"Draco's lips hovered over Hermione's. She could feel his ragged, hot breaths on her face as the world itself spun around them. Swirling flashes of time sparking off all as he focused on nothing but her. She felt his hands cup her face as she stared...
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Tiny locks of reddish-brown Hair fell around her small face as the young Hermione giggled up at her two best friends as they walked to the Griffindoor table.
Ron, who's ginger bangs fell into his eyes, causing him to brush them back consistently, smiled up at her, a sort of childish crush shown on his slightly freckled face.
Harry Smiled, but obviously had more pressing matters on his mind then a simple joke. Whispers of the dark one he heard from the other students starting to eat at him. He knew they had referred to him as the chosen one, but why? He weren't special? Or powerful? The snobby blonde prat, Draco Malfoy, bested him at brooms again that day, flying through the air and flipping with little practice.
Even though he were less skilled then Malfoy, and obviously not as smart as Hermione, He were still chosen, For what? The thoughts nagged at him as he dolled out the conversation of his friends around him. Only Shortly later noticing that two, odd looking adults had taken their seats, and were staring at him in horror as they approached.
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The present Hermione went to stand but Draco placed his hand on her shoulder, keeping her in place. "We can not draw attention." He whispered as the three young students closed the distance between them.
The young Hermione was the first to reach them, her tiny arms crossed in a angered manner as her small face tilted up at Draco. If he hadn't been taken by such surprise, He might have actually found her expression amusing, as it was still too this day identical to the one the full grown Redhead had given him on a weekly basis.
"Excuse me sir," Her young voice spoke strongly as her two friends stood behind her, not wanting part in the confrontation. Draco watched in amazement as the small child demanded his attention, her voice strong, not wavering in the slightest.
He now had no dubt that Hermione had always been bravest of the Golden trio. She had the type of boldness that couldn't be faked, or replicated. Something that as he grew older, he became rather envious of. She faced obsticles fearlessly, whether they were simple disagreements, or the battle of Hogwarts itself, she charged head on every single time.
Hermione stood frozen as she looked over her eleven year old self. Her soft adolescent skin shinning brightly under the candle light. The childs hair more brown instead of the fire red it shown today. Her big chocolate colored eyes looked almost cartoonish on her small face as she looked up at the pair in question. "With all due respect, these are our seats." She finished as her gaze flipped between the both adults.
"Hermione," Ron called out from behind them as he bit his bottom lip nervously. The present day Hermione found herself smiling at the child who would grow to be her future boyfriend. Hearing him say her name tugged at her heart, even if he were addressing the past Hermione. She missed him, especially this vision of him. "I'm sure we can find another..."
