Truth be Told

Hermione could not believe she actually fell asleep. It's never really happened before, and if it did, she didn't remember it. But last night she fell asleep.

But, there was something wrong when she woke up. One: she heard loud snoring; and none of the girls in her room snore, or at least not that loudly. Two: there was a musky scent in the air that almost made her eyes roll to the back of her head. And Three: there was an arm draped over her.

Are you supposed to wake up somewhere else when you fall asleep? She almost slapped herself at her own question. But how in the hell did she get here, or how in the hell did she get into someone's arms.

She didn't remember someone guy fucking her last night, and even it that did happen, she wouldn't have invited him to her bed to sleep…She was in her room right?

She sighed before trying to get up and see who's arm was around her. But the guy's hold tightened, and she found herself stuck. She mumbled low in her throat before turning around, which wasn't easy to do with an arm around her and lying down.

For the first time in her life, Hermione screamed.

Harry was having the most amazing dream. Hermione was in sexy blood red lingerie, and she was dancing on a pole in the common room. He was the only one there, but she was dancing like she had a huge audience. And she danced liked a pro, the way she jump and slide down on the pole. But he was awoken by a really high pitched scream.

His eyes opened to see Hermione lying in his arms. How the hell did she get there? She was staring back at him intensely. "What the hell are you doing in my bed?"

Harry looked confused at her words. He lifted up his head and saw Neville on the floor; obviously her scream had woken him up quite abruptly, Draco looking around the room for the origin of the scream, and Ron was rubbing his eyes. "You're in my bed?" Harry said, almost smugly.

Hermione lifted her head and found he was right. "What was that scream?" Draco asked as he helped Neville up.

Hermione tried to get up, but Harry still had his arms around her. She fell back down to the bed and that got everyone's attention. "Harry, mate, is there someone in you bed?"

Harry knew he should take his arms off Hermione, but his body wouldn't let him. It was like they were glued around her waist. He also found himself liking her body so close to his, the smell of vanilla filling his senses again. When Hermione lifted her head to look up at Ron, Draco, and Neville, she narrowed her eyes. "Look. I don't know how I got here, but if you boys pulled a little prank on me, the new girl, I would have no problem breaking a couple of your bones."

Ron and Draco winced at her words, but Neville was still rubbing his head from his fall. "Guys aren't allowed in the girl's dorm, the wards prevent it." Draco explained.

Hermione figured wards were like a security thing, but that still didn't explain how she got here. "Are girls allowed in the boy's dorm?" Hermione asked, not entirely sure how things worked.

Ron rubbed the back of his neck. "I guess they have more faith in the girls then they do in the guys."

"That still doesn't explain what I'm doing here." Hermione said as she looked at Harry, who hadn't said a word yet, and still had his arms around her.

"I don't know how you got here?" Harry said as he noticed everyone looking at him.

Hermione narrowed her eyes again. "Well I'm in your bed, and in your arms." Ron raised an eyebrow at the arms part before pulling the blanket off Harry's bed. His eyes bugged out at the sight before him, so did Neville's.

Hermione was wearing a tight tank-top and loose short-shorts. They could see her long legs, her amazing curves, and her nipples got a little bit hard from the cold air, and, she wasn't wearing a bra. Harry's arms were around her too or something like that. But you could see her nipples, and after all, isn't that all that really matters.

Harry saw that Ron and Neville had their eyes on Hermione, and quickly rolled on top of her so they couldn't see her anymore. He didn't know why, he just felt like he didn't want anyone to look at her, even if they were his best friends. Hermione looked at him confused when Harry put his weight on his elbows so he wouldn't crush her. She didn't seem to care that there were guys staring at her.

When Harry saw her look, he looked back up at his friend. "Guys, can you give us a moment?"

When Ron and Neville didn't move, Draco grabbed the clothes and dragged them out. "Classes start in forty minutes." He reminded, pulling a protesting Neville and a disappointed Ron out of their room.

Hermione then turned her attention back to Harry, wondering then he was going to let her go, even though she found herself liking him on top of her. "Look. You're in my bed, and I can't go to the girls dorm."

"You think I came to you bed, in the middle of the night, to sleep?" Hermione asked, disbelief in her voice.

Harry shrugged his shoulder. "That's what it looks like."

