Author's Note: This is my very first fanfic. I thoroughly enjoy the romance between Draco and Hermione, and to pass the time I began writing a story about them. I know they seem OOC, but, I want them to be that way J All constructive criticism is welcome, but unless I have 5 reviews, I will not post another chapter. I don't want to waste your or my own time. Thank you, hope you enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing. Although I wish I did, but I digress.

Dream A Little Dream-Chapter One


Summary: Draco Malfoy. Hermione Granger. They hated each other. They shared a hate so deep, so pure, so true. But what happens when circumstances start to spin out of control, and the only person you can talk to….is the one you never dreamed of….


Hermione Granger woke up suddenly at the sound of her alarm. She had been anticipating her 6th year at Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry ever since the start of summer. Sure, her best friends, Harry and Ron, had joined a foreign exchange program, and went to Ireland for their 6th year. But to Hermione, that was only a slight downfall in a world full of possibilities. This was HER year to shine.

Hermione's summer wasn't what she thought it would be. Her parents were expecting another child, and even though there was an enormous probability that this child wouldn't have a magical bone in it's body, Hermione felt threatened, just the same.

But all of that was past her now. She had decided that this year she wanted to be known as a person, not as "Goody-Two-Shoes Granger." She also wanted a certain blonde-haired, silvery-blue-eyed Slytherin to think of her as more than a "Filthy Mudblood."

That person was Draco Malfoy.

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Draco Malfoy had been awake since 3 a.m. Today was his first day at Hogwart's, and even though it was his 6th year, he felt different somehow. Sure, he was still mean, and shallow, and cold…but there was something different. He never admitted it to anyone before, but he was lonely. So lonely, he would cry himself to sleep imagining a perfect, happy, normal life. If his father ever found out about his loneliness, he would surely have to pay for it.

Draco's father didn't believe in emotion. He only believed in hatred, and courage, and evil. He brought his son up to believe that crying was for wimps, common folk…people lower than them. For the first 16 years of his life, Draco was fine with this. It was just normal, everyday life to him, he didn't know any better.

But somehow…over the summer, he changed. And it all started when he saw her over summer. She was buying, what a surprise, books. She wasn't doing anything spectacular, or out of the ordinary, she was just buying books. Nothing more. But that made Draco think, and for once, he was jealous of her.

He was jealous of Hermione Granger.

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Hermione stepped onto platform 9 ¾ and immediately felt like she was home. She had missed Hogwart's so much, and the events that occurred over summer had only made it worse. She was just about to step into one of the compartments when she heard a very familiar voice.

"Watch out, stupid Mudblood." the voice said.

Hermione turned around to see Draco Malfoy, and for a split second she was almost happy to see him. But then his expression went sour, and that thought was erased quickly.

"I'm sorry Malfoy, I didn't know walking around and minding my own business was considered illegal."

Malfoy smirked. Not in an evil or cruel way, just your normal everyday smirk. This must have shocked Hermione because she had a strange look on her face.

"Granger, of course walking isn't considered illegal. I was simply telling you to move out of my way because the sheer thought of even TOUCHING a filthy mudblood makes me want to gag. So please, MOVE!" Draco said coldly.

Hermione was speechless. She had no choice but to do what Malfoy had asked her. She went inside the compartment, sat down, and started to cry.

'I cant believe what he said to me. I'll just have to face the fact that to Draco, I'm nothing more than a filthy mudblood.' she thought as she drifted off to sleep.

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Draco couldn't believe what he had just said. Sure, he had been mean and cruel to her before, but for some reason, he felt horrible and guilty…Like he had just insulted his best friend.

But that was also bugging Draco. The fact that in all of his years at Hogwart's, he hadn't had one true friend. Sure there was Crabbe and Goyle, but they only followed him around because of his popularity. They didn't care about his feelings…they didn't even care about him. And then there was Pansy. Oh, how he loathed her! She followed him around constantly, never letting him alone.

'I swear, if she were allowed to, she would follow me into the bathroom!' Draco thought with a chuckle.

All of this thinking led Draco back to Hermione. He felt so empty, so lonely. He hadn't meant to take everything out on her, she just happened to be there. He knew that wasn't an excuse, but he had to tell her.

'No, I cant. She'll just turn me away…to her, I'm nobody…' Draco thought. And he too, drifted off to sleep.

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