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Hermione was staring at a blonde girl that was playing with her hair in front of her, she wasn't aware of Hermione's presence. If she knew she was there, they would be fighting right now. They always had. Neither of them liked each other. The only feeling that the two of the girls shared was hate. The blond girl was evil; if you looked for it hard enough you would see it in her eyes. Was she the only one that saw it? She was really pretty. That was one reason why he loved her. He had dark black hair and green eyes; they weren't green- green, the greenness in them made you think that they were possessed. Possessed with blindness, hate, and love. That's why she loved him, because of his eyes. Now don't get me wrong. He was a good looking guy. It was just the eyes that separated him from all the other guys. They didn't have them, he did. Now, he was the boy she'd never stop loving. He mad sure of that when on the last day of school, he made her swear she wouldn't forget him. Now the words kept repeating in her head.

Hermione woke up sweaty from her dream. This was the third time she had a dreamed of him. It was only the first week of her 6th year at Hogwarts and the dreams wouldn't go away. The boy from the dream went to Muggle School with her; she knew that but nothing else. Well she didn't really know it, she felt it. Where else could he be from? And why would the dreams keep on beings on school ground? She wasn't really close with her parents. Yes they talked, not about boys though. Them being dentists, they knew their patients better than their own daughter. Especially when she was little and they were struggling with money. When they first started off their career. Hermione was usually taken care by her neighbors. Since she didn't have the closeness and bond with her mother, like all the other kids did; her mom didn't ever know about Hermione's first love. They didn't think she would be in love with anyone at such young age. Neither of them didn't start dating until they were older, so they didn't think it was possible to fall in love in first grade. Since they were so busy with their work they never came to any of Hermione's assemblies and plays. They never took pictures. So she wouldn't be able to see the boy was really in her muggle school or not. She only went to school for a year anyway. She got her Hogwarts letter soon afterwards. Her parents were very proud when Hermione received her letter. This meant that they didn't have to worry about her when they worked, for one. She would be happy there. They knew a long time ago that Hermione would be going to Wizard School; when she was in school in school her mother received a letter from Professor Dumbledore. In the letter he explained everything about Hogwarts and said that she would get a letter when she will turn 11 years old. Since she would be going to school for wizards, she now didn't need muggle schooling. She was going to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. A school for WIZARDS!

Hermione loved the boy from her dream. She knew that he loved her, too. Even, if he went out with the blond girl. He wouldn't make her promise to remember him if he didn't. Would he? He was her first love. For a 7-year old she didn't quite now what love meant, but she knew think of him as a friend that you play in sand with. She was a really smart girl. She was heart broken when her parents told her she wouldn't go to that school anymore. The boy's eyes were always haunting her in her dreams. Especially, his last words," Promise me that you won't forget me, and I'll promise you we'll meet again." The haunting stopped when she entered Hagwarts. She was friends with the most famous wizard, after He-Who-Should-Not- Be- Named, and of course Ron. They fought evil together so it made Hermione forget about that boy. Now in her 6th year the dreams came back. Why now after six years? She didn't know. Maybe it had to do with the strange ride to Hogwarts she had. It didn't matter now. The dream mattered. The fact that, she could feel his presence, here, more than ever mattered. Hermione recently found herself crying over the boy she only knew for a short amount of time. There was something about that boy that wouldn't let her forget him. It wasn't just the fact that he made her promise not to forget him.

Hermione looked at her watch that read 6.00 A.M., and got up at took a long ice-cold shower. Even though the water was icy-cold her body was burning. 'I must be running a fever.' She thought. She got out of the shower and wrapped the nearest towel around her. Soon whole Hagwarts would be awake anyway. She dressed up, gathered her books and went downstairs to eat breakfast. On her way down she bumped into a Slytherin. She didn't know it was a Slytherin then. She calmly apologized and looked at the person she bumped into. It was Blaise Zabini. A.K.A- The biggest asshole after Draco Malloy. His green eyes, burning a hole in her chocolaty ones. She couldn't help but think that he was the boy from her dreams. Zabini just has so many familiar features to him. But then again, what if she was making things up? What if the boy of her dreams was just an imaginary boy from her childhood? He would he hunting her though. She wouldn't love him if he didn't exist; her body would ache to see him again. He had to exist, and she hoped that he would keep him promise. She sure kept hers.

"Watch it Granger, I'm not in Slytherin for no reason you know," said Blaise with a smirk.

