Author's note: Hi lovelies, here is part 2. Hope you enjoy! And happy holidays to you, if I don't update again until after Christmas.

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Catstclaire

Chapter 2- The 2nd, 12th day of Christmas

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Had she died? That's what it felt like.

Hermione vaguely became more aware as consciousness seeped back into her. There hadn't been any flashes before her eyes though. Wasn't that supposed to happen before you died?

She sat up. She found her head was throbbing, a migraine most likely. Her hand ghosted around on her extremities, ensuring that her body was in fact not injured. When she was satisfied she hadn't found anything wrong on her person she looked around.

Dread filled her stomach. How had she gotten back to the apartment? There was Crooks, lounging on the edge of the couch. The last thing she remembered was falling down the stairs at the cabin...

Oh.

Of course she hadn't died how silly of her. Obviously she had taken a tumble and Harry and Ginny took her back to their apartment.

"Gin?" Hermione called out, Crooks head popped up to stare at her. "Harry, are you there?"

No response. Well that was okay they had guests at the cabin after all.

Hermione pushed to stand so she could locate some pain relief potion, but then-

The fireplace lit up. Green flames bursting and poor Crookshanks went running. A sense of deja vu washed over her. How odd she felt right then. She just couldn't put her finger on why exactly.

"Harry!" Hermione yelled watching him step out of the floo.

"Funny, what you just told Ginny. You don't look very sick to me right now, and what happened to your sniffles?"

That's exactly what Harry had said to her hours earlier that morning. When he forced her to the cabin.

Hermione didn't respond her throat was to dry.

Harry shook his head, and he bent down. The phone was off the receiver, like she'd just been on it, but then sat it down...

"Can't even come up with anything to say?" He smiled triumphantly. "You should be ashamed trying to ditch us all on Christmas no less."

"Christmas-" But it was the next day.. wasn't it?

Harry grabbed her and threw her over his shoulder.

"Harry James Potter! You put me down!"

He walked them back through the floo, and then she was suddenly staring at Ginny. Again.

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Coincidence. She told herself. Some sort of oddly specific daydream she had perhaps? Maybe she had some sort of skill in divination after all. Yes she had predicted it. The events of Christmas day. That wasn't a big deal. Nothing special about that. In fact it made her able to relax to some degree, now she knew how the day would end...only.

If she really had predicted it, did that mean she'd be taking a tumble down the stairs again later tonight?

To her horror own horror she thought- Had she prophesied her own death?

Hermione gulped.

Ron showed up. He cracked his back tooth on the fudge Neville made. Harry and Ginny kissed under the mistletoe. Hermione was starting to think about making a run for the floo- but- Harry would be so disappointed if she left.

She was probably over thinking it. Probably. It had all just been a dream. It didn't mean anything. Her nerves were just out of control.

She took a slow sip of the shot Neville forced on her. There that was better. The alcohol was warming her insides and it was comforting. It made her think slower.

Errol caused the same scene again. Then Malfoy and Luna were back.

Hermione got up much sooner than she had the day before, and went to sit on the porch with a mug of tea she dumped another shot into. See this wasn't exactly like her dream had been. This was new- different.

The sliding glass door opened.

Wonderful.

She managed not to groan out loud. It was Malfoy.

"Hey."

"Hello." She took a swig, and swirled her mug.

Maybe if she didn't speak much he'd go away. Then again maybe if she engaged with him a bit she could prove that the events were different, that she wasn't repeating the same day.

"Neville sure likes to drink? Doesn't he."

"Hm." She agreed still partly noncommittal to the conversation.

"Never would have guessed he was the type. I admit i'm a little jealous that he can drink me under the table. I've always prided myself with my alcohol tolerance."

"You drink alot?" Hermione didn't know why she asked that.

"I did." Malfoy rubbed the scruff at his jaw, he needed a shave but not terribly. It was actually very attractive Hermione thought when men had a bit of stubble. "For a while after the war. I can control myself better now."

"Oh." It seemed a rather intimate thing to share with someone you barely knew, and Hermione looked away from him.

They were both quiet for a time looking over the porch out at the snow on the mountains. Little flakes gathered on Hermione's lashes, and she rubbed them off.

"It's much colder out here than i thought it might be. How do you stand it?"

"I don't mind the cold." For almost a year of her life she'd felt near frozen. Hermione expected the cold would never compare to that time in her life again.

She saw Malfoy shiver just slightly. Taking pity on him, she offered her mug of tea.

"Here. It helps."

He smiled at her, and gladly accepted as if she'd offered him some rare gem, and not her luke warm backwashed spiked up tea.

Their fingertips grazed as they exchanged the cup. She felt electrocuted.

"Thanks, Hermione." She could tell he was nervous trying out her given name. "I like that sweater. By the way. Did you cast a charm on it?"

"Harry and i both kind of figured it out." She moused out still trying to recover from his touch.

"It's clever. The way the lights blink depending on the song playing."

"You noticed that?" She was impressed, no one else seemed to have.

"It is kind of you though."

"What's kind of me?"

He took a swig of her tea, and she watched his lips lick the porcelain rim savoring the taste. Heat pooled traitorously in her stomach.

"To give Potter credit. When we both know he didn't raise a wand did he?"

She hid a small smile.

"He was there, when it was invented." She defended.

"Hmm." He raised his brows humorously.

Hermione hated to admit, she was mildly enjoying Malfoy's company.

Malfoy seemed to be thinking about what to say next.

"Why do you avoid me?" Then he went and spoiled her good mood.

"I do not." She reflexively lied. She turned to go back inside.

Malfoy caught her arm. "Please just let me-" She wrenched her arm back scowling at him.

She proved by that conversation alone, this was not a repeat of the day prior. It really had been some kind of weird deja vu dream of thing she had.

She marched back inside and slammed the glass door a little to hard. It made Harry jump.

"Hermione is something wrong?" He tried to ask her.

She heard Neville talking.

It grated on her nerves that Neville was complaining about his new students. She didn't like that she could almost exactly say what he was going to next. She decided not to dwell with any of them for the remainder of the evening.

"I'm going to bed." She wasn't about to risk Neville taking up one of the rooms before she had a chance... even if she didn't think her dream mattered.

"But we haven't even done the presents yet-"

Hermione heard the glass door open, and she just kept going towards the bedrooms.

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She was lying in bed ranting to herself about the evening and cursing Malfoy for his existence when she heard a strange noise. She looked round the room, and pulled the covers off her face slightly. She didn't see anything so she pulled them back over- after a minute the sound came back.

"What the-" Hermione looked up just in time to see the ceiling fan break apart from it's mount, and come crashing down towards her.

Everything went black. Again.