Hermione glared at him. "We didn't have sex last, and even if we did, I wouldn't have stayed. Either you did some weird magic thing, or went to my room and took me from my bed."

Harry looked down at her. She looked so sexy with her brown hair spread across his pillow. He wanted to just lean down and kiss her. But they really did have to figure this out. "Wait a minute. If you didn't consciously come here, and I didn't put you here, how did you get here?" Harry asked, realizing that neither of them had anything to do with this.

Hermione sighed. "What about your friends?"

"They're not powerful enough to get past the wards."

Hermione sighed, again. "I bet Dumbledore know something." She murmured.

Harry raised an eyebrow at that. "What do you mean?"

"That old man knows everything." Hermione said as she started getting up. But when Harry kept her in his arms, she raised an eyebrow. "Let me go."

Harry didn't know how he knew, but he knew she didn't really want him to let her go. "I don't think you want me to." He said with a tiny smug smirk.

Hermione narrowed her eyes before she snapped her fingers. Harry flew back against the wall before slowly sliding down, rubbing his shoulder with an amused smile. "I guess I don't have enough time to go back up to my room. Hermione said as she got up and snapped her fingers again.

Harry got up and watched as she was completely dressed in a flash. She snapped her fingers again for her books and her make-up. Harry thought she looked beautiful without the make-up, but with it, she looked like a dark enchantress. Once again, she looked very sexy. Harry took one last look at her before grabbing his clothes and going to the bathroom.

When he came back out, fully dressed, she was gone. He took a breath before walking down to the common room, ready to face a full day of classes.

"Welcome back to you last year at Hogwarts. I hope none of you missed me, because I didn't miss you." Hermione felt a small grin form at the Potions Professor's, Snape's, words. "I'm aware that we have a new student, but she will not be doing the same things you are. So, to start the year off, I'd like you all to make me a Draught of Peace."

Everyone quickly got paired up, Aya with Draco, Ron with Dean, and Neville with Harry, and so on. But Hermione just waited, she knew the teachers were supposed to do something different with her, but when she saw the books Dumbledore gave her she became confused. For one, they had nothing to do with school learning. They were just books all about science, the mind, and the paranormal.

"Ms. Granger, if you would please join me." Snape said as he walked to into his really large storage room.

Hermione left her books on the desk and followed the professor. Harry watched her go, admiring the way her hips moved gracefully, and sexily. Neville had to elbow him in the stomach to get his attention.

"So, Dumbledore told me you have extraordinary powers, and I'd like to see what you can do." Snape said, a little disbelief in his voice, and Hermione heard it. She narrowed her eyes slightly before lifting her right hand slowly. Snape looked at her for a few moments waiting for something to happen, but then he noticed that she was getting father away. He looked down and saw that he was at least five feet off the ground. Hermione grinned at his shocked and slightly scared expression. "Okay. That's enough. Put me down." He said with a stern voice.

When she didn't let him down, he became aware of the fact that his life was literally in her hands. Hermione just narrowed her eyes. She hated it when people told her what to do. After a few moments she dropped her hand and Snape fell to the floor, trying his best to land on his feet. He stumbled a bit, but managed to stand up straight again. "Does that show you what I can do?" Hermione asked in a cold voice.

Snape just kept quiet, the shock of being in the air, and the situation of Hermione just a bit to much for the moment. It seemed that Hermione was indeed a very, very powerful…whatever she was. He was told she was half vampire, which interested him, and when Dumbledore told him who her father was, he almost fainted. Snape never met Hermione's mother, but it was foretold that her father's mate would be a strikingly beautiful woman. Which Victoria was of course, but she was a sad beauty that had turned to alcohol.

"Yes. It does…Do you know your limits?"

Hermione just shook her head at his question. "I've never tested them."

Snape nodded his head before moving back and asking, "Can you create things?" Hermione snapped her fingers and a chair appeared for Snape to sit on. When he sat down, slowly, he wondered how her limits could be tested. "Can you create elements, fire, wat-"

"I know the elements." Hermione interrupted, feeling like she was being talked to like a four year old.

"Can you create them?"

Hermione was silent for a moment. She had never done anything like before. She took a deep breath before lifting her hand. She focused on fire, like she does when she snaps her fingers, but to her surprise, and shock, a tiny flare of fire came out of her palm before disappearing. She couldn't help the little smile that appeared on her face. She had never done that before.

