.

"Ughh!" Hermione and Ginny groaned.

"Fine, knit yourself's something."

"Ughhh." they groaned again.

"You're fault for not suggesting anything, now up, up, up!" Molly said as she went into the living room followed begrudgingly by Hermione and Ginny.

"Great, knitting." Ginny said sarcastically, "What a load of fun that is." she sat down on the couch.

"We could knit little hats for elves." Hermione said happily, sitting beside her.

Ginny glared at Hermione, earning a laugh from the brunette.

"Not funny."

Hermione tried to hide a smile as she grabbed some yarn from the basket on the table and began to knit.