Chapter 5
The next morning, Hermione woke up to the sun shining full on her face. She glanced at the clock. She still had another hour to her first lesson. Then she snuggled deeper under the covers and tried to remember the dream she had the previous night. It was something she did almost every morning. Shutting her eyes, she thought back to one of the dreams she had.
She remembered running and running blindly through the Forbidden Forest, when Firenze, the centaur, stopped her and told her to go back to the school, and she said no, she had to look for someone, though she did not know who, and ran on, Firenze behind her. She came to a clearing, and saw someone huddled on the ground. The person had a cloak on, back facing them. Hermione remembered rushing forward and throwing her arms around the person, when suddenly the cloak fell of the person's head. Hermione had gasped and pulled away when she saw it was Draco Malfoy. The next thing she knew, the scene had changed and Firenze was gone, leaving Draco and Hermione alone. They were standing on a huge cliff out at sea, a beautiful sunset painted across the sky above them.
Draco had taken Hermione's hands into his, looked into her eyes and said softly, barely over the sound of the waves crashing against the rocky cliff, "There is something I need to tell you before I go."
"Go where?" Called out Hermione, barely able to hear him, let alone her self.
"I'll be going. Where, I don't know," he answered, "but there is something I need to tell you."
"Tell me what?" Said Hermione, tears running down her face, without her knowing it.
Before Draco could reply, a dark shadow had reached out from the blue sea, which was no longer calm, but trashing about like a wild beast in pain, and grabbed him. Hermione had screamed, when she too, was grabbed into the sea, but by a white creature. Then the dream ended.
Hermione could make no sense of the dream. However, when she remembered the dream, she felt sad, and her stomach felt a little funny. It was as though... She was missing Draco, and would never see him again. Suddenly, a huge wave of panic rushed through her body. What if something HAD happened to Draco? Hermione threw the covers off her, jammed her feet into her soft, fluffy bedroom slippers, threw the door open, and ran down the stairs into the Prefects' common room. Almost all the Prefects were there, but no Draco.
"Lavender, have you seen Malf- I mean, Draco?" Said Hermione, to her friend, who was stroking Crookshanks.
"Draco?" Said Lavender raising an eyebrow. "No, I haven't."
Panicking, Hermione raced up the boys' staircase and looked at each and every door to see which had Draco's name on it. Flushed, and flustered, she finally found his room right at the top of the tower. Without even bothering to knock, she gripped the polished brass doorknob and threw the door open.
The sight that met her eyes made her blush.
"Grang- Hermione!" Yelled Draco, using a blanket to cover himself up. He had just dropped his towel after his bath, when Hermione had burst in. "What are you doing?? Molest me with your eyes?" He yelled, when Hermione made no attempt to turn and leave him to put on his clothes.
"S-sorry... I can explain," she whispered, taking a step forward.
"NO! Later!" He said, letting his eyes take her flustered self in. Her face was flushed a deep red, and her wavy hair which was ruffled from sleep, was messed further when she had ran all the way up to his room. Her silk pajamas, which was royal blue, was rather tight. If it was any other girl, he would have tried to flirt, but with Hermione, he didn't want to hurt her like he had the previous years.
"Okay," whispered Hermione, turning around.
"NO!" Said Draco, changing his mind. "Stay. I want to know just why you burst in without KNOCKING. Just.... Just turn around.... No, why don't you get ready? I'll meet you down in the common room later. And please shut the door on your way out, thanks."
"Draco Malfoy, you are very fickle for a male," said Hermione, getting her tongue back.
"Whatever," he muttered. "Oh, and Hermione? I'd be grateful if you didn't mention whatever you saw to anyone."
"I did not see anything!" Said Hermione adamantly, the red in her cheeks which was fading, coming back.
Then, she turned and made her way back to her room to get ready for lessons, wondering how to explain her dream, which even seemed silly to her now. But she couldn't help picturing the wet blond hair, which had hung loosely around Draco's face, making him look more human. And she had to admit that Draco Malfoy did look good. Much better than she last remembered.