Snape nodded his with a hidden smile. There was something she couldn't do that well, so he had something to teach her.

The day wasn't as long as Harry thought it would be, but it certainly wasn't great. In every class, the professor would bring Hermione into a little room, and she would come back twenty minutes later, and then for the rest of the class she would read those books that were with her.

It was confusing, and he really wanted to know what the professors were teaching her. Also, why were the professors looking at him with adoration and compassion? It was a little weird.

"Harry, you okay? ...wait a minute, why am I even asking anymore. Of course you're not okay." Neville said as they walked into the common room after eating dinner.

Aya was already there, and she was having a fun conversation with Hermione. "But Oswald was getting a coke at the time."

"Exactly, so he wouldn't have time to fire the three shots, run down five flights of stairs, past two witnesses, who say they didn't see him, appear completely normal and not out of breath when he reached the bottom. All within ninety seconds." Hermione said with a tiny, tiny smile.

"What are you two talking about?" Draco asked as he sat down next to Aya and put his arm around her shoulders, subconsciously playing with the ends her long black curly hair.

Aya turned her head to her fiancé with a smile. "JFK's assassination."

Harry looked at Hermione amused. She just seemed to get more and more interesting. "Oh yeah, he was that American President that got murdered." Neville said, as he sat down next to Harry.

"Well it's not entirely sure who killed him, but the most likely suspects are the CIA and the rest of the government that wanted to keep the war in Vietnam going." Aya explained while Hermione was found herself looking at Harry.

He was so…fucking sexy. His messy black hair that make him look like he just got out of bed, it was just so hot and sexy. She knew she needed to leave. "You know what, I'm actually pretty tired. I think I'm gonna go to bed." Hermione said as she got up and collected her books.

Aya turned towards Draco and gave him a quick, but passionate, kiss. "I'm tired too." Draco didn't want her to go, but she was tired, and if she was tired, he probably wouldn't last very long either.

Hermione took one last look at Harry before following Aya upstairs to their room. "I heard you woke up in Harry's bed." Aya said as took off her school robes and put her books down.

"I don't know how I got there. And apparently, neither does Harry." Hermione said as she snapped her fingers and was in her sleeping attire.

Aya blinked a few times. She was beginning to understand what Dumbledore meant by Hermione have special abilities. She quickly changed into an overly large t-shit that Draco gave her, and a pair of his boxers, which she 'stole' from him.

"You guys are going to sleep?" Lavender asked with a really bitchy tone, which surprised Aya.

Hermione just grinned before saying, "I've been meaning to ask, what is it with a lot of the girls here being bitches?" Lavender narrowed her eyes before she saw Hermione's sleeping attire. She suddenly felt very jealous. Now, Lavender is one of the prettiest girls in Hogwarts, but looking at Hermione made her feel like an old saggy lady. She put her books on her bed before quickly rushing back to the common room.

Aya smiled. It's was about time someone made Lavender run off. But then she realized Hermione was right. A lot of the girls at Hogwarts were bitches. Aya turned towards Hermione and saw her lighting a cigarette. "Smoking kills you know."

Hermione turned her head to Aya with a little smirk. "I know."

Aya just giggled and shook her head before getting in her bed. "Goodnight."

Hermione released the smoke and said, "Goodnight."

After a few minutes, Aya was asleep, and Hermione was just about finished with her cigarette. She put it out before getting in bed, a few moments of hearing nothing but the beating of her heart and her steady breath, she fell asleep, her mind on Harry Potter.

Harry woke up with that same feeling, a warm body in his arms, and the smell of vanilla. When he opened his eyes, he saw brown hair in his face. He blinked a few times before realizing the same thing happened that happened yesterday morning. Hermione was in his bed.

But when he lifted his head, he didn't see Neville or Ron, he saw Aya in her bed, sleeping. Oh no, he was in her bed this time. And her bed was completely black, which was a little weird, but Harry found it kind of cool.

When he heard a throat clear, obviously trying to get his attention, he looked over to the end of the bed and saw McGonagall standing with her hands on her hips. She looked a bit mad, but also a bit…amused.

