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The homework was being handed back. Hermione looked at her mark: 'A' as in only 'Acceptable'. Again.

She really had to pay more attention in class, and be more thorough when she read. Then again it wasn't entirely her fault that she sometimes skipped a few passages while reading or started spacing out during class.

She was distracted.

No, there wasn't anyone. But then again, there was.

Someone with white-blond hair and silver eyes.

Someone who kept appearing in her dreams every night.

It was always the same. She would be running through a Dark Forest in a shimmering, silver gown, holding it up a little so she didn't trip over the hem. Then one of her silver chandelier earrings would fall off and she'd bend to pick it up. Instead, a pale hand would reach the earring first. Both would straighten up, and she would see none other than Draco Malfoy.

He would put her earring back on her ear, and she would let him. Their positions would change and suddenly they would be dancing to the eerie music that was playing. Dancing very, very closely.

Just as they were becoming even closer, she would wake up, drenched in sweat. After a cold shower, she would return to bed hoping for sleep but would just toss and turn until morning.

She had read enough to know that once a person has the same dream repeatedly, it means that there's something more to it then just your imagination going loose while you sleep. These were premonitions of something. Her dreams were trying to communicate with her and tell her something.

And it really didn't help that she had to see Malfoy all the time; being Heads together, they had to share a dormitory. He'd never talk to her though, not really anyway. Having stopped insulting her in the beginning of their 6th year, it seemed as though he had run out of things to say. There was occasional small talk about school, duties, books or food but nothing other than that.

The dreams had started coming in the beginning of October and now it was mid-October. Ever since they had started, she had been able to look at him let alone be in the same room as him. One day though, he caught up with her.

She had just entered their common room and was heading towards her room when he caught her arm.

"Tell me, Granger," he whispered venomously, "why are you avoiding me? Are you scared of me or does your hatred for me run so deep that you can no longer stand being in the same room as me?"

"None." Though truth be told, he was starting to scare her a little now.

"Then why do you insist avoiding me? I would have thought you would communicate with me more now that I seem to be occupying your thoughts so much." He paused, "Especially when you sleep."

Hermione gasped, "How do you know about my dreams?"

"I am the reason you are having them."

Silence. Then, "I knew it! They were premonitions, weren't they? But what about?"

Draco looked hesitant to answer, "Can't you guess?"

"I'm always running away at first so that could mean there's danger. Then you come along and save me, kind of. All of a sudden then, we start dancing…and I have no idea what that could mean…unless…I get it!" she cried happily, "the Halloween ball! That's what the dancing means. Something is going to happen there but you've warned me already and that's going to save me and the rest of us. Are you a spy?"

Draco looked incredulous. "Actually, I just wanted to ask if you would like to go with me."

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Did she say yes? Who knows…oh wait, I do! There will be a sequel that I'm going to add to this. Reviews will be appreciated!