Disclaimer: Sadly, none of these characters belong to me. *cries* They're property of the brilliant J.K. Rowling.
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Three
That night Hermione was thoroughly agitated. She had worked until around 2 AM on her first day back, mostly on Arithmancy, because she got hardly any work done in the class due to Draco's constant distractions. She finally drew back the covers on her four-poster and fell into bed, closing her eyes and falling asleep almost immediately.
Hermione was walking through the deepest part of the dungeons, possibly not even in Hogwarts. The hallway twisted and turned, left, right, left right, until finally she found the room. She entered to find a little girl, around the age of seven, sitting on a chair in an otherwise empty room.
"You're late," the girl told Hermione without a smile, though the voice didn't seem to be cold.
"I didn't know I was expected," Hermione replied, looking behind her to find that the door was gone, and in its place was a wall. She was trapped in the room.
"Of course you are. I've been waiting for you."
"Who are you?"
"Doesn't matter," she replied, smiling. The cold had disappeared from her voice. "The question is- who are you? And who are you looking for?"
"Who am I looking for?" Hermione echoed, confused.
"Look around you, Hermione. Find what you want. Take what you want. Take him."
"Take who?"
"Go. Now."
She found herself in a swirling white mist as the room faded from view. . .
Hermione bolted upright in bed, beads of sweat on her forehead. She found herself breathing hard. That dream...something about it had been so real. What had that girl meant? It couldn't have meant anything...dreams were for people like Parvati and Lavender who worshiped the study of Divination. After she took a moment to catch her breath, she laid back down and closed her eyes, eventually drifting off into a dreamless sleep.
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Draco shut his Arithmancy book with a thud and headed up the stairs, avoiding Pansy as she tried to get his attention. Though he had his fun tormenting Hermione, he hadn't gotten any work done either. It was late and he was tired and cranky, which he hated more than anything, so he climbed into bed without a second thought, falling right asleep.
Draco was sitting at one of the tables in the library. What was he doing there, he never went to the library...he turned and saw a boy sitting next to him, who couldn't be any older then seven or eight.
"I thought Malfoys were supposed to be on time. Isn't that what Lucius taught you?" The boy smirked. He reminded Draco an awful lot of himself.
"Who are you, and what business do you have telling me about what Malfoys do and don't do?"
"You're asking the wrong questions, Draco. You need my help...or you might just drown in her."
"Drown in who?"
"Shh- stop right now. I can tell you what to do. But you have to listen to someone else for once. She wants you. You know it. You can almost taste her."
Draco was silent, afraid to speak.
"Daddy dearest would never allow it, would he? But Lucius means nothing. Never has, never will. You're a Malfoy, aren't you? Go and get what you want. It's never stopped you before."
"What is it I want?"
"Her."
Draco found himself in a swirling white mist as everything disappeared from view. . .
Draco tumbled out of bed and fell to the floor, scared to death. Something about that boy frightened him, as if he could see into his soul. He shivered. This sounded like something Trelawney would have a great time deciphering. Once he had regained his composure, he rolled his eyes at the very thought. He looked at where he had ended up and realized that his right arm hurt from landing on it. Cursing himself for allowing himself to get so worked up over the whole thing, he climbed back into bed with a scowl on his face.
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A/N: I'll try and have longer chapters later, please review! I'm dying to know what you think!
Masalapatil: Hermione's going to try and be calm, I like her to be the heroine. When the two of them hook up, I'm not going to let Draco have all the power, I like her too much :) Thanks for reviewing!
