Through the eyes of blind love

Ch.7 Realisation

A/N: This chapter will also include more of Harry. I want the secondary characters to develop as well for my story, and not just stay in the background. I will include more of Lupin, Draco's family, and Luna in the next chapters. Enjoy and please keep reading!

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"You lied to me!" Hermione shouted angrily, coming through the Divination's class entrance facing Trelawney, who was cleaning the crystal balls.

"Hm? Excuse me? I don't think you are in my class, are you dear?" Trelawney said, adjusting her glasses.

"Don't you recognise me?" How daft must this woman be for not remembering the person she had a prophecy about only a month ago? Seeing her confused expression, fruitlessly trying to remember her, she pressed again.

"You seriously can't remember me?"

"I'm sorry dear I-"

"For Merlin's sake! I'm Hermione Granger! The person whom you "supposedly" had a prophecy about?"

"Oh yes, I do remember you now dear, how are you doing with, Malroy is it?" Hermione looked at her incredulously.

"It's Malfoy, and not okay! Not since I realised your predictions are nothing but a sham!" Hermione fumed. Her face was flushed with anger, and even though she was never rude towards teachers, Trelawney caused great indignation in the young witch.

"I don't understand what you're saying dear, I know Divination isn't always precise but a pro-"

"Bollocks!" Hermione threw her hands in the air in exasperation. "I knew I made the right choice dropping your class in the third year! After all these years, I even believed you for a second, thought this woolly subject wasn't actually worthless-" She stopped, noticing she was now trembling, and before she said something Hermione would further regret, she stopped speaking. She took sharp breaths to calm down and stared at the teacher.

"My child, you seem rather troubled in your mind..." She said taking Hermione's hand in hers, entering into a trance-like state, almost as if the touch itself had caused it. Hermione, not caring about this, said,

"Troubled?" She said, in half a whisper with a high-pitched tone, taking her hand away from hers. "The only troubled one here is you if you think you can predict the future!" She backed away and made her way out of the classroom, only to be stopped by Trelawney's words.

"Thou who won't see yet the true eyes of love, who is blinded by false infatuation. Thou shall see soon... Thy destiny is not to be with thy current relationship of untrue emotions. Thy true destiny lies at the side of a dear devoted friend. Thou must take away thy blindfold and see." I already heard this. I don't need repetition of this rubbish Hermione angrily thought. She had reached the door when she heard Trelawney continue to speak.

"But beware of the road happiness leads. Torn between the heart and love of two souls thou shall find thyself. Only one soul will remain broken in the end." What? I didn't even tell her about the dream... She shook her head as she exited the room whispering "Brilliant."

Hermione sat in a small staircase in one of the endless corridors of the castle. As soon as she touched the ground, tears slipped from her eyes, adorning her face and robes. How could this happen to me? Of everything she expected in her life so far, the thing she thought would bring her few problems was her love life. Now it seemed her life practically revolved around it. She hadn't meant to cry endlessly, but the shock, the overwhelming feeling of her newfound discovery and her outburst towards a teacher, were enough for her to momentarily collapse. She made a mental note to apologise to Ms Trelawney later on, she was never rude to any teacher (Umbridge was the exception). Not only was her love for Ron not romantic, and she was falling in love with Draco, but she had an admirer; not just any admirer, but it was a Veela. How am I supposed to handle all of this before I go mental? She grasped her hair and head and felt a little breeze. Ghosts... She looked up and saw Nearly Headless Nick approaching her gently from the corridor's end.