Malfoy and he must have really practiced on those smirks. They were exactly the same. Well, Blaise's was a little warmer. There was nothing warm in Malloy. He was made of ice. He didn't even have a heart, and if he did, it must have frozen when he was born. I don't think he ever smiled in his life. Now I think Blaise did. In fact this smirk might have turned out to be a smile. If that's possible. Anyway it was still a smirk. Smirks were never friendly. So what ever it was, smirk or smile, it was trouble. That's the last thing she wanted right now.

"I'm not in Gryffindor for no reason neither Zabini, I know better than be AFRAID of you. I don't know if you've heard, but WE are the brave ones." answered Hermione a little too nervously but still bitterly.

"How come I see no bravery in you then huh, Granger?" Another smirk. "See you around," he said while leaving yet another with a smirk fallowed by a wink.

'Bloody Slytherins .He was too happy to see me around. ' thought Hermione thinking if she just imagined it or if he really winked at her.

No matter how hard Hermione tried to deny it; she always had been attracted to bad boys. That was probably why she was so attracted to the Slytherins. Draco Malfoy was one of these people. Along with him was Blaise Zabini. Blaise had something different about him that Hermione liked. She seemed to know him. How though? She barely talked to him. One thing was sure; he was Malfoy's best friend, and yes, his parents were pure-blooded death eaters. He wasn't like Malfoy though. Even though Malfoy and he always were making fun of their "Trio"; Blaise never included her in his jokes and insults. She was a muggle-born, but she never heard him call her a "mudblood" before. Yes, he called he "Granger," but that WAS her last name after all. The fact that he never called her a mudblood made her smile. It was nice since he was from Slytherin. Maybe that was why she liked him and was always shaky around him. Yes, she liked him and she hated herself because of that. And those bloody dreams. Blaise looked just like the boy from her dreams. Again she thought about that.

"Hi Mione" someone said. While she was turning around to see who it was she heard him say.

"Hungry as I am?" She just smiled and said," Starving."

Ron was always a food lover. She used to have a small crush on him in the third year. Now it went away. They were just friends. Nothing else. Even though, she sometimes thought he liked her too. Like back in their forth year. When, she went to the ball with Victor Krum. He seemed jealous. Didn't he? It didn't matter now. She didn't want him anymore.

As they took their usual seats Hermione looked around. There were only few people in the Main Hall. Two too well known Slytherins, were the two of the few. Blaise and Draco. Mean and meaner. For a moment Hermione made a eye contact with Blaise, but then she quickly looked away. She was surprised when she looked back that he still was staring at her. She hated the house boundaries. If someone from her house would have caught her staring at a Slytherin they would think she was betraying them. Silly, but it was true. Just too true, she thought it was silly.

After breakfast Hermione decided to leave her friends and go to the Potions early. She already got in trouble with Snape for being five minutes late yesterday. He must have had a good day because he only took away 50 points. Since, they only had 20 they are now - 30. Negative 30. Was that even allowed? How can you take away points that aren't there? She didn't get a detention but she still hated him. She liked Potions and all but no matter how hard she tried to impress him, he always found something wrong. When she was raising her hand to answer a question, he simply ignored her. Also, no matter how perfect her potion would turn out, it wouldn't be good enough. Malfoy's potions, on the other hand, were always perfect. Not that he was as clumsy in Potions as Neville. He was actually really good at Potions. He couldn't always be better than he though. Sometimes his potion was blue, while everyone else's was pink, and the rest of the class would be wrong, and he would be right.

When she got to the dungeons, she was the second person it the classroom. She took her regular seat, where Harry, Ron, and see always sits, while she looked at the person in the class. It was Malfoy.

'Weird. Didn't see him leaving from the Main Hall.' she thought. 'And I'm sure I was the first one to leave…' she continued.

Malfoy was watching Hermione's every move. She was aware of that because his piercing eyes were burning a hole in her back. His eyes. He was the other guy with unusual eyes. They were gray. No one besides the Malfoys' has had gray eyes. She hated all the attention. Ever since she had her hair permanently straighten, and she had grown and developed all in all the right places the male population has been watching her. Not only watching. Most of them were checking her out. She now regretted the fact that she straightened her hair out. She wanted the attention. Not from Malloy though. Yes, he was hot, he hated her though. Why was she watching her?

Snape was late for his class today. Not that anyone was disappointed in missing Potions. When he finally came, though, he had an unusual smile on his face. Everyone knew that whenever their Potion Master was smiling it had to be something bad. He never smiled. He just kept smiling to himself and looked at his class. "Maybe Voldemort is back," Harry whispered to Hermione's ear. Snape loved to torture his students. Especially this particular class, Harry Potter was in this class. As he stared at his class for another 10 minutes he decided to start class. It started a lot differently though.

"I have a surprise for you……" he said grinning.