Chapter 1: The Dream
Hermoine wakes from a disturbed sleep, dripping with a cold sweat and gasping for air. Realizing it was all a dream she slowly relaxed. "What was that about," she thought out load. "Draco and I…it can't be! I would never be with him." But the more she contemplated it, the less sure she was. Does she want to be with Draco? He isn't exactly ugly; on the contrary he's absolutely gorgeous. But how could she forget the 6 years of constant torment by the beautiful beast. She can't ever tell anyone about this dream, especially Harry and Ron.
The following day, she met Harry and Ron in Diagon Ally; the dream still lingering in the back of her mind.
"Mya, hey over here,"
Hermione turned to face her friends Harry, Ron, and Ginny. She put on a fake smile and pretended like nothing was bothering her while she greeted her friends.
"Hey guys, lets go get our stuff." Hermione stated to the three.
As she walked with her ignorant friends, she kept thinking about that stupid dream. The way his eyes shone in the pail lighting of the moon, the way she could barely see his toned body through his thin, white shirt. How gently his silky lips caressed over her own.
"Mya, are you okay?" Hermione was suddenly very aware that all three of her companions were staring at her.
"Mya," Ron repeated, "What's the matter, you've seemed so distant the whole time we've been here."
Maybe her friends weren't as ignorant as she thought.
"I'm ok, I just didn't get much sleep last night." She successfully lied. So her friends quickly dismissed her behavior, and returned to their conversation on quidditch when the object of Hermione's affection appeared before them.
"Hey Potty, Weasel, Mudblood." Smirked Draco Malfoy.
"Get out of here before I hex you into a thousand pieces you piece of shit." Ron threatened, his eyes never leaving Malfoys.
"Oh, what's the matter; did I hurt your feelings? I just wondered if anyone wanted to congratulate me on getting head boy." Malfoy gloated to all four of them. But Hermione adding quickly destroyed his attempts, "Only if you want to congratulate me on getting Head Girl, Malfoy." He simply smirks at her and says, "Well of course you did Granger, I should have figured they would give Head Girl to a know it all, bookworm like you. See ya." And he slowly walked away.
Hermione pretended to talk about there frustrating encounter with her friends, but all she could think about was that smirk he gave her before he walked away. God, how could someone so bad look so damn good?