Counter Dimensions

A/N: Sorry I didn't get the posted earlier with Mione 4 but it said that the story didn't exist when I uploaded it. So here I am trying again.

Lemonade8: I will be explaining the reasoning for the fever in this chapter. I hope I made Mione in the last chapter seem a little more believable for you. Thank you for the long review. I hope you enjoy this chapter.

I hope you all enjoy this chapter. I'm not sure it's as long as I'd like but I tried to make it a little bit longer.

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Not much happened for awhile besides that Harry and I started dating a week after he kissed me. Draco hadn’t bothered me since I showed him the mark, and out first Hogsmeade visit was this weekend. I couldn’t wait to go. I had also gone to see Dumbledore after that insident.

*flashback*

"Sir, do you know of any reason why I would have unexplainable fever like I did. Madam Pomfrey has already told me that it wasn't because of a curse or a sickness."

He inclined his head towards me in a nod. "Yes, I have spoken to Firenze and he has informed me that your fever was a side effect of the time and space travel that you went through to come to our world. He has also told me that you may experience more side effects but they could come on suddenly or gradually after time. There is no way to tell if you will get them or not."

I flinched a little at the thought of side effects. "What kind of side effects, Sir? Did he say?"

"Yes, Miss Granger, there could be severe to minor migraines, along with nose bleeds, and there is a high probability that you could begin to feel a sense of belonging to this world even though you know that you do not belong here."

*end flashback*

That had been all we had discussed, that day alone in his office. I didn't want to believe that those side effects could happen to me but they were already beginning, at least one of them was. That stupid sense of belonging was starting to settle in around my heart as I became more and more involved with Harry and his friends.

“Hermione, can you help me with this?”

I looked up from my homework and over to Ron and Harry. “Sure.” They moved closer and gave me their papers, half of the answers were wrong so I took the liberty in correcting most of them. “You guys are helpless. I don’t see how you ever managed to defeat the Dark Lord.”

They just rolled their eyes and took their papers back. “You helped of course,” Ron stated.

I laughed. “I’m surprised I didn’t do it myself.” See there was that sense of belonging creeping in on me. I tended to talk of myself as if I was their Hermione.

Harry smirked at me and swiftly wrapped his arms around me and pulled me onto his lap. “Stop struggling, you’re causing a scene,” he hissed in my ear to which I stopped moving and almost stopped breathing altogether. “That’s better.” He loosened his grip on me and started working again.

I glared at him until he looked back up at me. “That was something Draco would do,” I stated.

He scowled. “Please don’t compare me to him.”

“Well don’t act like him.”

He continued scowling. “I did not act like him.”

“Yes you did. He always thought he knew what was right and always tried to boss me around, just like just did,” I said standing up.

“Come on Hermione, I did not just act like that white ferret,” he too stood up, his voice slightly rising.

My jaw tightened and I bit back the temper that was pulsing to break through. “If you say so Harry. I’m going to my room now if you need me, too bad. I suggest you think about us tonight.” I swiftly walked away and up to the dorm I shared with Ginny.

She looked up from the blue-jean skirt she was altering. “What happened? I heard Harry yelling.”

“I compared him to Draco because he was being too cocky.” Way too cocky.

Ginny let a small laugh escape her lips and went back to sewing a plaid and lace rivvon around the torn edge of the skirt. “He’s just mad that in your world Draco got to you first. He feels like he has to be more than himself to make you love him like you did Draco. Ron was the same way when he first found out that Harry fancied you but once you explained to him that you only like him as a brother he backed off and gave Harry his space for him to try and get you. Until now he never succeeded. I hope that when our Hermione gets back and you leave that she will feel for him the way you do.”

I sat down next to her and picked up the black ribbed tank that she had added gems and lace to as well. “So do you think it was wrong of me?” I paused. "To have compare him to Draco, I mean."

“No not at all, you had all the right in the world if you feel like that’s how he really is acting. But I would talk to him if I were you, he doesn’t do well with rejection you can ask Cho.” She stood up taking the top and the skirt with her to the bathroom and left me sitting on the bed alone.

I got up and went through my trunk looking for my photo album. I always kept it with me in a shrunken form so that I could look at it when I wanted so it came through the portal with me; it was the only thing I had of my old life. It held all my memories from childhood to the day I got on the train. It seemed that Draco was in every picture, even the ones of me as a baby, I had never noticed it until that point just how much Draco really meant to me, a few tears feel from my eyes but I wiped them away and continued looking through the album. I didn’t have very many pictures with my parents since they were never really home and I was always at the Malfoy’s. the more I looked at the pictures and looked back on the memories I felt that the Malfoy’s were more my family than my real family; with this thought more tears sprang from my mocha eyes and I tried terribly to wipe them away before Ginny could see, but I wasn’t fast enough because she stepped out of the bathroom showered and dressed in her new outfit.

The moment she saw me she rushed to my side and took my hand. “What’s the matter, Hermione? Did something happen?”

