His blood dripped onto the ground as he lay lifeless looking on the table in front of one of the most darkest, evilest wizard of all time. Voldemort. His blonde hair was soaked with his own blood, cuts and bruises where able to be seen in the places where is shirt was ripped to pieces. The Dark Lord laughed harshly as he brought his wand down to Draco's neck. No… This couldn't be happening. He couldn't be killed. I loved him too much. His silver eyes where closed and I looked up over at Harry, who was trapped against Voldemort's father's bones. Ron was being held by Belatrix, her wand pressed harshly against his cheek.

"P-Please don't k-kill him," I whispered. Voldemort's head twisted so fast towards me, that I made a gagging sound in the back of my throat. He was so evil and grotesque looking.

"I must. He has betrayed us, but don't worry mudblood, you will be joining this traitor soon," his voice was mocking and ice cold.

"K-kill me f-first. Please. I don't want to see him die," I cried and I noticed how Harry struggled in his binding position.

"Hermione, don't! Remember what you said during our third year…. He isn't worth it!" Harry yelled, struggling again.

I didn't bother saying anything to that. Malfoy was definitely worth dying for. I wouldn't have said this in the past, but it was different now… We helped each other through difficult times when our work got hard. Even though he didn't want anything to do with me at first. Now, it was different. Now, I would literally die for him.

Voldemort gave me this long chilling look before he walked over to me slowly. I closed my eyes and then later…. When I opened them, it was dark and Voldemort and Malfoy where no where to be seen. What the heck?

Hermione abruptly sat up in her bed. The Gryffindor common room where she slept was dark and stuffy inside. Sweat dripped down both sides of her cheeks. She has been having the same dream since the beginning of the school year. She didn't know why because one: she hated Draco Malfoy and he hated her. Two: the dark lord was supposed to be dead, so how could she be having this dream? Hermione got up from her bed quietly, trying not to wake the others from their probably peaceful dreams, and walked to the bathroom to wash her face to get the sleep out of her eyes.

She looked at herself in the mirror and glared at the person who stared back. Her hair was a tangled mess, even more so then normal. Her eyes where blood shot, and she was all sweaty looking and gross. Her night clothes where all wrinkled and rolled up. She scrunched her nose up in disgust as she looked at herself. She sighed before deciding a shower was in order. So, she undressed and turned on the warm water in the shower. When the water hit her sore body, she instantly relaxed.

Not knowing how long she stood in the shower room, she opened her tired eyes and picked up a wash rag to wash her eyes to get rid of the drowsiness that she still had. Then, she stepped out of the shower, dressed into her school uniform early, and headed to the library, managing to successfully not wake up the rest of the girls in her common room.

When she got there no one was in it yet except the librarian who was sitting at her desk, glasses on , and her nose in a book. She only looked up when she noticed Hermione walk into the room. She nodded her head slightly in greeting before going back to her book. Hermione smiled happily before walking over to the tables that where in each row of bookshelves for students to sit at once they found their book, or had homework to do, which Hermione had very much of. Her smile faded when she dug around for her homework and found she had a whole stack of it. She had to write a paper for potions, herbology and one for McGonagall's transfiguration class.

She began to wonder if the teachers really liked her. If they did, maybe they wouldn't hand out so much homework in one day. She spread it all out on one table and got her quill and ink bottle out, dipped her quill in and began to write down reasons why you shouldn't use a bad wand when your trying to change an animal into an object. She remembered when Ron drove his dad's blue magic flying car into the womping willow and ended up getting his wand snapped in two.

In McGonagall's transfiguration class he ended up turning his traitor rat into a cup, but you could still see the rat's fur and long gross tail hanging out. She thought about using that as an example, but thought better of it, because knowing Ron and Harry, they where probably going to want to copy off her homework. She sighed and put her head down on the table, she felt like pounding it against the table top. She hadn't been getting enough sleep lately, all because of one certain Slytherine jerk, and having this much homework to do was a lot of pressure.