"Mr. Potter. May I ask why you are in Ms. Granger's bed? And how you got past the wards?"

Harry gulped. He didn't know how to explain this. "I don't know." He admitted quietly, not wanting to wake Hermione. But he gulped again when she shifted in her sleep and snuggled up against him.

McGonagall opened her mouth to say something, but she just closed it and looked at the two of them with a tiny smile. She sighed. "Just go back to your room Harry."

Harry looked at her in shock. She was letting him go. Before the rational part of his mind woke up, he jumped out of her bed and ran back to his room. Immediately regretting letting go of Hermione and missing her warmth, but then again, he didn't want to get in serious trouble.

McGonagall just watched him leave with a little smile. She turned her head back to Hermione. It really was unbelievable how much like her father she was. She even slept like him. Slightly turned on her side, her hair fanned out on her pillow, one hand over her head and the other one lying across the bed. It was sexy, even McGonagall had to admit that.

She quickly shook her head at her thoughts before leaving the room.

"THAT'S IT!"

Harry woke up to a yell that he knew came from Hermione.

For three weeks now, Harry has been waking up in her bed, or she has been waking up in his. This time, he was in her bed.

For the past three weeks, Harry and Hermione kept their distance from each other, but stayed close. They wouldn't touch; they would barely speak to each other. They only stared at the other, refusing to talk about the weird situation they found themselves in.

Everyone else refused to talk about it too. They didn't understand it; how could Harry get to Hermione's bed without the wards knowing. It really did boggle the mind.

But over the few weeks, Hermione had become part of their…group. Aya was certainly happy to have a friend that's a girl, Draco found her interesting, but Neville and Ron were a tiny bit disappointed. They knew, actually, almost everyone in the castle knew Hermione and Harry would get together sooner or later. Ron and Neville might have wanted a chance with her in the beginning. But lately, they've come to think of her as a sister. But that didn't mean she wasn't still hot.

Before Harry could say anything, Hermione snapped her fingers and they were in front Dumbledore. He was in his chair, and it seemed that he was waiting for them.

Harry looked down at himself and found he was in his boxers. Luckily they were plain white boxers, but he didn't feel embarrassed. That was weird too. Ever since he met Hermione, he's been feeling more confident. He can't remember the last time he blushed.

"You better tell us what the fuck is happening, or so help me, your wrinkly old dick will be gone be tomorrow." Hermione yelled as raised her hand, ready to snap her fingers.

Dumbledore smiled. "Just like your father."

Hermione froze at his words. Dumbledore knew who her father was. She felt a weird unfamiliar tug at her chest. She shook her head, scolding herself for caring. "Just tell what's going on."

Harry looked at her. She looked so beautiful after she woke up. Her hair was slightly messy, and it looked like she was just shagged; so sexy. Hmm. It seemed sexy was the word to describe Hermione.

"A few weeks ago Professor McGonagall informed me that young Harry here woke up in your bed. No doubt that it's been happening every morning these past few weeks."

Harry couldn't help but notice the little twinkle in the old mans eye. Hermione however, has had enough of that annoying little twinkle. "Stop playing with words and tell us what you know." Harry grinned at her frustrated voice.

Dumbledore's face suddenly became serious. "Are you positive you want to know?"

"No. I want to continue having unexplained stomach pains and waking up in a different bed ever morning without an explanation." Hermione said sarcastically, obviously.

Dumbledore looked at Harry, and Harry knew that what he was about to tell them would change their lives forever. He blinked a few times before asking, "Should we know?"

Hermione looked at him like he was nuts, but Dumbledore smiled. "This does concern both of you, and for the past few weeks, Miss Granger has gotten more power, so have you Harry, but i would like the two of you to figure it out on your own."

Hermione rolled her eyes. "That is so idiotic. Just tell us."

Dumbledore grinned at her words. "Okay…The moment you two met, you felt something, didn't you?" They both nodded their heads, after a moment of hesitation. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but whenever you're apart, you have unbearable pains in your stomach." They nodded their heads again, refusing to look at each other. "You're soul bonded to each other."

Harry looked completely confused, and so did Hermione, but after a few moments, she had the entire definition of the word. "Oh shit." She muttered.

"What's a soul bond?" Harry asked.

