Dreaming Of You

By: Lady Slytherin

Disclaimer - These characters do NOT belong to me, so don't sue! Den Grudge and Chaze Turge from Slytherin House are mine though.

Summary - Hermione's in her seventh year and all year she's caught Draco Malfoy stealing glances at her. But after an incident in Potions class, all that changes. Now, it's gone worse. They can read each other's minds and Draco wont leave her alone! D/Hr

A/N - Thank you for all the reviews. I luv you pplz! So um . do you think they should have a ball? . Okay, they're going to have a ball . man I am such an idiot.

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"I can't believe you did that!" Hermione exclaimed. "What is the matter with you?!" Draco smirked, "I didn't do anything," he said innocently. "I was here the whole time." Hermione gave him a murderous death glare. "It was obvious that it was you!" she said, "now you just stay away from me! I don't know where you get these ideas where you can just come in here and mock and insult me like this! I'm a person too, Malfoy!"

Draco leaned back on the couch and sighed, closing his eyes. Hermione glared at him and stomped off towards her room slamming the door behind her.

A smirk appeared on Draco's pale lips. He opened his eyes slowly and chuckled. He ran a hand through his blond hair and stood up. He walked up slowly to Hermione's room and knocked at her door.

"Go away!" Draco heard her say. He rolled his eyes in an annoyed manner. "Just to tell you, we have to organize the ball next week with the other prefects," he drawled. He heard a simple "hmph," from Hermione. "I didn't do anything! It was probably Potter or Weasley! Did you know they've always hated you?" Draco shouted at the door.

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"So there's going to be a ball?" Den asked taking a sip from his orange juice. Draco rolled his eyes. "Yes, for the hundredth time," he drawled. Chaze groaned. "I hate balls and dances. The guys always have to ask the girls and they always make big fusses on who's going with who," he said leaning his chin on his palm.

"I really don't care," Draco drawled, "it's all the same to me." Den chuckled, "Easy for you to say. You always get the prettiest, most smartest, most sexiest girl in the school. And what do we get?" he said. "The limpy dangling ones," Chaze finished for him taking a slice of jello in his hands and flicking it across the room.

Draco raised an eyebrow. "Haven't you been with every girl in the school, Draco?" Den asked. Draco smirked. "Not EVERY girl in the school," he said leaning back on his chair.

"You mean Granger, right?" Chaze said chuckling. Draco raised an eyebrow. "How'd you know?" he mocked. Den stared. "She's cute you know," he said. Chaze gave him a look.

"I don't know," he said, "she's not my type. I like girls like Parkinson, Blane, Chang," Chaze leaned over and grabbed an apple from the bowl in the middle of the table. "But Granger's alright, I mean, if she were the only girl left in the world and I was the only girl left in the world, I wouldn't mind rebuilding little groups of people with her."

"She's a mudblood," Draco said suddenly. Chaze stopped and took his mouth out of the apple. "Well," he said, "we all know that, Draco. We're just saying she's not bad for a mudblood, I mean, sorry if you felt offended about the fact that we might start a little family of our own if we were the last two human beings in the planet."

A huge grin appeared on Den's face and he nudged Draco in the side. "Draco's jealous," he said chuckling. Draco's eyes widened and his face turned a bright pink. "Hell NO!" he exclaimed, "I'd rather die then touch filth like her."

"It's okay, Draco. I know you like to annoy and taunt her and stuff but it's not our fault she's smart and - " Draco cut him off, "You mean she's a stubborn bucktooth know-it-all," he said. Chaze gave a soft laugh. "You got that right," he said.

"I wouldn't mind taking her to the ball you know," Den said suddenly. Draco and Chaze turned their heads towards him slowly. "He's finally gone mental," Chaze said rolling his eyes. Den stood up. "I'm not kidding," he said, "I wouldn't mind going with Granger to the ball you know," he sat back down and put his chin on the table. Chaze rolled his eyes. "But . . ." he said lazily.

Den sighed. "She's going with Weasley," he said lazily. Suddenly someone snorted. Chaze and Den looked at Draco surprisingly. He had doubled up laughing. "Uh, Draco?" Chaze said poking him on the shoulder, "you okay?"

Draco kept laughing, "S-She's going w-with a Weasley?" he said trying to calm himself down. Den stared at him looking absolutely clueless, "I don't get it," he turned to Chaze, "what's the joke?" Chaze rolled his eyes.

"He's jealous," he said slouching back on his chair tossing the apple from his right hand to his left. Immediately Draco's laughter stopped and he seized Chaze by the collar lifting him up slightly with ease.

"If you say that one more time, I will cute your freakin voice box out," he snarled. Draco dropped Chaze on his chair and sat back down. "And besides," he said, "I don't even like Granger. She's just a filthy little mudblood."

"I wonder what she's doing now?" Den asked as he opened a box of chocolate frogs. "N-Nothing special I hope," Chaze said rubbing his neck. Draco raised an eyebrow.

'Granger,' Draco thought as he crossed his arms over her chest. 'Who're you going to the ball with?' For a moment there was no answer, then, 'Go away, Malfoy. You have no right to infiltrate my mind like this!' came Hermione's voice. Draco frowned. 'Going with Weasley, eh?' he thought. 'God!' came Hermione's tired and annoyed voice, 'yes! I am going with Ron! Why do YOU care?'

Draco grabbed his wand from his robes and began twirling it around his fingers. 'I don't,' he thought. 'Just thought that maybe your could do better. You DO know that the Weasleys are poor right?' ' . . . Oh my god! Get out of my head!' Draco heard Hermione scream. He smirked and chuckled a bit.

