A/N- I REALLY hate this chapter. I was experiencing severe writers block and it just turned out... terrible. I'll make the next one extra long, I promise.

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DISCLAIMER- No tengo los papeles tener los libros de 'Harry Potter'. Estoy muy triste. :'(

Chapter Fourteen

The wind whistled through the halls of Hogwarts. There were only a few days until break, and the calm was relaxing to all the students, even if the excess homework was weighing down on their shoulders.

For some, it was not quite so peaceful.

"You did WHAT?" Al shouted, tugging at his hair. Him, Scorpius and Rose were in the Hospital Wing, waiting for Hermione to awaken. She was lying beneath the covers in one of the cots, her breathing slow and steady. She had completely passed out, and Madam Promfrey had informed the trio that she had been slightly dehydrated, hence her continuous slumber.

They could not evade the confrontation, however, though they could try and pass it off as a hallucination. Scorpius was praying it would work, while Al was not even bothering to anticipate how she would react. Rose knew that her mother wouldn't buy their false story; Hermione Granger was the opposite of stupid.

"We… er… didn't mean to…" Scorpius murmured, rather sheepishly.

"Ok," Al paced at the foot of the hospital bed, wringing his hands, "Alright. So first, you're kissing my cousin, IN THE LIBRARY, where ANYONE could've seen. And then there's the fact that my AUNT saw you, and you're supposed to be SIBLINGS. AND THEN she PASSES OUT, but not before ROSE said that she was her FUTURE DAUGHTER!" The dark-haired boy finished his tirade, taking a deep breath as if to continue. Before he could, Rose interrupted him.

"Oh, c'mon Al. We all knew that this would happen sometime or another. I mean, it's the most climatic thing that has happened in a while,"

"CLICHÉ-NESS IS NOT WHAT WE NEED RIGHT NOW ROSE!" Al roared, happy that the Hospital Wing was deserted of students, "I JUST WANT TO GO HOME, ALRIGHT?"

Scorpius, who had been oddly quiet, stepped in suddenly, placing a calming hand on his best friend's shoulder, "And we will," He reassured, "I'm sorry that we're stressing you out Al,"

Rose nodded in agreement, wrapping her arms around her cousin, "Yeah Al. We love you, forever and ever,"

"Isn't this sweet," The familiar voice of Severus Snape sounded from the end of the room. The trio pulled apart swiftly, each member looking at the floor. Snape swept closer, his black robes billowing out behind him. In one hand was a small vial full of what appeared to be water.

"What is…?" Rose gestured towards the vial, but Scorpius elbowed her in the side, effectively silencing her.

"I was called upon to give Miss Granger a water-replenishing potion," Snape sneered at them, "For her dehydration. Unless I am incorrect and she is merely faking… Miss Granger!"

Hermione squeaked in the bed behind Al. He turned, staring at his open-eyed Aunt.

"Faking dehydration, Miss Granger, not something easily done. I suppose you used several spells to appear flushed and have dry skin. I can also assume that you were trying to eavesdrop on the second clan of Weasley children," Snape bit out, glaring at the witch in the bed, "And if you took this potion, Miss Granger, did you know what would happen?" The professor waved it in the air extravagantly, "If the user is not dehydrated when this is drunk, they will spontaneously combust due to the excess amount of water distributed to their cells. Not pleasant,"

Hermione shrunk deeper into the sheets, if that was even possible. Al wasn't sure it was.

"So the next time you decide to feign illness to be able to listen in on these students, think twice. We wouldn't want any accidents… would we?" Snape spun on his heel and stalked into the matron's office to inform her of her mistake.

"I thought he would be less…. Arse-y?" Rose guessed, scratching the back of her head, "I dunno,"

"Arse-y?" Scorpius joked, reaching over to poke her, "Really? That's ALL you could come up with?"

"Yes, well I… Would you STOP THAT?" Rose barked suddenly, and Scorpius removed his prodding finger from her side.

"Sorry,"

"Right. Well, I… er…" Hermione trailed off, pursing her lips, "Are you three really from the… from the future?" Al's thought of passing it off as a hallucination disappeared into thin air. She'd already heard too much already, why not just tell the truth?

He took a deep breath and nodded, anticipating her reaction. Surprisingly, his future aunt didn't say anything or show emotion. She just nodded back, her eyes drifting to Rose.

"So you said you were my daughter. Is that true?"

Rose smiled gently, "Yeah. And I can only imagine your reaction when you find out that I am 'going with' a Malfoy. Well, not technically. Does snogging count?"

Scorpius smirked, mumbling, "One minute you're mad at me, another you're ready to feel me up. Which is it gonna be, Rosie?"

Al groaned. "Hullo Hermione, I'm the only NORMAL one in this group. Albus Potter, at your service. No worries, I don't usually look like this," He gave a mock bow.

"Neither do I, NOT TO MENTION IT!" Scorpius joked, calling over his friend's shoulder.

"Albus POTTER?" Rose chimed in, "C'mon, Al, you gotta reveal your FULL name. Don't be a wuss,"

"Fine," Al half grumbled, looking at the ceiling, "I am Albus SEVERUS Potter. Happy?"

"What," Came the flat voice of Snape from behind them.

"Shit," Scorpius whispered.

X

"Wait wait wait," Hermione interrupted Harry, holding up a hand, "If all of this happened, WHY can't I remember any of it? I think the arrival of three new students in the middle of the year unannounced would get my attention, but the fact that I walked in on them SNOGGING in the LIBRARY before one of them declared that she was my future child would be rather memorable,"

Ron, who had still not gotten over the whole 'snogging' thing, added, "Yeah! As if Rosie would be kissing Malfoy in the library,"

"What, is there something wrong with being a Malfoy?" The blonde man at the back of the room asked with a sneer. Hermione turned to glare at him, forgetting that she was supposed to be civil.

"You inbred little ferret—"

"Bloody know it all witch—"

"Oi, don't talk to my wife that way, Malf—"

"Shove it down your—"

"Draco, stop being so rude—"

"Like you care about my brother—"

"SILENCE!" Harry roared, slamming his hand down on the desk. Astoria, Ginny, Draco, Hermione and Ron fell silent, each looking moody and agitated.

"Right then. To answer Hermione's question, YES it really was your future daughter and YES there is an answer as to why you can't remember. I'll get to that. But I can't tell the story in nonlinear order, now can I?"

The brunette sighed, nodding, "I suppose you're right,"

"Right. Now, where was I…"