Hey guys! This is actually my first time writing a fanfic. I've been kinda obsessed with Dramione fics for the past few weeks and have found and read a lot of really good ones. If you're actually reading this, then good for you! I actually found myself skipping all these boring author notes when I first started reading fanfics, but later learned that they're actually kinda interesting.

I'm really excited to have a story of mine put up on here. I'm nervous that you guys will all hate it, hunt me down, and throw me off some cliff in Alaska or something, but I'll swallow my fear! A bunch of these ideas I made up myself, but some I have to give credit to other stories and authors. Like, What the Room Requires by Alydia Rackham and I'll Be Better When I'm Older by NaturalSAB. (Oh and btw, you guys should REALLY check out those stories. They're AMAZINGGG!)

Oops, started babbling again! Ok on with the story...

Meant To Be

Friday, December 31 - New Year's Eve

HERMIONE

Hermione Jean Granger was running late.

That sentence should be grammatically incorrect, but oh gods, she was late! After a late night of working on her dreaded Potions essay Snape had assigned, a new Transfiguration spell that McGonagall had taught, a Charms assignment, and the two scripture translations for Ancient Runes, she had barely gotten three hours of sleep. As soon as her head hit the pillow, she was out for what seemed like two seconds, and was forced awake again by an unfamiliar blast of sunlight through her window. She had never even gotten up after sunrise, let alone missed breakfast! She found herself throwing on her robes while brushing her teeth and combing her hair and grabbing her books and oh my goodness she was so late. Oh gods, even my thoughts are lagging behind, she thought to herself.

What had made her sleep in so much?

Oh, I know, it was the dream I had last night. The dream that had been so strange? Mysterious? So...real?

Out of nowhere, she had found herself in a great hall. She was wearing the most beautiful dress. One that fit her so perfectly, that it felt as if it was made for her. She remembered gliding across the floor. She was...dancing? Was she alone? No. No, there was someone. Someone with strong arms and shiny silver eyes. But she couldn't remember what he looked like. All she remembered was how his arms felt around her and how his deep pools of gray had stared into her starstruck brown ones. He had leaned in and whispered sweet nothings into her ear, saying things like "You look so beautiful" and "I could stay like this forever." But before anything else had happened, he had leaned in and whispered, "Wake up, my love."

And she had woken up, sweating and panting as if she had run a marathon. Why was she sweating? This wasn't a dream that she should melt over. But the realness of the entire dream had shaken her to her core. She could still feel his arms, the warmth radiating from his handsome white robes...

But now was not the time to think about fantasies! She finally got herself ready and flew out the portrait door, quietly ignoring the friendly hello from Sir Francis, the proud knight who was painted onto her dorm entrance. She made a mental note to herself to apologize for her rudeness to him later. She sprinted down the corridors and ran through the hallways, finally reaching a dark, tall door in the dungeons. She groaned. Facing an always-moody Snape in Advanced Potions was torture enough. Now she had to give him the satisfaction of her being late. She switched her belongings into her other arm and pushed the door open, which let out an annoying squeak. She tiptoed in, hoping that maybe, just maybe she'd be able to sneak in without him-

"Ahh, Miss Granger. So wonderful of you to grace us with your presence." Snape said, showing off an uncharacteristic smirk. Oh how he loved catching her when she was anything less than perfect.

She suppressed another groan. "Sorry, Professor. I don't know how I slept in, but I had-"

"Save your excuses, Miss Granger and take a seat. You've caused enough disturbance." He firmly stated, frowning and turning around back to his desk. Hermione quickly sat down next to Harry and sighed. Harry chuckled and leaned over to his best friend.

"Well at least he didn't take any points away," he whispered.

"Thank you for reminding me, Mr. Potter. Ten points from Gryffindor," Snape said without turning around. All the Gryffindors in the class groaned and the Slytherins sniggered. Hermione managed to shoot a look at a large group of them. When she and her fellow Gryffindors had learned that their Advanced Potion class was to be shared with Slytherin and taught by Snape, they knew they were in for trouble.