Chaze and Den stared at Draco wondering if he had gone crazy. There he was twirling his wand in his fingers and chuckling under his breath. He seemed to be lost in his own world. Den waved his hand in front of Draco's face. "Maybe it was something he ate?" he said.

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"Hermione, did Ron really ask you to go to the ball with him?" Ginny asked. "Yeah," Hermione said nervously as she turned a page from her book. "Why's everyone making such a big deal about it?" Ginny lifted her head from the table. "Like who?" she asked.

Hermione gave a soft laugh, "You . and . you," she said. Ginny raised an eyebrow. "So basically I'm the only one who asked," she said. "Yup, you're the only one that asked! . Oh my god, Ginny! I'm not going crazy!" Hermione exclaimed standing up from the chair. "Nooooo! Stop making such a big deal about it! What? No. There's no one in my head! Oh my god, Ginny! Stop it! For the love of god Ginny, NO!" She grabbed Ginny's hands and was practically yelling at her face.

". . . I think I'm going to go now," Ginny squeaked in a tiny voice letting go of Hermione's hands. She slowly backed away. "M-Maybe you should get some rest, Hermione," she said. "You're studying too hard, I think you're cracking up."

Hermione flopped back down in her chair and buried her head in her hands. Ginny stared at her then slowly inched forward. "Y-You okay?" she asked in a tiny voice. Hermione looked up at her one eye closed and one eye opened. "I'm going to die, Ginny," she said.

"Oh . . ." Ginny said sitting back down slowly. " . . . Why?" "Malfoy's going to be the end of me," Hermione exclaimed. "I mean, he's always in my head and he's always bothering me and-and-" "You mean he's everywhere," Ginny said. Hermione looked at her. "Yeah . . . what did I say?"

Ginny sighed. "Never mind, but he never really bothered you before. What brought on the change? Did you do something?" she asked leaning her hand on her chin. "I can't think of anything that I did wrong to him," Hermione said, "We pretty much didn't talk to each other. He was silent most of the time."

"Well," said Ginny, "He is rather good looking don't you think?" Hermione's mouth dropped opened. "Ginny!" she exclaimed. "What on earth are you talking about?!" Ginny rolled her eyes. "Oh puh-lease! Every single year, they say that the Head Boy and Girl of Hogwarts always leave and end up getting married or something. It's like some sort of weird love thing,"

"You're kidding, right? I hate Malfoy! He drives me nuts!" Hermione exclaimed. Ginny shrugged and watch as her friend sigh. "I got to go, Ginny, prefects meeting," Hermione said, "Don't want to be late." Ginny giggled. "Yeah, you better get going, you don't want to keep lover-boy waiting do you?"

"Ginny!" Hermione squealed. Suddenly a head popped out of the side of the shelves. Madam Pince was looking at them with her evil eyes. "Shush! This is a library! If you want to talk go hold your conversation outside!" she hissed at them.

Hermione sighed and gathered her things. "I'm going back to my dorm to study before the meeting, I'll see you later, Ginny," she said. Ginny followed Hermione as she walked out the door. "Well, I guess I'll be going too, there's no reason for me to stay in the library if you're not there. Too boring," she whispered as they passed Madam Pince who was looking at them suspiciously.

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I muttered the password to my dorm and walked in. God. Why do I feel so tired? I turned a corner and found Malfoy sitting on the couch reading a book. I heard myself groan and he looked up at me. He smirked and put his book down leaning back on the couch.

"About time you came back," he drawled lazily. "I was sooo bored."I glared at him and stomped off to the couch where I let down my bag. It made a "thud" sort of noise and I saw Malfoy wrinkle his nose. "Not more of those lousy books," he sneered, "You were at the library again?"

I rolled my eyes. What a git. What a horribly crazy, stupid, annoying git. "Yes I was at the library again, Malfoy! And I highly doubt that any of these "lousy books" didn't help you get the position of being Head Boy," I said sticking my nose in the air.

I heard Malfoy chuckle. "I didn't have to read any of those stupid books, Granger. I don't go sticking my nose in books. I'm not like you. My knowledge just came to me naturally," he said, "You see, Granger, I'm special. In every little way. I'm practically irresistible, admit it. You want me."

I gave him a disgusted look. "Yeah sure, Malfoy. Only in your only little world," I said. I opened my bag and set all my books on the table. "And books are NOT stupid, Malfoy." He gave me a disapproving look.

"So," he drawled. "About the ball . . . you're going with Weasel?" Not this again. "Yes! God. You already asked me that!!" I said organizing my books alphabetically in rows. For a moment we were silent. I could again feel his eyes on me. Watching me every move.

Suddenly he stood up. "Don't you have better things to do than organize books?" he asked me. I sighed. He just doesn't give up, does he? "No I do not have better things to do," I said lazily. He didn't move. I looked at him and gave him an annoyed glance. "Do you mind?"

He blinked. "Do you want to ride the Hippogriff with me again," he said smirking. I gave him a death glare. "If you think I'm EVER going on that Hippogriff with you again, you must have gone mad!" I exclaimed. Malfoy chuckled. He cocked his head to a side and put a hand on his hip. "I rather enjoyed it," he said. "It was fun, well, until the part when you started crying like a baby and forced me to stop. Geesh. You're such a party pooper."

"Ugh!" I exclaimed standing up. "I'm going outside for some fresh air!" I walked out the door and I heard Draco hurrying after me. "That's the spirit!" he chirped.

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Yay, chapter 7 finally done. Sorry for all those people who were waiting! I'm such an idiot, I've been listening to too much Utada Hikaru music. I'm going to work on The Bet for now on. Hmm . I've been busy working on my website. It's my first time! Please check it out. www.geocities.com/purple_and_blue_blossoms I just got it out a couple of weeks ago. My fics also posted there. Please sign the guest book . oooh! And review this chappy!