The next morning, Hermione woke up to the sun shining full on her face. She glanced at the clock. She still had another hour to her first lesson. Then she snuggled deeper under the covers and tried to remember the dream she had the previous night. It was something she did almost every morning. Shutting her eyes, she thought back to one of the dreams she had.
She remembered running and running blindly through the Forbidden Forest, when Firenze, the centaur, stopped her and told her to go back to the school, and she said no, she had to look for someone, though she did not know who, and ran on, Firenze behind her. She came to a clearing, and saw someone huddled on the ground. The person had a cloak on, back facing them. Hermione remembered rushing forward and throwing her arms around the person, when suddenly the cloak fell of the person's head. Hermione had gasped and pulled away when she saw it was Draco Malfoy. The next thing she knew, the scene had changed and Firenze was gone, leaving Draco and Hermione alone. They were standing on a huge cliff out at sea, a beautiful sunset painted across the sky above them.
Draco had taken Hermione's hands into his, looked into her eyes and said softly, barely over the sound of the waves crashing against the rocky cliff, "There is something I need to tell you before I go."
"Go where?" Called out Hermione, barely able to hear him, let alone her self.
"I'll be going. Where, I don't know," he answered, "but there is something I need to tell you."
"Tell me what?" Said Hermione, tears running down her face, without her knowing it.
Before Draco could reply, a dark shadow had reached out from the blue sea, which was no longer calm, but trashing about like a wild beast in pain, and grabbed him. Hermione had screamed, when she too, was grabbed into the sea, but by a white creature. Then the dream ended.
Hermione could make no sense of the dream. However, when she remembered the dream, she felt sad, and her stomach felt a little funny. It was as though... She was missing Draco, and would never see him again. Suddenly, a huge wave of panic rushed through her body. What if something HAD happened to Draco? Hermione threw the covers off her, jammed her feet into her soft, fluffy bedroom slippers, threw the door open, and ran down the stairs into the Prefects' common room. Almost all the Prefects were there, but no Draco.
"Lavender, have you seen Malf- I mean, Draco?" Said Hermione, to her friend, who was stroking Crookshanks.
"Draco?" Said Lavender raising an eyebrow. "No, I haven't."
Panicking, Hermione raced up the boys' staircase and looked at each and every door to see which had Draco's name on it. Flushed, and flustered, she finally found his room right at the top of the tower. Without even bothering to knock, she gripped the polished brass doorknob and threw the door open.
The sight that met her eyes made her blush.
"Grang- Hermione!" Yelled Draco, using a blanket to cover himself up. He had just dropped his towel after his bath, when Hermione had burst in. "What are you doing?? Molest me with your eyes?" He yelled, when Hermione made no attempt to turn and leave him to put on his clothes.
"S-sorry... I can explain," she whispered, taking a step forward.
"NO! Later!" He said, letting his eyes take her flustered self in. Her face was flushed a deep red, and her wavy hair which was ruffled from sleep, was messed further when she had ran all the way up to his room. Her silk pajamas, which was royal blue, was rather tight. If it was any other girl, he would have tried to flirt, but with Hermione, he didn't want to hurt her like he had the previous years.
"Okay," whispered Hermione, turning around.
"NO!" Said Draco, changing his mind. "Stay. I want to know just why you burst in without KNOCKING. Just.... Just turn around.... No, why don't you get ready? I'll meet you down in the common room later. And please shut the door on your way out, thanks."
"Draco Malfoy, you are very fickle for a male," said Hermione, getting her tongue back.
"Whatever," he muttered. "Oh, and Hermione? I'd be grateful if you didn't mention whatever you saw to anyone."
"I did not see anything!" Said Hermione adamantly, the red in her cheeks which was fading, coming back.
Then, she turned and made her way back to her room to get ready for lessons, wondering how to explain her dream, which even seemed silly to her now. But she couldn't help picturing the wet blond hair, which had hung loosely around Draco's face, making him look more human. And she had to admit that Draco Malfoy did look good. Much better than she last remembered.