Ok, this is my first fanfic, so please be nice.

Hermione woke up early as usual. She yawned as she looked at her watch. 4.00 a.m. She was dead tired, but knew that she wouldn't be able to go back to sleep. She sighed as her brain began to work the night out. It had been another night of dreams se couldn't remember, but they always affected her mood. Right now she felt confused and agitated. Thank goodness she'd had the OWL's test the previous year, as for now she had problems concentrating in classes and as she studied.

After half an hour Crookshanks came in to the dormitory and joined her on the bed. She patted his soft fur, played with his tail and tried to remember what her latest dream had been about. There was a boy in it, always a boy, but she could never remember who he was. That was probably why she felt so confused.

As the clock approached breakfast-time she rose and got dressed. Harry and Ron were waiting for her i the common room, Harry as usual trying to come up with a new explanation to what Malfoy was up to. She tried to look as though she was listening, but her mind was somewhere else. Sometimes things felt a little uncomfortable with Ron, but today it was ok, when Lavender wasn't there. She just had to accept that Ron had chosen Lavender over her.

The three took place at the Gryffindor table and started eating their breakfast. Harry and Ron were now talking about quidditch and Hermione didn't feel she was obligated to seem interested, they all knew she knew very little about quidditch. She looked around in the Great Hall and saw Draco Malfoy sitting at the Slytherin table. With a jolt she had a flashback of her latest dream. Malfoy had been the boy in it! And he had been kissing her. But it hadn't been an unpleasant feeling, she thought absent mindedly. Why?

"Hermione? Hermione, is there something wrong?" Harry asked her. She came back to reality and discovered she sat with her fork halfway to her mouth.

"I… I'm fine" she said. "Just remembered something. Nothing important" she added hastily.

Harry gave her an investigating look, but then turned to Ron to discuss broomsticks and golden snitches further. Hermione glanced over at Malfoy and tried to remember more of her dream, but soon it was time to go to their first lesson, Herbology.

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She had a even harder time concentrating in classes than before. The teachers were surprised that her hand wasn't up in the air as much as usual, but she just couldn't listen to what they were saying or what they were asking. Harry and Ron noticed her straying thoughts too and asked her what was wrong, but she just told them she'd had too few hours of sleep.

Hermione went to the library to try to study before dinner. Harry and Ron had gone off to quidditch practise, so she had some time to kill. She sat down and began with the essay on Ancient Runes, but after a while she had a feeling of being watched. As she looked up she saw Draco Malfoy standing by one of the bookshelves staring at her. Feeling a bit embarrassed, as if he knew what had happened in her head last night, she returned to her books again. But when she looked up once more, Malfoy was standing right beside her.

"What are you reading?" he asked her.

"A book about ancient runes" she answered, surprised "nothing you'd be interested in".

He leaned forward and grabbed her book, eying it carefully.

"I need this one" he said.

"Well, you can't have it" she said, getting angrier with every word she spoke. "I'm using it now, you'll have to wait for your turn"

He sneered. "Oh, like I would listen to you".

"I hope you haven't forgotten the punch I gave you in our third year" she said heatedly "because I'll have no trouble reminding you".

For a moment he stood quite still, she could tell he was deciding wich was worst: him not getting what he wanted, or her hitting him again. He must've decided on the latter, as he leaned over to replace the book, and accidentally, his hand brushed against hers. She had a shivering sensation, like electricity flowing through her. Before she knew what she was doing, she kissed him.

Obviously he was startled, but after a while he returned her kiss. Something was fluttering inside her, like a butterfly trying to get out of her cheast. Without her noticing it, her hand was slowly making its way upwards, aiming at his face.

And then he broke off.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" he hissed. She heard him as thorugh a long distance, trying to take in what she had done.

"I… I…" she stuttered.

"If I actually wanted to taint myself by kissing a mudblood, I wouldn't go for the know-it-all teacher's pet!" he spat out before he turned and walked away, leaving her confused and embarrassed.

She tried to think clearly. What had just happened? Why had she kissed him? She just didn't know what had gotten into her. Quickly she gathered her things and walked towards the Gryffindor tower. It was amazing that she managed to find her way there as her head was spinning with quiestions.

"I'm just confused because of the dream I had" she thought. "It showed me another Malfoy, and I've mixed him up with the real one."

"Are you sure?" another voice said.

"Yes of course I am! I've always hated him, he's unpleasent, he's spiteful and he's a racist! Besides, he's so pale and gloomy and…"

"Attractive?"

"No way!"

But, she had to admit to herself, Draco Malfoy had grown up to a rather handsome young boy. Pale yes, even more pale lately, but none the less handsome. And still he was the enemy, kissing him was like betraying all her friends and relatives! But that kiss… She couldn't stop thinking that he had returned it, he had kissed her back.

Although she couldn't remember it, she must've told the Fat Lady the password and climbed through the portrait hole, because she suddenly found herself in the Gryffindor common room. Harry and Ron were back from quidditch practise, and Lavender had joined them. She passed them, said merely "Hi" and headed for the girls dormitory, but Harry seized her by the arm.

"Are you coming to dinner?" he asked her.

"Um…" she said, glancing at Ron and Lavender who were cuddling as usual.

"Oh, don't worry, they'll never notice if we'd sit somewhere else."

"Okay then."

He smiled at her. It looked like a you're-so-brave-hang-in-there-smile and she didn't feel like discussing the Ron-and-Lavender-issue, so she told him she had to leave her books first and went upstairs. When she returned Ron and Lavender had left the common room and Harry were waiting for her by the fire. They went downstairs together, scaresly talking to each other, just a few words about classes. Hermione hoped Harry wouldn't ask her about Ron, but if she knew Harry, he wouldn't. He hadn't even told her he was in love with Ginny, although Hermione already knew and could see it was eating him.

She sat down with her back at the Slytherin table so she wouldn't be able to look at Draco Malfoy. Anyway Harry had spotted Ginny and Dean Thomas and wasn't very talkative, so they ate in silence.

They had just went out of the Great Hall, and Harry had run up to Neville to tell him something, when Hermione heard something.

"Psst, Granger!" It was Malfoy.

She looked around her nervously. "Yes?"

He took her by the hand and pulled her aside so no one would see them. Again she felt the rush of electricity.

"I just wanted to say that I won't tell anyone about the… library incident, and I would prefer that you didn't either."

She felt humiliated and could see how much he enjoyed to have something like this on her.

"Don't worry" she said with an effort "I don't want any link with you, but I think you'll have more to lose than I have."

She turned and walked quickly away, hoping he wouldn't notice the angry tears that filled her eyes.