SERENDIPITY | harmione

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧

• said some people fall in love with the wrong people sometimes •

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Her eyes flashed open with a sudden shock, jolting her awake. Hermione gasped for air; almost as if she was drowning and had finally resurfaced. Using her hand- which wouldn't stop shaking- she wiped her forehead, cleaning the clammy droplets of sweat away.

"H-Harry?" Hermione panted, calling out the first name that popped in her head. However, her voice gave way, coming out as only a silent mumble. Breathing, she remained completely motionless, for she couldn't find the strength to stand up. Cold tears dripped from the corners of her glossy eyes, streaming slowly down her cheek. No, he couldn't be...The brunette thought, her lip quivering, as the tears continued pouring down her face.

"Harry? Merlin, I swear, Harry Potter-" She called out again, praying for at least a signal that he was alive. Nevertheless, the room remained completely quiet; and for the first time, Hermione genuinely wished for his company. She loudly exhaled, clenching her eyes tightly, and trying her best to rid her mine of the haunting image.

"I'm here! I'm here!" An unfamiliar voice cried, snapping Hermione's eyes open once more. She wiped the tear stains away, cocking her head to the side in complete confusion.

"I-Is that you?" Hermione stuttered, gulping as she looked at the figure that had entered her room. Her face suddenly paled, as her eyes instantly widened in complete shock. She thought a handsome boy with messy, jet-black hair and charming green eyes would've entered the room, but instead, Hermione was presented with a terrifying image. A man stood at the foot of her bed, his whitish, blonde hair trailing down to his shoulders. Gulping, her eyes trailed over his dark, black suit as she came to an immediate conclusion; Lucius Malfoy.

"Yes..." Harry started, frowning as he saw the traces of the tears that were falling down her cheeks. "Merlin, what happened to you?"

Hermione scoffed, thinking that he was talking about her state of anguish, but little did she know, that her reflection had changed yet again. "Me?! Look at yourself!"

"What about me?"

"You're joking right?" Hermione snickered, smirking at Harry's rather unpleasant appearance.

"No! You're literally a blonde!" Harry exclaimed, chuckling as he saw her expression swiftly change.

"What? You're the one who was to be Lucius Malfoy here." Upon hearing this, Harry raced over to the mirror, his jaw-dropping in the process.

"No..." He whined, disgustingly flicking his long hair behind his ear. "I'm ugly now!"

"You were always ugly..." Hermione murmured, rolling her eyes at his obnoxiously large ego. She stared directly at the ceiling, for she couldn't find the energy to turn her head; after all, her entire body ached.

"See, love, you say one thing, but your lips also said a completely different thing when you kissed me." He smirked, causing Hermione to burst out in laughter.

"Normally, that would have made me very upset, but I can't take you seriously!" She giggled, feeling slightly better than she did previously.

Harry chuckled, sitting beside her on the bed, a worried expression resting on his face. "Hey, you alright?" He mumbled, fondling Hermione's arm lovingly.

"Yeah, just really sore." She replied, sighing loudly, and closing her eyes as she felt Harry stroking her hair.

"W-What'd it feel like?" Harry questioned, his voice was barely audible; almost as if he was hurt simply by asking the question.

"Quicker than falling asleep..." Hermione whispered, opening her eyes, and staring deep into Harry's.

"T-Thank you..." He muttered, helping her sit up, for he could tell that she was still weak.

Hermione spared him a smile, before leaning up and kissing him on the cheek. However, she burst out laughing right afterward. "Sorry...I still can't take you seriously when you look like that!"

"What if I said that I couldn't take you seriously while you look liked that." He chuckled, watching as Hermione stood up and dusted herself off.

She walked over to the closest mirror, her eyes widening when she saw a completely different person looking back at her. Her hair was platinum blonde, however, there was one stand that was a dark black. Hermione sighed, coming to the conclusion that she had to be Narcissa Malfoy.

"What are you talking about? I actually look pretty good." Hermione mumbled, gazing at herself again in the mirror.

"I'd prefer Hermione Granger if you don't mind..." Harry sarcastically mumbled, watching as her red lips were pulled into a sly grin.

"Is that so?" She chuckled, turning back towards him. However, before he could answer, there was a loud knock at the door. Harry's face paled, as he mouthed something along the lines of "find a wand."

"Greetings, Mr. Malfoy-" The man started, seeing that Harry had opened the door. "I came to remind you that the Dark Lord will be visiting the manor in just an hour now."

Harry gulped, sharing an equally terrified look with Hermione. "R-Right, of course, I remember that."

With that, the man nodded, closing the door behind him, and sealing them in silence once more. Hermione locked eyes with Harry, and he could instantly tell how shattered and afraid she was.

"Trust me, i-it'll be alright..." He muttered, trying to make his voice sound as reassuring as possible. Merlin, they were in deep crisis now...