A/N: Hello there! I'm so glad I reached 170! Now's the perfect time to jump for joy!! He he… anyway. I'd just like to say thank you to all those who have reviewed! I'd like to thank you for enjoying my fanfic and I do hope you will continue reviewing in the near future…

Oh yeah… to jeopardy: stop changing your name!

Deimos: yeah, I know… he's quite dense, isn't he? He he…

Okay… I'm not really sure if this is the last chapter… It depends on the amount of inspiration I have at the moment…

Anyway, here's chapter fourteen!

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MY GUARDIAN ANGEL

By Rage

CHAPTER FOURTEEN: HE KNOWS

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"Draco?"

He turned, and saw Hermione standing before him, carrying a handful of pastries from lunch. Draco smiled slightly and made room for her to sit down.

"So, how are you doing?" she asked, handing him a muffin. She took a bite of one of the cupcakes and looked at him.

"Honestly speaking, I'm still not fully alright." Draco replied quietly, playing with the muffin and taking a bite of it right after.

"Oh." Hermione turned away and stared instead at the lake. At that moment, a huge tentacle emerged from under the water and took one muffin from her. Draco jumped slightly and Hermione giggled. "The giant squid's hungry, I guess," she laughed, throwing another muffin in the lake.

Draco chuckled silently and sighed. He gazed at Hermione, and bit his lip. How he envied her carefree, happy life… Why wasn't he blessed with things she had? A real loving family, loyal friends…

"Will you still look for her?" Hermione's voice cut off his train of thought.

Draco faced her and frowned. "Why should I?" he replied irritably, "She doesn't even exist." He clenched his fists in frustration, as the thought scarred him emotionally. "I just want to forget everything about her. I want to think that nothing ever happened."

He fumed, and Hermione, instantly knowing that he was feeling angry once again, put her hand on his. "I'll leave you alone for a while," she said quietly, smiling. She stood up, gave him a light grin and ran off to the castle entrance.

Draco watched her retreating figure disappear. Once she did, he sighed sadly and stared at his hand which Hermione had just touched a moment ago. He could still feel the tingling sensation she had given him. Why couldn't it be her? He thought angrily, throwing his leftover cupcake in the lake. Why couldn't Hermione be her?? Was it because she's a Muggle-born—

Then an idea struck him. A very strange idea… "It Can be Hermione, right?" he said to himself, rubbing his chin. She had brown curls, brown eyes, and she was tall for a sixteen-year old girl… but it couldn't be… could it?

"Preposterous…" he said immediately, shaking the thought off his mind. Hermione Granger, his dream girl? Ha! Might as well be Pansy Parkinson.

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Draco turned around and came face to face with her. She had an angelic smile on her beautiful face, and her expression held a mystery. Her eyes were filled with love and Draco was mesmerized once again with her beauty.

"Why didn't you look for me?" she said, half-whispering the question. She reached out for his cheek and caressed it gently.

Draco closed his eyes, enjoying her touch. But he pulled away instantly, realizing that this was all a dream. "You don't exist. You're just someone I imagined…" he slowly said, glowering at her.

The girl giggled, and took a step forward. "But I do exist." She said softly. She took his hand and held it tightly. "You're just afraid, that's all…"

Draco's first initiative was to pull his hand away, but something stopped him from doing so. The way she held his hand seemed all too familiar… very familiar. However, he let go of her and stepped back. "You never were real in the first place. This is all just a dream, and you're just trying to torment me."

The girl smiled sadly. "I would never do such a thing." She came closer and embraced him tightly, as if she would never let go. Draco turned rigid, and felt the warmth she gave him spread through his body. No one ever gave him this feeling his entire life, except… except—

"What's your name?" he asked reluctantly.

The girl let him go, and took a step back.

"What's your name?" Draco repeated. The girl smiled gently and raised her head higher. Her face, which was all too faded and blurry before, was now clear. And recognizable. Draco gasped.

"My name's—"

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"Hermione." Draco jolted up as he woke up from his dream.

Now he knew who his dream girl was.

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"Ron? Ron, wake up!" Hermione shook her red-haired friend whose head was resting on his breakfast plate. Immediately, he raised his head and looked around sleepily.

"On Tuesday, I will fail a quiz," he said, his eyes out of focus. He banged his fist on the table as if making an important point, and his head fell once again on his eggs.

Harry shook his head disapprovingly. "He was up all night finishing his Divination homework," he explained to Hermione. "I told him to do it the day before, but he wouldn't listen."

Hermione nodded and took a bite of her toast. "Ron will be Ron," she said, grinning. At that moment, Ron woke up once again and looked immensely troubled.

" Who's calling me?? I forgot to finish my predictions!" he exclaimed, as the eggs on his forehead fell back on the plate. However, he blinked and fell asleep once again.

Harry and Hermione laughed and continued eating their breakfast. Harry turned to Seamus and began talking about Quidditch, which left Hermione alone to talk to herself. She looked around and sighed.

Suddenly, she was aware that someone was watching her. She turned around and saw Draco staring at her. "What the—"

"Something the matter?" Harry suddenly asked, tapping her on the shoulder.

Hermione jumped and turned to face him. "N-no," she muttered. Harry shrugged and resumed talking with Seamus. Hermione then glanced back at Draco.

He was still staring at her.

She felt her blood rising to her cheeks and she turned away. Why was he staring at her all of a sudden? Was it because he had realized his feelings for her? Was it because he fell in love with her? Was it because she had dirt on her face? Or…

Hermione gasped. "Oh. No."

He already knew.

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A/N: Okay, so it's not the last chapter. I lied… ha!

Yeah… about the previous chapter… my friend enlightened me with what I wrote in it and I have just realized that I positively despise the chapter! Draco cries in it for such a dense reason… ugh…

Sorry I'm disgusted with my own piece of creative work… I know it doesn't suck (except for the said chapter). He he…

Anyway, please give me a lot of reviews! Goal is 180-190 or more!