Jasmine's POV
BANG!
The harsh sound of a gunshot echoed, followed by police sirens. She felt an impending sense of doom, like she was about to be taken and locked away for good...
And then Jasmine woke up, her hair sticking to her forehead. 'Just a dream,' she thought to herself. Even so, it wasn't just any dream. It reminded her strongly of The Night. The Night was something that she wanted to forget about forever. Pushing it to the back of her mind never worked for long, though it helped get her through everyday life. If she ignored it, Jasmine could be just like every other student at the school.
She got up to get herself a glass of water. And sensed that someone was looking at her.
Yet when she turned, everyone was asleep. Except Hermione lay far too stiffly to be properly asleep. Had she been watching her?
Jasmine slid back into bed slowly, and lay awake for at least an hour, praying that once sleep took over, she would not have any more bad dreams or flashbacks...
Hermione's POV
She'd had a nightmare. Hermione couldn't forget the look of horror on Jasmine's face when she'd suddenly shot up in bed. Despite the undeniable jealousy, the kinder (and stronger) part of her wanted to reach out to her and ask if she was okay.
But by the time they'd gone down to breakfast, the moment had passed. Instead, she found Jasmine surrounded by Seventh Years; they were all staring in awe at her like she was a goddess.
Fred and George were teasing her in their usual witty way, and she was responding smartly, though humorously, which seemed to impress them. Angelina and Alicia were admiring her soft blonde hair, tied up in two pigtails.
"Everyone seems to love her," Hermione commented casually to Harry and Ron when she'd sat down. Harry was too busy staring at Cho to even register what had been said, but Ron shrugged.
"Fred and George think she's really good-looking, but I don't see it." He seemed uninterested, stuffing his face. Hermione's heart sank slightly. Both twins?
Jasmine's POV
Though giving off a calm and intelligent demeanour, Jasmine's heart was thumping widely and her palms were slightly sweaty, to her embarrassment.
She had never met anyone like the Weasley twins. Their witty banter seemed infinite; the jokes kept rolling off their tongues. It appeared that hardly anyone could tell them apart, but she could. The one to the left, George, had the most... perfect face. Jasmine could hardly keep her eyes off him.
She blushed as she made another smart remark, though nowhere near as clever as what he could come up with.
"Come on everyone, off to lessons, no dawdling!" Professor McGonagall said briskly, stopping behind Jasmine. "Are you okay, Miss Lloyd?"
"Yes thanks Professor. Do we have Transfiguration after first lesson?"
"We do indeed. You have made excellent progress." McGonagall smiled at her.
It was looking to be a promising day as Jasmine skipped off to Herbology. It was relaxing in the greenhouses, although she still couldn't quite shake the uncomfortable feeling that had been haunting her ever since she woke up. The dream about The Night had startled her, but none of the students could ever know...