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A/N Second Attempt!!! Hope you like it!! This chapter is dedicated to Sarah!!! The Dream

Harry lay there later that night; he could not sleep very well. He just lay there, with thoughts running round his head. He wasn't tired, but knew he had to sleep. He was wide-awake, which contrasted with the sleepy dormitory. He could hear Ron snoring loudly. He was slightly jealous of all these other people around him asleep. So there he lay, all alone in the dark. Harry decided to get out of bed, and go over to the window. As he looked out all he could see was, was the starry dark sky. Harry wished he was out there, he wished he could be free. The tranquillity of the lake calmed Harry, with the moon reflected across it. Then he thought of Hermione. He did not understand why though. Harry looked away, and returned to bed. Deep down he liked Hermione; she gave him a warm feeling inside. So he eventually fell asleep thinking of Hermione.

So there Hermione sat down by the lake, waiting. She was looking around as if she was expecting to meet somebody. Hermione looked great, she looked as if she was dressed up to meet someone. However she was waiting to meet someone. In the distance a familiar voice could be heard. It was Draco Malfoy, he came closer and closer.

"Sorry I'm late!!" Called Draco

"It's Ok," replied Hermione, she smiled softly at him.

"So how long have you been here?" asked Draco

"About ten minutes, not too long. Did you bring anything to eat" Hermione enquired

"Yeah, look at this!!" Draco revealed a picnic basket,

"Wow, That looks great" Hermione replied. Draco sat down next to her. Hermione watched him unpack the basket. When Draco looked up she looked away and laughed. They sat there in silence for a while. However Draco broke the silence.

"Here have this" Draco passed Hermoine a bottle of butterbeer.

"Thanks" She said opening the bottle, and drinking.

"Err Hermione…..ohh never mind" Said Draco,

"What?" asked Hermione.

"Nothing, I was just wondering if you liked the Butterbeer" Draco said quickly.

"Yes it's nice," said Hermione. There was another rather long pause.

"So this is nice," said Hermione trying to improve the mood. Draco nodded.

"Err Hermione, I was just wondering… Have you ever had a boyfriend?? Draco asked her, he looked straight at her, and she looked away.

"No, but I think that might change soon." Said Hermione, she looked straight back at him. Their eyes locked, She moved closer towards him. He did the same. Their eyes still locked, they moved closer and closer, and their eyes closed. There lips eventually locked.

At the precise moment that they kissed, Harry woke. His heart was racing. A combination of anger and love pumped through him. He sat up. His mind and heart were racing, this was crazy Hermione was a friend. How could he feel like this? Harry felt lonely and confused; he sank back into his bed. He needed to talk to her, but how could he, his head ached, especially his scar. Questions flew round Harry's head, does she like me back??? Or why did I dream of her with Draco? But unfortunately Harry wasn't the only person that felt like he did.

A/N Sorry guys, if it's a bit heavy, I'll try and make the next one more funny!!! Please review!!!