Til Death Do Us Part

Chapter One: The Deam

A/N: Welcome! Welcome! To the second gathering for Ally's second fan fic! Bwaha! This is a Draco/Hermione pairing. So yea..On with the story...

Disclaimer: This is my most unfavorable part of fan ...make a note now..I DO NOT own Harry Potter!!!!!!

"Hermione!" Draco screamed.

Hermione fell to the ground. Dead.

"Father!" Was all he could get out.

"Get a grip, Draco!" Lucius shouted from afar. "Now get out of here before Lord Voldemort and the Death Eaters kill you too!"

Draco looked around. Bodies lie everywhere. Most of whom he know. Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs, Ravenclaws, and even Slytherins. Teachers were strewn around the field.

There was a faint cry coming from behind him. Draco turned around to see Neville, in a pool of his own blood. "Your...all....bloody-" But Neville never got to finish his sentence; his head fell limp and he shut his eyes forever.

Hermione! Draco thought. I've got to find Hermione!

Draco stepped over bodies as he made his way through. It was a sickining site. "Potter." He sneered; walking over his lifeless body. But somehow he felt bad.

He finally spotted Hermione near a tree. She had no marks on her, but her eyes were shut. He put his hand on hers and squeezed it; it was ice cold. Draco could feel his head start to pound; his vision get blurry. And as if all his senses had just shut off, he fell to the ground. He started to panic, but couldn't do anything to help himself as to his arms and legs wouldn't move. He could hear his heart pounding in this throat. Hermione is dead...Hermione is dead...Hermione is dead...Was heard over and over in his head. He tried so hard just to open his eyes, see ahead of him. He tried once more, and to his surprise, they opened. He looked straight ahead; all around there was death. Witches and wizards...dead by Lord Voldemort himself. His eyes shut and he blacked out.

Draco awoke with a start. Breathing heavily he sat up. His body was drenched in sweat. It's just a nightmare. He told himself. 'But what if it wasn't?' A voice deep inside him spoke. 'What if that dream, is of the future?' Nonsense! It couldn't be! There was such a thing, but it couldn't be! He argued back to the voice. He had actually cared for that mud-blood, Granger! And felt bad for Potter. He felt bad for everyone...

"I had called her, Hermione." He said aloud. "I had said her name."

Astonished at the dream, and the fact it had so much to do with Hermione, Draco sat in his bed for a couple of minutes; letting it all sink in. He eventually got up and got into the shower. It was his first day back at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry; his 6th year.

"You missed breakfast!" Crabbe said, stuffing a leftover muffin into his mouth.

"That's because you two fools didn't care to wake me up!" Draco snapped.

"We didn't want to..." Goyle piped up.

"And why is that?" Draco replied.

"You were screaming and we couldn't make out what you were saying. We thought you'd get mad at us like you always do." Goyle shrugged and took a bite of his toast.

Draco grabbed the toast and threw it across the hall. "Is that all you two care about? Food?!" He screamed. He felt like punching somebody into oblivation. He wanted to make them as confused and upset as he was. He had no idea what to do. He had nobody who would understand to talk to...Draco suddenly felt sick, so he ran to the boy's lavitry. He turned to a nearby sink and splashed the cool water onto his face. He didn't bother to wipe the water away; it dripped down his neck and onto his robes.

Draco moved in front of a full length mirror. His robes were almost touching the floor (his father had to buy him new ones as to he was now 6'2"). And his blonde hair was slicked back as it had always been. He cursed himself about getting so worked up over a silly dream and touched his pale face. After a few seconds staring at himself he checked his watch and saw that he only had 10 minutes to get to class, so he headed off.

On his way down the hall to History of Magic, Draco bumped into a boy. "S-sorry." He muttered and pushed his way through. But something about that boy seemed familiar so he turned his head just in time to see a glimpse of his face, which was replaced by the flash of a camera.

flashback

He looked around. Bodies lie everywhere.

end flashback

I saw that boy, his camera smashed beside him. Draco said to himself. Perhaps it was no dream. No. That dream was indeed, of the future.

A/N: AHHHHHH!!!! SCURRY DREAM!!! DRACO ISH SO CONFUZZLED! lolsz Well here we are. The first chapt! I finally got around to type it. So please tell me what you think by clicking that lil button down there and REVIEWING!!!! SHANX! BYE!