"It's an extremely rare connection between two people. Only two have been known to have happened. The first one, in 1769, right here in England, they were killed. The second one, 1893, in America, they're still alive. A soul bonded couple becomes immortal when they consummate the bond, however, if one is killed, the other will follow minutes after. Also if you're apart too long, the pain will get stronger, and eventually kill you."

Hermione shook her head at Dumbledore's words. "See. That's where you're wrong. I can't die."

Dumbledore looked at her, almost sadly, and said, "Not by your own hand."

Harry looked at her like she was crazy. How could she try to kill herself? Why would she want to end her life? The questions made Harry slightly dizzy. The thought of Hermione trying to end her life mad him angry, and gave him a bit of a headache.

Hermione suddenly felt a bit dizzy, and grabbed onto the chair in front of Dumbledore's desk to steady herself. She looked over at Harry and saw him trying to stand still and not stumble over. "So because of this…bond, I can feel his emotions?" She knew the meaning of it, she just didn't understand it.

"Yes. Soul bonds are one of the things you can't read about in a book. No one knows what they can do, and they're never the same. The two in 1769, they were two men that had no romantic feelings towards each other, and the bond didn't want, or need, them to be together that way. But the two in 1893, a man and a woman, and they had sex the day they met. Their bond was very strong, and it allowed them to make their friends immortal……But your bond was prophesized to be extremely powerful."

Harry and Hermione blinked a few times. Then Hermione remembered the hat saying something about a prophesy. "What do you mean?"

Dumbledore sighed. "When you were both born, there was a blue aura around each of you. It meant that each of you had a soul mate that you would become bonded with, and that a prophesy was made. When a prophesy is made, it's like a message, and the message is trapped in this crystal ball that will only play when you two touch it…It was given to Joseph Granger, your father." Her father's name was Joseph. She always imagined him having a more exotic, or mysterious name. But it didn't change much. She still didn't know anything about him, just his name and that she acted a lot like him.

Hermione shook her head, like she was in denial. "That's impossible. Victoria said he wasn't there when I was born."

Harry could help but feel a little sad for Hermione. She didn't know who her father was, her whole life she thought he abandoned her. He could feel that she didn't care, but he couldn't imagine what his life would be life if he never had his father in his life.

"Your father left because he didn't want your mother to get hurt. The Ministry was after him, and would do anything to get him, even hurt his soul mate. Your mother and father weren't bonded, but they were soul mates. He loved her very much, and he loved you, but he didn't want either of you to get hurt. When the Ministry almost found out about Victoria, she was pregnant with you, and he realized that he needed to leave…But he knew her due date, and he came to the hospital when you were born. Victoria didn't see him, but he stayed hidden. I was there, your father was a good friend of mine, and he asked me to be there for you. When we saw the blue aura, we were shocked. So we went down to the Ministry, in disguise of course, and went to the prophesy room. Sure enough, there was a new prophesy. The writing said, Harry Potter and Hermione Granger. I was too shocked to do anything, but your father took the ball and gave one last visit to your mother."

Hermione sighed softly. "He gave it to Victoria."

Dumbledore nodded his head and Hermione sighed again. "What does this mean?" Harry asked, not entirely sure about anything.

Dumbledore suddenly got his smile and his twinkle back. "Well. I'm not one to tell my students to run off from school to go on a potentially dangerous adventure. But you two do hold the fate of the world in your hands. So…"

Hermione's eyes lit up at the words adventure, fate of the world, and danger. "Thanks for the answers." She said before snapping her fingers. The next thing Harry knew, they were in the common room. "I'm gonna take a wild guess and say that you're one of those people that like to talk about things."

Harry watched her sit on the couch and sat next to her. "Kinda." He admitted, feeling kind of like the girl here.

Hermione took a deep breath. "Okay. Well, the fact that's we're going to be together for the rest of our lives is a little weird…But I'm very attracted to you, and-"

"You're attracted to me?" Harry asked as if it were impossible.

Hermione looked at him for a few seconds. She decided lying wasn't the best thing at the moment. "Look. I haven't had sex in three weeks. I've turned down every guy that I've met here because of you. The way you make me feel is weird, and I've never felt it before."

Harry took her hand and immediately felt a comforting warmth. "I don't know if it's the soul bond we're suppose to have, or if it's fate or something, but I think I'm in love with you."

