This is my first attempt at fanfic so please don't flame me to a burnt crisp. I'm just trying to occupy my time with something that I love!

Disclaimer~*runs around* I WANNA OWN THEM! *trips and falls flat on face* okay maybe not…anyway, the God we know as J.K. Rowling owns these wonderful characters…….*sigh* one can wish can't they?

Summary~ Dreams. They're not real. They're fake. But what happens when to people are plagued by dreams they think are fake, but are something more?

Rating~ PG-13 for safety's sake. Who is Safety anyway?

Dreaming

Hermione~

'But you are the one…'

She woke with a start. She'd been having these dreams all summer, and she had no idea what they meant She stole a quick glance at her bedside clock, and it only read 6:30 A.M.

I guess there's no point in going back to sleep she thought. There really was no point because she was too excited, for today was they day she would be going back 'home'. Quickly she got out of bed and took a shower. She then brushed her hair out which had lost a bit of its frizz over the summer but was still it's bushy self. Then she got dressed in her sensible 'Hermione' clothes as her mother affectionately called them. It didn't matter to her, they were comfortable. After all that was done she looked around her room to make sure everything was packed. Not that she needed to pack anything else. Her already overstuffed brown trunk sat at the foot of her bed. Of course it was overstuffed because of the 'library' she packed. Can't have too many books she thought. She hadn't changed much over the summer. She was still the same old Hermione. The only thing that had changed was the fact that these dreams plagued her. They were always the same too.

She was walking through a forest and rain was falling all around her. She was soaked to the bone and freezing. It was pitch black and she couldn't see anything in front of her more then a few feet. She would wander and wander going no where in particular, all she knew was she was getting away, away from the people she knew. All of a sudden she trips and the ground comes flying at her but it never hits because two strong arms grab her waist and stand her up gently. She turns around to see whom it is but she can't make his face out. All she knows is it is a boy. Words are then spoken although she never hears what they are. She does hear one phrase though. It is 'But you are the one…' The boy then leans down to kiss her but right when he does….

She wakes up! Curses, she thought to herself. What does it mean? She gave up trying to read her book and slammed it shut.

'Argh!' she said out loud.

'What's that honey?' her mom said as she peeked through Hermione's bedroom door.

'Nothing mother. Everything's all right.'

'Okay if you say so. Breakfast is almost done so come downstairs.'

'Alright mum, I'll be right down.' She set down the old book she was trying to read on her trunk and went downstairs. After breakfast her parents loaded her trunk in the car and started the drive to King's Cross station. They got there at about 10:45, plenty of time to find a compartment and her friends. Since muggles weren't allowed through the barrier she said goodbye to her parents there.

'Bye mum! Bye dad!'

'Bye sweetheart! Write us when you get there.' She gave her parents one last final hug and walked through the barrier to the awaiting train. Immediately she spotted bright red hair. As soon as she noticed this she ran over and hugged Ron tackling him on accident.

'Oy! Hermione! Watch it!' said Ron while he was lying on the ground.

'Sorry Ron!' she stuck out her hand to help him up and he gladly accepted.

'I'm just so excited to see you guys that's all!' It was then she spotted the glint of white hair from the corner of her eye.

Draco~

'Filthy Mudblood.' He muttered under his breath. He was leaning against a pole waiting for his cronies, Crabbe and Goyle. He happened to glance over and see Hermione knock over Ron. He wore a smirk of disgust, with a hint of amusement. It was quite entertaining to see Weasel taken out, and by a girl none-the-less. It was still a disgusting sight to him, unconscious Ron or not He quickly turned he eyes away from the reunion to see Crabbe and Goyle trying their best to find him in the crowd of students boarding the train.

'Oy! Guys over here!'

They automatically headed towards his voice. Hermione heard it and looked to see him greeting his bodyguards. He saw this and gave her a smirk. She looked at him with anger and hatred that had been 5 years in the making. He stared her down and she turned back to her friends.

'Thought so.' He said. He turned to his goons.

'Want us to teach her a lesson?' grunted Crabbe.

'No, I'll take care of it.' and with that he slowly started to make his way towards Potty's crowd of friends.

'Well if it isn't Potty and Weasel.'

'Go away Malfoy.' Growled Harry.

'Not scared are you Potter?'

"Go away Malfoy before someone curses you.' said Ron.

'And what exactly would you do Weasel? Make yourself vomit slugs again? I would pay to see that again any day.' With that a diabolical grin broke across his face and he walked away leaving Harry to hold the back of Ron's robes so he wouldn't maim him. He walked towards the train to get himself a compartment, and he could hear Ron's colorful language as he walked away. But it didn't bother him. In fact he loved every bit of it. He found Crabbe and Goyle and they followed him to a compartment.

During the train ride he tried to pay attention to reality but he just couldn't hold on. He was thinking of his dreams. Or dream considering the fact that it was always the same.

He was walking on the school grounds headed for the Forbidden forest and it was raining, hard. He was soaked to the bone and it was pitch black outside. Something was making him mad. People, friends, he didn't know, he just wanted to get away. Far away. He found a tree in the forest and he sat under it, partially covering him from the rain. He was thinking and somebody walked past. He doesn't know who it is so he gets up to find out, but when he gets closer the person trips. He grabs them around the waist and stands them up gently. It's then that he realizes the person is a girl. They talk but he can't hear what is said. He does eventually hear one thing, 'But you are the one…' Then he leans in to kiss her….

And he wakes up!

'Arg!' he said. He forgot that Crabbe and Goyle were there and they looked at him funny.

'You okay Draco?' asked Goyle.

'I'm fine. Don't worry about it.' He lied.

For the rest of the ride he thought of 'Her'. His mystery girl. Even when Pansy Parkinson came in and tried to get his attention, he thought of her. She did something to him. Something. He was ignoring Pansy's every move.

'Draco dear? Are you sure nothings wrong?' she found his hand and intertwined hers with it. He quickly pulled away.

'Go away Pansy. I'm really not in the mood.'

'Fine. If you insist on being such a prat.' And with that she stood up and stormed off. After that Draco resumed his silence, not caring about anything. Crabbe and Goyle didn't seem to mind though. They were making their own fun. Fun being the fact that they were chasing and tormenting the 1st years. When they were getting close, Draco occupied his time by changing into his black Hogwart's robes. The second he knotted his green and silver tie the train whistle blew and it started to slow down. He checked himself and then he opened the door to find Crabbe and Goyle when…

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oh cliffhanger!! wat's gonna happen??? I have this entire story finished so I'll try and type some more up and post as soon as possible!! please review so I know that people are actually reading this! good or bad I just want reviews even if it's only one -_- ...... anyway see all of u readers (if there are any) later!!