"How can you be up so early doing…. Homework?" The sound of Harry Potter's voice made Hermione jump slightly in her seat and look at him with a glare. She knew she shouldn't take her frustration out on him, but did he really and truly have to ask her that when she was already annoyed?

"I need to finish some homework before the due date and I couldn't sleep because…. I had another nightmare again, Harry. I don't know what to do about them, they are starting to make me really scared," she began to babble to him, and he was looking at her with a worried look.

Harry looked around before turning his attention back to Hermione. "Was it about Voldemort again?" He asked in a whisper and Hermione nodded her head in answer. She looked down at the table top, not sure if she should tell him that Malfoy was in it and she sacrificed herself for him to live….

"Harry, if I tell you this will you promise not to get upset? Please, it is just a dream," Hermione asked, in a low and worried voice. Harry nodded his head at his best friend and was really starting to worry about her when he noticed that she was more skinnier then normal, had dark tired circles under her eyes, and looked very stressed out.

"Sure, you can tell me anything you want 'Mione. I won't get upset," Harry promised her and he sat down in the chair across from her, letting her know that he was listening.

"The nightmare had Voldemort in it…. And Malfoy. It also had me giving up my life for him so he could live… Malfoy I mean. I don't know why because we have always hated each other since the first day of school, not to mention all the torture he has put me through. Why the heck would I give up my life for him? It's not like we would fall in love… no that is impossible," Hermione said, sounding exasperated.

Harry could tell he had wide, shocked eyes by the look Hermione had on her face, and she put her head back down on the table. "I knew you where going to be mad at me," Hermione whispered into her hands sadly. Harry shook his head and put his hand lightly on his best friend's shoulder.

"Hermione, I'm not mad at you. I am just shocked. I don't understand why you would give your life for… Malfoy's either, and the dream about Voldemort is confusing, because he is supposed to be dead. How are we supposed to figure this out?" Harry asked her.

She shook her head in answer. " I don't know Harry, but I hope my dreams aren't telling me my future," Hermione whispered to him.

There where footsteps that could be heard in the library and Harry looked at Hermione's homework. "So, it looks like your stuck with McGonagall's homework too eh?" Hermione nodded her head at him, and she turned her paper towards him to show how much she had written.

"Merlin, your farther then I am in your paper," Harry muttered. Hermione rolled her eyes at him and took her paper back. Harry got his out and showed Hermione, who's eyes widened in horror when she saw that he only had all but three lines written about the essay.

"Harry! You should have more than that by now! Here, look at mine but don't you dare copy word for word. I'll help you," Hermione warned and Harry nodded his head with a smile.

"Right. Ron is coming," he said and Hermione let out a groan because he probably didn't have much done with his essay either. Once Ron saw the two of them, he came and sat down at the table with a small smile on his face.

"How are you guys and why are you two up so early doing homework?" Ron demanded and Hermione shook her head at him.

"Because Ron, the papers are due tomorrow morning. Do you have yours with you?" Hermione asked him, and Ron nodded before taking his paper out and showing her, and she felt like passing out. He didn't have anything written down.

"Okay, you are seriously going to be in trouble if you don't get anything down. Harry can you help him when I'm helping you?" Hermione asked and Harry nodded his head, getting ready for the long study session, which was going to be very long and very hard.

Ron was getting annoyed because he didn't understand the concept of the essay and Harry was getting annoyed because Hermione was trying to help him help Ron. After a few hours of the frustrating study session, it was time to head to classes, so the three of them got up from their spot, stretched, Hermione yawned and they all walked to their first class.

A/n: The timeline of this story is after the 7th book. Dumbledore is dead, and so is the Dark Lord... Supposedly. Please R&R and tell me if I should continue this.

P.S.: I'm sorry about the last story you all where reading but I didn't like it after I wrote the third chapter and I thought it was very rushed. So I am going to write this one. It is going to be in third person all the way through. It is just easier for me to get longer more detailed paragraphs when it is in third person and the chapters turn out longer.

I hope you guys liked the way this turned out. I know I like it a lot better then my last story.

Well, I love you all and I hope you enjoy my first chapter! There will be more to it soon! :D