"Now, open your books to page 159 to the Essence of Eden. Brew the potion by the end of the class. Judging by the time, you have approximately one hour to complete the potion. If brewed correctly, the potion should change shades every five seconds. Anything more or less is a sign that it was made incorrectly. You may begin." There was an instant shuffling and the class began their brewing. For the next hour, the classroom was filled with weird smells and strange noises while all the different ingredients were mixed together. By the end of class, only three pairs had made it successfully, Hermione and Harry obviously one of them. The two friends quickly packed up and were leaving when an all-too-familiar sneer stopped them.

"Hey, Granger. What, were you up late fantasizing about your nonexistent boyfriends?" Draco laughed. Hermione froze at how close Malfoy had hit to the truth.

"Shove off, Malfoy," Harry hissed, glaring at the blonde. Hermione was reluctant to answer. Saying anything would just result in them fighting for hours like always. She just glared into his...silver eyes. She froze. His eyes were...silver? Since when were they that shade? Whatever, she said to herself, just a coincidence. She shook off her initial shock and continued to glare at the prat.

"I don't believe I was talking to you, Scarface," Draco scoffed. He walked past the two with his trademark Draco-oh-I'm-so-much-better-than-you-Malfoy smirk.

Oh, one day, she was gonna do something that wiped that cocky grin off his face.

"Don't mind him, Harry. It's me he wants to torture." Hermione placed a hand on her friend's shoulder.

"Ugh, he just gets me so ANGRY. I didn't want to be in such a bad mood, what with the dance tonight and all. I wanted to make it special for Ginny and...Oi, Hermione, are you alright?" Harry stopped and walked to her, who had frozen three steps behind him.

Oh no oh no oh no, the DANCE! I completely forgot about it! Hermione thought to herself.

"Hermione, HERMIONE! Are you alright?" Harry said, worriedly. She shook her head and turned to him.

"Oh no, it's nothing, Harry. I just totally forgot about the dance, that's all. Oh gods, I have to get ready. I don't even have a dress," she gushed. Harry just smiled.

"Bugger, Hermione, I was really worried there for a second. Why don't you go to Ginny? I'm sure she can help you," he said warmly. She instantly brightened.

"Oh, you're right, Harry! I'm gonna go find her right this moment. Thanks! See you later," she yelled as she ran down the hallway. She was in desperate need of her red-haired best friend. Where was she? She knew Ginny had Charms in the morning, so she ran through the familiar corridors until she spotted the youngest Weasley.

"Ginny! Hey, Ginny!" The young red-head turned around and greeted Hermione with a warm smile.

"Hey, Hermione, what's up?"

"I need your help. I don't know what I'm gonna do for the dance tonight! I don't have a dress or shoes or anything!" Hermione gushed.

"Wait, why are you so desperate? You've never been so interested in any other school dances before," Ginny questioned. Hermione froze. She was right. What was it that made her so eager to join this school function? Then the answer hit her. Her dream last night. That dream had hit her so hard, that deep down, she knew she wanted to see if it would come true. She decided to hide her little fantasy from everyone.

"Oh, I don't know, Ginny. I just think it's about time that I took part in something like this," she said, hoping her friend would buy it. Ginny did. Her face instantly lit up and she grabbed Hermione's hand.

"Well, in that case, we're going all out! I'm gonna do you hair and makeup and find you a dress and shoes-" Hermione had to stop her before she passed out form her excitement. She listened as her friend dragged her to the dorms, going on and on about how she should style her hair and what color dress she should wear.

All Hermione was thinking about was the guy from her dream.

I feel like I've seen him somewhere. Like I've met him before. Haven't I seen those eyes?

She decided to just ignore her dream for awhile and just go with Ginny's plan. It's just one dance, what could happen?

Little did she know, that every moment in the next two weeks was intricately planned by a mysterious figure, who was watching her from the shadows.

"Oh, Hermione, just wait. You'll see why this is all happening soon enough," the person whispered.

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Until next time, I bid you farewell *bows* *curtains close* *cue deafening applause*