A/N: Well now, this is progressing, I love reviews, just so you know. Things are going to get more intense, but things between the two are going to move slowly.

Chapter 3

The prefects had assembled in compartment 3, and Hermione and Draco were about to begin the meeting when Ron burst in, making a rather noisy entrance.

"Hey 'Mione! Good to see you got Head Girl, no surprise there though. And who's Head Boy hmm? Out of my way you slimy git!" Ron yelled at Draco as he forced his way through the door.

"Ronald! Be nice! Draco is Head Boy this year and it would be best if you treat him with respect." Hermione's words sent Ron into a fit of laughter.

"You mean to tell me that ferret boy here is Head BOY?! Is Dumbledore off his rocker?" Ron continued laughing, a few sixth years joining in nervously.

"Oi! Watch it Weasley. You're forgetting who has a bit more power this year. And if you wouldn't like to start the first week with lines, I'd watch who I insult," Draco put in with the cool calm of a true Malfoy.

Hermione was about to step in when she realized Ron had nothing to say. He stared on in horror as the realization of what was just said hit him. Draco really could do that. He was Head Boy, and therefore had power over the prefects.

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The rest of the meeting went off without a hitch. Ron had stayed quiet and agreed to take the third patrol with Hannah Abbott. When the last prefect had left, Draco and Hermione sat down slightly exhausted from trying to deal with the new prefects' many questions and the old prefects' attitudes.

They sat in silence. It wasn't awkward, but a comfortable silence, seemingly taking each other in and just relaxing. It wasn't long before Hermione could feel her eyes getting heavy and her head beginning to lull.

She was swept away. Hermione was in the castle, walking down a corridor by herself. She had no idea what she was doing except that she was confident. She walked past some large windows and stopped to stare at the night sky. It was a beautiful, clear night. The moon was full and the stars shone brightly. She let a content sigh escape her lips. Suddenly there were hands on her shoulders, gently massaging her into complete peace. The person stopped, she turned her body to face this mysterious person, but she couldn't tell who they were except that they were tall and male. The man swept down, his lips crashing onto hers. She was slightly taken aback, but never the less, enjoying it. She felt a spark, one that she had never experienced before. There was no denying it, this man was special. "Hermione." The mysterious man spoke. "Hermione, we're here. You need to wake up." She was suddenly thrust back into the real world.

Draco was kneeling next to her, his face a bit closer than most would consider comfortable. She blinked a few times before she realized what was going on. She was on the train, on her way to Hogwarts. What she had just experienced was all a dream, but it left her with one question, who was the mysterious man in her dream? She pushed the thought to the back of her mind. She had to attend to the younger students. She stood up and stretched. Draco was already heading for the door. Hermione followed suit. The two departed the train together, going towards the carriages to ride up to the castle to take on their duties as heads for their seventh and final year.