Hermione just stared at him. Love… That was something she wasn't familiar with. She didn't know if what she felt for Harry was love. They hadn't talked much, but whenever they did she felt like she'd known him her whole life. And there was obviously this sexual tension between them. But what was really weird was that she actually felt happy around him. Now, Hermione has been happy. She's been amused, interested, and she's smiled. But she's never been happy. It was weird, but it felt good.

"I think…I'm in love with you too." Hermione said slowly, looking down at their hands.

Harry lifted her chin and stared into her eyes. "Can I kiss you?" He almost sounded desperate, like he would die if he didn't kiss her.

As an answer, Hermione leaned forward and let their lips touch in the sweetest, gentlest way. Hermione's never had a kiss like this one.

Harry felt an electric surge go through him, so did Hermione. And just from that little kiss. He leaned back and opened his eyes. The sight of Hermione with her eyes shut, her lips looking so kissable, and a dreamy look on her face was too much for Harry. He leaned back in for another kiss. But he was surprised when Hermione grinned against his lips, pushed him so his back hit the couch, and straddled him.

"So you think you can handle me, Harry Potter?" Harry gulped. The way she said his name was so hot and sexy.

When Hermione felt his pulsing erection against her thigh, she grinned and slid her hands over his naked chest. She loved the way he shivered at her touch. She wanted to know how he would react to her other touches. She leaned down and kissed his lips hard, and Harry couldn't help but tangle his hands in her hair, pulling her even closer to him as their tongues finally clashed.

Hermione moaned, and Harry groaned. The feeling of their tongues touching and their saliva mixing was beyond amazing. Hermione could help but grind herself against Harry. "Oh sweet Merlin." Harry said, breaking the kiss and biting his lip to keep from screaming.

Hermione looked at him confused. "I'm Hermione. Not Merlin."

Harry shook his head. "It's just something we say."

"Is it a good thing?" Harry nodded his head at her words. "Good." She said before leaning down and capturing his lips again. But before it could deepen, Hermione broke it and kissed her way down his jaw, paying special attention to his neck, especially the pulse point. She suddenly remembered the one of the nights her mother came home drunk.

Hermione heard a loud crash and put down her book. She walked out of her room and down the stairs, suspecting to see a burglar or something. She raised her hand, ready to snap her fingers, but when she saw her mother stumble to get up; she lowered her hand and sighed.

She started moving back up the stairs, hoping not to be seen or heard, but she was. "Hermione. My daughter. My beautiful daughter…You know, you remind me so much of your father."Hermione rolled her eyes at her mother's words. "He had the most sweetest, amazing blood I ever tasted. No one ever compared to him, and no one ever will."

"That's nice." Hermione mumbled.

Unbeknownst to her, Victoria heard her little mumble. "You'll love your mate's blood too…I know you're only half of what I am, but you've still got vampire blood in you, and that means you'll drink your mates blood, probably during sex." Her words were slurred, and she was waving her arms.

Hermione shook her head. "Just get to your room, or wherever you're going to pass out, without making noise." Hermione went back to her room while Victoria struggled to make it to the couch.

She didn't want to believe she would love someone's blood, or even have a mate. But the idea was so arousing, for some odd reason. But she didn't want to scare Harry, and she wasn't entirely sure about everything yet, so she decided to not bite him and drink his blood…yet.

But the memory of her mother made her remember that they needed to hear that prophesy. She leaned back and gave him one last kiss before saying, "We should probably get the crystal ball."

Harry knew she was right, but he wanted to keep kissing her. But when he heard footsteps, he remembered where they were. He got up and realized he was in his boxers. He looked back up at Hermione and she could see his dilemma in his eyes. She snapped her fingers and they were both dressed.

He smiled at her as Ron, Neville, Draco, and Aya came down the stairs. They froze when they saw Hermione taming down her hair with her hands and Harry fixing her glasses. Aya grinned, Draco smiled, Ron nodded his head awkwardly, and Neville laughed.

Harry then realized that he couldn't spend the rest of his immortal life without his friends. He hoped their bond would allow them to become immortal too, like that other bonded couple. He also realized that he needed his friends to come on their adventure thing. He took Hermione's hand and she immediately knew what his intentions were..

