1.1 In The Library

"Oh Hermione, I'm so glad you came. I didn't know if you would think to return." Draco tried to pull Hermione into his arms but to his surprise, she pulled away.

"Draco, you know this isn't right." Hermione stated firmly. "This won't work out. I'm with Ron and there's nothing you can do to change that." Draco's face clouded. He was determined none the less. He tried once again to bring Hermione close to him and this time she was caught off guard. Draco pulled her close to him and kissed her hard, putting all his pent up emotion into it. This time Draco let his tongue fully escape into her mouth, and as he began to outline the ridge of her teeth, Hermione felt as though her feet had been lifted off the ground and was floating in a cloudless sky. She had never experienced anything like this. As she let her own tongue flow into Draco's mouth and trail along his lower lip, he felt something comparable to her reaction. He felt completely at rest, with no hate or feelings of revenge towards anyone – not even the Gryffindor trio.

Hermione broke away from Draco's soft lips and felt a swell of guilt as she said, "Not here, let's go over here where no one will find us." A grin broke across her face as she pulled Draco into a dark corner. Draco had not expected Hermione to be so disloyal to Ron.

They couldn't keep their hands off each other. Their lips were only separate when either of them ran out of breath or Draco got bored kissing Hermione's luscious lips and moved down to her neck or her arms. He even ventured to nibble on her ear at some points. Hermione would not have been able to express this emotion of bliss even if she tried.

This went on for15 full minutes, and would have continued, but the librarian had strolled into their corner and said, "If you two want to get closer, than do it in one of the empty classrooms. This is a place of studying books, not each other's anatomy." Apparently she had made this speech many times and didn't care to notice who was doing the making out. Hermione took this as a warning sign and said a brief goodbye to Draco (which included a quick kiss that Draco tried to elongate, but Hermione knew she had to go.) Draco said to meet him in the library again tomorrow night but Hermione made no indication to agree or disagree. It's working, thought Draco silently. Hermione stormed out of the library when she saw the evil grin spreading on Draco's face, and she didn't stop until she got to Gryffindor tower.

"Well," asked Harry. "Did you tell, him that it was over?" Harry paused at the word him, not knowing what to call Draco, them being surrounded by other Gryffindors.

"Not exactly… We kind of got more involved than I had planned." Hermione said sheepishly.

"So, what are you going to do?" Harry questioned exasperatedly.

"I really don't know. I think I need to sleep on it." With that, Hermione went to her dormitory and closed her eyes, hoping for a restful sleep. But that's not what she got. She had a horrible dream.

Hermione was walking down a cold corridor, similar to the one on the third floor when it was closed off in her first year. She saw both Draco and Ron standing at opposite sides of the hallway, each beckoning her into a room. She went up to each and before entering either, and looked at its contents.

In the room Ron was standing near, Hermione saw a wedding procession, with her walking down the isle, and Ron waiting for her at the altar. She watched as the scene changed to something that looked oddly like the Burrow. Hermione saw herself standing over the stove with a baby in her arms. She looked around and saw that the kitchen was full of children, of all different ages. She then looked at the entrance to the kitchen and saw Ron walk in carrying a broomstick and holding a bandage to his head. She could tell that he had become a Quiddtich player and not a very good one at that. Then she saw the scene change again. Hermione was looking into a bedroom where she saw herself and Ron snuggling in their small bed. She could tell that although she and Ron seemed to be quite good friends, there was no passion in their relationship. Hermione turned away and looked into the room Draco was near.

Here she saw an older version of herself and Draco standing in a corner of the stands in a Quiddtich field making out quite passionately. Draco's hand was up Hermione's shirt, grasping tightly at, Hermione didn't want to think of what. Her own hands however were grasping tightly at his firm ass. Their legs were entwined with in each other and their hips were grinding erotically. Hermione started to turn away – this site was far too sexual for her to bear – when the scene changed again. Hermione saw yet another wedding scene, but this one seemed to be going by in a hurry. When the ceremony had finished Hermione and Draco ran off to a furnished hotel suite and Hermione shielded her eyes but fortunately there was a time lapse between the entrance to the room and what she saw next. She then saw herself and Draco lying in a bed looking very sweaty. Hermione couldn't bring herself to conceive what sexual act the two had just committed.

Hermione turned away from both men and their doors in a rush. Neither of these lives were the one she wanted. After she had run for what seemed like 30 minutes, she fell down an endless pit of despair, and awoke with a jolt.

Hermione opened her eyes to find herself in her four poster bed in the girls' dormitory of the Gryffindor tower. Nothing had changed; she was still Hermione Granger, 6th year student at Hogwarts - with a huge weight on her heart.