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Draco's Point of View:

I was running and it was dark out. All I was thinking was, "I have to save her!" over and over. There were only trees, and then I saw the whomping willow. I was in the Forbidden Forest. There on the muddy ground was a girl, unconscious. I knelt in front of her to see her face. She had brown curly soft hair. But when I brush it away, I see my hand covered in fur. I start to back away. I didn't want to hurt the girl, but she stops me. I can almost see her face….

I woke up all sweaty. I looked around franticly. I was in my bed, and it was only a dream. But it felt so real, and who was that girl? And why my hand was cover in fur? Too many questions, but right now I have to get up and go to breakfast. Shit! I'm late! I rushed to take a shower, put on my robes, grabbed my satchel, and went out to the Great Hall. I sat next to Blaise and Pansy. She was talking to a sixth year about Witch Weekly.

"You're late! You spend too much time looking in the mirror doing your hair." Blaise started touching his hair like a girl and making girly noises.

"I know you envy my hair, but if you must know, this master piece is perfectly natural. Anyways I just had this bizarre dream and I woke up late."

"Well you're lucky. You missed a disgusting snogging session from Weasel and Bookworm." Blaise suppressed a chill and started to fake gag.

"You just ruined my appetite. Thank you very much for that little information." I said sarcastically. I followed his gaze to the Gryffindor table and saw the Golden couple kissing. Something stirred inside of me. Did I feel angry or jealous? NO! It can't be possible. It's just because I'm hungry.

I grab some toast, my satchel, and say goodbye to Blaise. I went to my first class of the day, Potions.

I can't believe all day I snuck glances at Granger! What's happening with me? Maybe because I'm exhausted from the day. First, I had two hours of potions with a long, two foot essay on Polyjuice, and then another two hours of boring "I-Want-To-Kill-Myself-Everytime-I-Have-History-of-Magic." To end my terrible day, I went to the library to do the essay for Professor Slughorn, ate dinner, went to the Heads' Common Room to get some rest before midnight rounds with Granger.

Hermione's Point of View:

It has been three weeks since the first day. I thought working with Malfoy would be Hell, but he isn't that bad. So far, our duties include: midnight rounds, supervising Hogsmeade visits, and planning the Winter Ball. Don't get me wrong, we can work together but still argue or mock-argue for better phrase. We still call each other names; thankfully, he hasn't once called me mudblood, except for that day on the train. It still hurts to hear that word. All in all, it's not that bad working with Malfoy. Classes are fine, even if I have lots of homework. I strive to get all Outstanding grades, all the while studying for my NEWT's. Plus I have more Head duties, and to top it all off, I have to find time for my boyfriend Ron. It has been a busy start of year. Talking about my boyfriend...

"Have you seen Harry and Ginny?" Ron asked.

"Um, I think they went to the Black lake for a quick snogging session," I said.

"He's snogging my bloody sister!" Ron face and ears turn red.

"Ronald don't be childish! They are a couple and they have a right to be together," I said, annoyed. "Besides, you can't talk about Harry that way. Mainly because you made out with me in his face in the Gryffindor Common Room yesterday, or did you forget?" I asked.

"It's different," He said, stubbornly.

"Whatever you say. Have you finished the Charms essay yet?" I ask.

" Well, look at the time. I've got to go." Before I could protest, he was gone. I knew he was going to play wizard chess with Neville. Sometimes I wish I had a boyfriend who's more responsible, more romantic, and who doesn't talk about quidditch all the time. I love Ron, but sometimes I have the feeling that he forgets that I'm a girl who loves to be courted. A girl can only dream.