"Can I-…We talk to you guys?"

Aya raised an eyebrow before getting comfortable on the couch. "Okay." Ron, Neville, and Draco followed and got ready for what they were going to tell them, hoping it wasn't something life threatening.

"Hermione and I are soul bonded." Harry said, squeezing Hermione's hand.

Aya scoffed. "Obviously."

Ron and Neville just shook their heads, but Draco already knew. Aya told him her suspicions, and they came to the obvious conclusion. "What?" Ron asked, completely confused.

"You've been waking up in the same bed without remembering how you got there. There's this intense sexual tension between you two, and there's this weird connection you two have, it's like you've known each other your whole lives." Aya said, completely ignoring Ron.

"Wait a minute! What the hell is a soul bond?" Neville said, a little loud, making sure Aya would hear him and stop talking.

Aya turned to him with a slightly annoyed look. "It's a rare connection between two people that has only happened two other times." Harry nodded his head at her words, confirming them.

"There's something else." When everyone got silent, Harry continued. "There's this prophesy that we need to hear, and apparently we need to embark on an adventure that has something to do with the fate of the world."

Everyone was silent, even Aya, who gets over surprises and shocks quickly. After a minute or so with no one saying anything, Hermione said, dropping an even bigger bomb, "We have to leave."

It was silent for two whole minutes before Aya asked, "What?"

"Vict- My mother has the crystal ball thing with the prophesy in it. We have to hear it." Hermione said after a breath.

Harry then realized that he had to tell his parents about all this…unless they already knew about it and never told him. The thought made him slightly angry, and Hermione looked at him with a raised eyebrow, wondering what the anger was for. He saw her question in her eyes. "My parents." He said quietly.

Hermione inwardly groaned. Her experiences with parents were never good. She never dated the guys she had sex with, but she sometimes got together with a certain guy more then once, and they would run into his parents by accident, or they would catch them having sex. And for some reason, their parents always hate her. Not that she cared, but she realized that she was going to be with Harry for the rest of her life, which surprisingly didn't bother her, and she was going to have to meet them and talk to them. "You want me to meet them?"

Harry gave her a tiny smile. "That too."

"They're not gonna like me." Hermione stated.

"I'm sure they will. Besides, I'm gonna meet your mother when we go get the prophesy, I'm sure she's gonna love me." Hermione seemed to be in thought from his words.

No one she's known has ever met her mother. Well, she's never had a friend to meet her mother, but the fact that her mother hasn't talked to anyone, that she didn't kill, in eighteen years made her think that her meeting her soul mate would be interesting to witness. "She's an alcoholic that hasn't had a decent conversation in over eighteen years."

"Ah." Harry mumbled with a gulp.

"I want to meet her." Aya said as with a little smile.

Hermione turned her head to look at Aya with a raised eyebrow. "Why?" She asked slowly.

Aya lightly giggled at her confusion. "You're like my best friend, and your mother sounds interesting."

"She's not interesting. She's a major depressive with an extreme alcohol problem."

"That's interesting." Aya said back with a tiny grin.

Harry put his hands up. "Wait. I don't think you guys understand…We're leaving, like, today."

Neville was the one who spoke this time. "We understand. And we're coming with you."

Harry smiled. He knew they would. "You guys really want to leave school?"

Ron shrugged. He Neville and Draco didn't really care for school, but Aya loved to learn. She seemed fine with it though. "There's this test we can take after this whole…ordeal is sorted out. The muggles made this test called a GED after World War Two so the soldiers who left school to go to war could take this test and then get right back to their lives, now the test is used for high school drop outs and people who don't have enough money to go to school. Of course the ministry made a similar test for wizards."

After a few moments, "I don't follow."

Hermione and Harry rolled their eyes. Ron wasn't stupid, but it was a little difficult to follow Aya when she got into her definition mode.

"We can take the test after we figure their whole thing out…It's like graduating through a test. You can't make up your whole school life in like…six hours."

Ron nodded his head at Aya's words. "So we can just take the test and then get jobs." Aya nodded, confirming. "Cool.

Hermione stood up and Harry did too, seeing that he wouldn't let go of her hand. "We can go tonight, Victoria sleeps during the day."

