A/N: All the settings, characters, etc. in relation to Harry Potter unfortunately do not belong to be and are owned and copyrighted by J.K. Rowling.

Chapter 1

"Hermione, look at me," the male's voice demanded.

Her large, brown eyes focused back on his as thoughts raced through her mind and she opened her mouth to speak. Her mind was whirring, she could not think of a single thing to say.

The boy's hands clasped hers tightly in front of her, and asked pleadingly, "Answer me, will you?"

Her mind was clouded with the events just passed and she found herself in a shocking disbelief. Hermione looked at him, more confused than ever and she knew he noticed this. She tried to hide her feelings, but it was too late.

"Let me persuade you," he murmured as he leaned into her; his face inches away from hers. He grabbed a strand of her hair and tucked it behind her ear and gave her a meaningful look. He cupped the side of her face with the same hand and placed his other hand slightly above her waist pulling her body towards his gently. Hermione's body was twitching with anticipation and shaking with uncertainty, not knowing what to make of the situation at hand.

"I can't believe this is happening right now," she thought to herself. "Who would have ever," but her thoughts were silenced as he kissed her ever so lightly and sweetly. He pulled away to see her reaction, and without looking at him directly in the eye, she smiled slightly. Looking up at him with a sparkle in her eye, she did not have a chance to mutter a word before he kissed her again, only this time more passionately and longingly. She let her guards and let ecstasy flow through her every limb. She braved to run her fingers through his hair and began to truly enjoy the moment.

"Hermione," she heard in the distance, "Hermione."

She quickly pulled herself away from him, and wiped her mouth clean. "Hermione," she heard again, this time louder and more impatient.

He looked at Hermione pleadingly, but the only thing she could mutter was a rushed, "Sorry," under her breath and she walked briskly towards the direction of the voice.

"Hermione!" cried the girl's voice sounding more frustrated, "Hermione!!!" She felt someone clasp her shoulder tightly and shake her.

"What?" she replied.

"What were you dreaming?" asked Ginny Weasley looking pleased with herself, finally having woken her up. "You were rolling around and," Ginny paused looking for the right word, "…moaning."

"What are you talking about?" Hermione asked attempting to mask her confusion. That was all, she asked herself, a dream?

"What were you dreaming about?" Ginny insisted.

"I don't know," she managed to stammer out."Uh huh," replied Ginny unconvinced, "either way you promised to help me write my paper for Charms. What are you doing sleeping and dreaming of who knows what?"

"I honestly don't remember…"

"Yeah, okay. Why were you sleeping? I've been looking for you everywhere. You were supposed to meet me in the library half an hour ago."

"I'm so sorry Ginny, I am. I don't know what got into me, I guess I just fell asleep."

"You guess? I know. Don't wear yourself out so much Hermione. You don't need to be up all night studying your notes, and you know it. Classes have just begun. Now help me write this paper!" Ginny explained. "I'll let you freshen up and I'll meet you in the common room in ten minutes, okay?"

"Okay," Hermione replied and with that said Ginny sprinted off towards the Gryffindor common room. Hermione rubbed her eyes and got to her feet. Still in disbelief that it was all merely a dream. It seemed so real, she thought to herself as she headed toward the lavatory to splash some water on her face.