Phew, a few wanted me to write a sequel for "Draco, a Slytherin, and Hermione, a Gryffindor" so, here it is!

Chapter 1

"No, no, please don't!" Hermione whispered, tears running down her cheeks. She was sweating as if she were in a sauna. Her roommates were fast asleep, utterly oblivious to the fact that Hermione was having the 5th nightmare in a row. The scene was playing over and over again, until she would wake up.

In her mind, Draco fell again, and Hermione stood there. She didn't even run to him. Slowly he was fading from her mind, as Hermione's eyes flew open. She sat straight up in her bed, looking around at her surroundings. Everything was the same. Lavender was still in the bed next to her, Crooshanks was once again at the foot of her bed, even after she'd pushed him off, and Draco was still gone.

Hermione lay back against her headboard, breathing hard. The heat around her was unbearable, the sweat dripping slowly down her arms, and neck. Calm down Hermione, She thought to herself, it was just a dream.

But it had happened. Exactly three weeks before, the one and only Voldermort had murdered Draco. And now, Hermione was stuck, prepared to revenge Draco's death. She rolled over on her stomach, pushing her face far into the pillow as she cried. She didn't want to let anyone hear her cry. She knew she did it in her sleep, and she didn't want to let herself do it when she was awake. At least Hermione could help it then.



The next morning, Hermione rushed down to breakfast. Her eyes were drooping, with black marks under then, from lack of sleep. Her hair was bushier than ever. She sat down next to Ginny, one of her few friends left. After Harry and Ron had found out about her "affair," as they called it, they ignored her. Every once in a while she could get a simple hello, but that was about it. Hermione glanced down at her food. Pumpkin Juice, and toast, this was what Draco ate everyday.

No, stop it Hermione." She told her self bitterly. "He's gone, and there's no way to get him back."

Yet, even as she pushed herself to believe that, she couldn't help feeling that there had to be a way. She finished off her meal, and slowly walked with Ginny, not listening to a word she was saying.

"Hermione! Hermione!" Ginny waved her hand in front of Hermione's face.

Hermione was immediately brought out her reverie, slightly smiling. "Sorry Gin," she said. "Just thinking."

"I can only guess about what." She said softly.

Hermione, about to answer, was cut off as Ginny walked into her class. Hermione sighed and continued walking. This was going to be a long day.

It seemed as if it'd been forever, as the last class ended. Hermione was the first out the door, and practically ran to a deserted room at the far end of the castle. She was going to be late, and Snape always bothered her about it.

She flew into the room, feeling everyone's eyes on her.

"Again. Late for the 4th time this week." Snape glared at. "Miss Granger, this is a serious operation."

His last words were cut off though, as Professor Dumbledore waved his hand. "Now, Now Severus. It was only a few minutes. We are lucky to have her brains with us at all. Be thankful." Dumbledore looked at Hermione and gave her a wink.

At his side, Snape was glaring daggers at her, and Hermione looked back, with just as much hatred, if not more. Both of them sat down heavily, still glancing angrily at each other.

"Why does he have to be working with me on this?" she thought to herself.

Hermione and Snape would be making a potion together. It was to be slipped into Voldermort's drink at the next meeting, making him temporarily paralyzed. Hermione still couldn't believe Snape was on their side. He was so cruel, and cold. His eyes were like black coal, which had already been burned. She then focused her attention on Dumblefore.

"You must be ready to work together as a team. There's no other way to bring Voldermort down." He seemed to be looking at Hermione and Snape more than anyone else. "Now, I want us to talk about what we're doing. Severus, would you like to come first?"

"Miss Granger," he said with a grimace, "and I will be brewing a potion, in which to make him paralyzed. I will slip the potion into his goblet, at our next meeting. I plan to sneak away after watching him drink the potion. I will join you at the edge of the woods, then we'll attack."

"Yes, Yes. That sounds almost perfect. Or at least it's the best we've got." Dumbledore shrugged. "Now, to get to work." He went on explaining the jobs of other wizards, and teachers. She and Snape had the most important job of all by far, though.

Almost an hour and a half later, the meeting was closed.

She paused and walked up to Snape. " What time would you like me at the dungeons tomorrow?" she asked, nonchalantly fingering at the ends of her books.

Snape looked at her. "After your last class." He said simply, then turned to leave.

"Of course. Of course Dumbledore had to give me the hardest person to work with. He had to assign me to the man that was Head of Slytherin House, was against muggles, and hated Gryffindors even more." She thought. Hermione was both of those.

"It's my lucky day." She muttered to herself, walking quickly up to Gryffindor dorm-rooms.

She said the password (twisted snitch) walked up to her room, lighting her wand. Clumsily, she fell into her bed, saying "nox" softly, and falling asleep.

I know it was kind of short, but the first couple will be, considering I have to outline the plot. Anyway, PLEASE REVIEW! Thankies!