As Hermione sat in the headmasters' office she looked around. She saw the pictures above his desk and their contents seemed to be staring at her. She started to squirm in her seat wishing professor Dumbledore would hurry. Just as she thought this he stepped into the room. "Miss Granger, what did you wish to speak to me about?" he sat down and peered at her over his half moon-shaped spectacles his light blue eyes seemed to twinkle

"Um," she started "as I start my sixth year I am able and encouraged to take a part time job. Well I have checked into a lot of my choices and the only one I am fully interested in is at the school."

Dumbledore nodded knowingly "so you would like me to appoint you a job."

Hermione nodded in agreement.

He thought for a moment then started again "as you know a lot of the house elves are aware that you as well as a couple of other students have tried to trick them into picking up hats and socks, therefore freeing them so all of the others have become afraid of picking them up. So I would like you to pick up where they have left off." He paused to look at Hermione to see how she was taking this "your first job is in the dungeons. I would like you to pick up the Slytherins common room on the week ends after they have gone to bed."

Hermione stood up nodded at Dumbledore and turned around to leave but stopped and spun around "Professor, how do I get in and when do I start?"

He stood up and handed her a small piece of paper and whispered "tonight" then before she knew what happened she was standing in front of the stone gargoyle. She took her time going back to the Gryffindor common room because she knew Harry and Ron would want to know what had happened. But she didn't want to tell them, they would make a big deal about it. As she walked she twirled the paper in her fingers. When she entered through the portrait hole Ginny and Neville were the only ones still in the common room. Hermione opened the paper so fast it almost ripped. In very small lettering it said:

Dungeons 9:45 sharp there will be a house elf to show you the ropes.

She glanced at her watch 9:35. "Damn" she breathed "Gin don't wait up for me, kay? First night on the job." She literally ran through the castle and almost past the house elf standing by the door. When she slid to a stop she hurriedly straightened her cloaks and hair. the house elf continued to look around as if him didn't even notice her sliding down the corridor in front of him. Hermione coughed loudly and the elf seemed to return to earth but still a little dazed. "I'm here for my …." she searched for the right word "training."

The house elf said so perkily "Oh yes, Miss Granger, this way please." He dragged one of his long bony fingers down a few blocks along the wall and a door appeared he grabbed the knob and turned. He showed her around and what they were supposed to do and she was on her own. Once she heard the door close after her fellow worker she started to pick and straighten things up. She thought she had done when she noticed a couple of open books by the fire she walked over and picked them up, she started to stand up and someone one was asleep in the huge black chair. She smiled he looked so peaceful. She grabbed a blanket off of couch as she was instructed to do if any one was asleep on any of the furniture, and she draped it on the sleeping boy. He began to stir as she fed the fire so he wouldn't freeze during the night.

"No, don't hurt her." he cried as he started to thrash

She didn't know what to do. So she did the first thing that popped in her head. She grabbed his shoulders and tried to hold him down that didn't seem to be working. His thrashing continued "no, leave her alone. Don't do that."

She did the next thing that popped in her head. She got on top of him and tried harder to stop his thrashing and screaming so he didn't wake anyone. This attempt seemed to be working so she stayed there her heart pounding and her throat started to close she rubbed his arms 'his arms are so firm' she thought as she ran her fingers through his white blonde hair, 'its so soft' she thought then she realized that it was Malfoy she was thinking this way about. She immediately jumped off of him and straightened the last of the books and hurried back to her own dormitory.

But she didn't go straight to sleep she remained awake thinking about what had just happened. 'What had he been dreaming? Who was he talking about? What didn't he want to happen? And who was he telling not to touch her?' When she finally fell asleep it was the frightened look on his face that went through her head last.

A/n: please be sure to comment and be honest

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