"Quick question…Will your mother try to drink our blood?" Draco asked, holding onto Aya, knowing that she would want to talk to Victoria, and he didn't want her to get hurt.

Hermione shook her head. "No. She feeds off of the homeless and the people wandering the streets."

"Does she kill them?" Aya asked, with no fear in her voice, only curiosity.

"Rarely, she's not really big on the whole killing thing." Hermione answered.

Ron and Neville stood up. "Should we pack, or what?"

Harry and Hermione looked at each other for a moment. Harry turned back to them. "Just a few clothes, we don't really know what's going on at the moment. Apparently, it's big. So I wouldn't bring a trunk."

Ron and Neville nodded with tiny grins. It's every kids dream to go on an adventure, and they actually got the chance.

Unbeknownst to them, a red headed eaves dropper was around the corner, listening to every word.

Dumbledore stood at his window, looking out as he saw the sky start to darken. It was starting to get late, and he knew Harry and Hermione were probably going to be leaving soon. No doubt with Ron, Neville, Draco, and Aya.

So maybe he wasn't the best headmaster for allowing his students to leave, but he didn't really have much of a choice. The wizard world depended on them, and if worst came to worst, the muggle world too.

Maybe he should have told them a little bit more. Like the nemesis in this war. Oh yeah, maybe he should have told them about the war too. But they really did have to figure this all out on their own.

At least he thought they should. So they can get a better understanding of the situation the ministry got in.

"Professor McGonagall. I just found that Hermione Granger is planning to take Harry to the woods to kill him."

Minerva narrowed her eyes before turning around to look at Ginny. "Really?"

Ginny didn't understand why McGonagall wasn't rushing out of the castle to hex Granger. "Yes." It was almost as if Ginny believed her own lie.

Minerva knew this was a lie. She was one of the few people who knew about the soul bond between Harry and Hermione. Not to mention the gossip that's be going around. She may be a professor, but that doesn't mean she's not concerned about her students private lives.

From what she's heard, Ginny is completely obsessed with Harry, and has been trying to ambush Hermione every chance she has. Not to mention, a lot of rumors have been going around about Harry and Hermione being together and having an intense love affair.

She didn't know if they were true. But as soon as Ginny opened her mouth, Minerva knew most of the rumors were true. But Hermione about to kill Harry, the thought made her laugh. If Hermione killed Harry, she herself would die.

"Ginny. You know I don't tolerate lies from students in my house."

Ginny was confused. How did McGonagall know she was lying? "Okay fine. She's not gonna kill him…But they are leaving."

At that Minerva raised an eyebrow. She also knew that the fate of the world possibly relied on Harry and Hermione. What with the war and all going on.

She knew they were going to leave, she actually thought they would have left the forth day of school. "Go back to the common room, it's getting late." Ginny stared at the professor for a few moments before running out of the classroom.

Minerva dropped the book that was in her hand and went straight to Dumbledore's office.

"You're sure you guys want to do this?" Harry asked, for the ninth time.

Aya was about ready to tell Draco to punch him. "Yes!"

Hermione couldn't help the little smile grace her lips. That had been happening lately. Ever since she met Harry and his friends, she had been smiling. She was never one to really smile. But it was kinda nice.

"So how do we get there? None of us have a car; we don't have enough money to buy a plane ticket, we don't have a car to get to an airport, we can't fly because we'll obviously be spotted, I have no idea where fireplace is so we can floo out of here, none of us know how to Apparate yet, and we don't have any portkeys."

It took a few seconds for Hermione to register all of what Neville said but after a few seconds she raised her hand, snapped her fingers and before they knew it, they were in New York City.

"Or you could just do that." Neville said as he blinked a few times. Wondering how she got them there with a snap of her fingers. He knew Hermione had a…different kind of power, but he didn't know she could do that.

Harry looked at the house, it wasn't super nice. It looked rather cozy actually. Hermione obviously didn't live in a suburb, but it looked like a nice neighborhood. He took her hand, immediately feeling confident and happy.

He gulped and walked to the door. Aya, Draco, Ron, and Neville followed in silence, knowing this was gonna be a moment for Harry and Hermione. He was meeting her mother, and that was a big thing.

Hermione opened the door and wasn't surprised to find her mother lying on the couch with a bottle of whisky in her hands.

"You're back."

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