I looked down at the album, “No, I was just thinking about my life before I came here.”

Ginny took the liberty of taking the album from me and flipping through the pages. “How come I only see the Malfoy’s and never your parents?”

More tears sprang to my eyes. “That’s because my parents were always on trips to spend their money. I was always left with Draco and his parents. I mean it’s not that my parents didn’t love me it’s just they loved their money more. They gave me everything I wanted except love, the Malfoy’s were always there for me; I pretty much lived there, I had my own room, my own bath, a ton of clothes, and even a car, but I never really had my parents.”

Ginny hugged me and wiped away my tears. “Oh, Mione, I’m so sorry. Is there anything I can do?”

I shook my head. “No, I just want to be alone right now, you go ahead and go out with Clay (A/N: I made him up) I don’t mind. Could you tell Harry that I’m sorry when you go down?”

She nodded and gave me a gentle squeeze before gliding out the door.

I lay there for quite some time before a knocking sounded through the room. I wiped away my fresh tears and went to the door. “Who is it?”

“It’s Harry, can I come in?”

I frowned but opened the door to let him in. “What do you want, Harry? And how did you get up here, I thought there was a charm on the girls dorms that kept boys from coming up unless it was an emergancy?”

“Ginny told me you were upset, so I figured I might as well come up here and apologize and talk to you about what’s going on. And there is on the other girls dorms, but because you and Ginny have always been needed by Ron and I the spell is only set up for other guys not us.”

“Oh I know what’s going on, you’re jealous of the fact that Draco was my first. But I just want to say, that was in my world, that was before I really knew you. Here in this world your Hermione, that you know and love, is a goody-good who always does her work and doesn’t work for Dark Wizards in her spare time, she hunts them down. I can’t be that Hermione, that’s not who I am. I don’t work for Voldemort here but I do in my world.”

“So do you wish that Voldemort were still alive here?” Harry interrupted.

“No, because then it would make my life even harder than it is now. Yes when I first got here and figured out I was in an alternate dimension, I thought about destroying everything good in the honor of the Dark Lord because I knew I would eventually get back to my home and then Voldemort would reward me for my honorable deed.” I paused and sat down on the bed tired from my pacing as I spoke the truth. “I can understand if you never want to speak to me again. I know it's bad, I know I'm bad.”

Harry frowned and sat beside me, placing his arm around my waist and making me look at him. “Never would I not want to talk to you; you can’t help the world you grew up in, that was not your choice.” He paused and smiled a bit. “I mean look at me, my parents were killed by Voldemort which started my screwed up destiny. I had to live with my aunt and uncle, who hat me because I’m a wizard. I lived in closet until I came to school here and got a wand and then they were too afraid I would curse them so they gave me a proper room, they didn't know I wasn't allowed to do magic outside of school.”

“You lived with your aunt and uncle?” I asked in astonishment.

“Yeah why?” he questioned.

“Because in my world you lived in an orphanage until Dumbledore brought you here, then you just lived here with Hagrid.”

“Wow that would have been so much better than living with the Dursly’s(SP). But then that would have made me even more like Voldemort.”

“Yes I suppose it would.” I paused and looked away from him and out the window. “Harry, you know that we can never really be together; we’re from different worlds, literally. And once Dumbledore finds a way I’ll be going back to my world and your Hermione will be returned to you. If she’s as smart as I am then she will have figured all this out by now, but without the help of good then she may end up as I was when I first arrived here.” I took a deep breath and stood back up; my pacing began again. “Draco has probably noticed that she doesn’t have a dark mark as well as the Dark Lord, it won’t take long for him to demand that she prove herself to him. He probably thinks she’s betrayed him and that Dumbledore’s followers have found a way to brainwash his followers and to remove the mark. When I had to prove myself it was during fourth year, as I’ve told you already. I helped Barty Jr. get you to the graveyard; he really was an insolent arse. I’m pretty sure Snape helped him here.”

“Why do you say that?” Harry asked standing beside me at the window, startling me.

“No reason, just that Voldemort was going to have him do it in my world and I know that he was one of his followers here as well.”

“Good point.” He grabbed my hand and started pulling me to the door.

“Where are you taking me, Harry? It’s after supper and we’re not allowed outside.”

“No one said we were going outside, now did I?” He smiled mischievously and dragged me down more and more halls until we finally got to the Astronomy Tower; he covered my eyes and slowly walked me to the top, the cool blast of air took my breath away and Harry let his hands drop. The scene before me was incredible, he had set up a beautiful candlelit dinner that brought tears to my eyes.

“Harry, you did all of this for me?”

He nodded and gently took my hand and lead me to the table. “Ok, so technically we are outside, but we have permission from Dumbledore.”

I smiled as he sat down and slowly started eating conscious of every move I made.

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed it. I know it is short and I am sorry for that as I went through and edited I tried to lengthen it a bit.