Author's Note: Hello there! Thank you all to those who have reviewed! Here's chapter four! Hope you enjoy!

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A LOVE NOT FORGOTTEN

By Rage

CHAPTER FOUR: A NIGHTTIME STROLL

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Dusk was already setting. Minute by minute the sky grew darker and stars slowly started emerging. Draco sat alone in the shadows of the Slytherin Common Room, reading one of the letters silently.

My dearest Draco,

I miss you already. I long to hold your hand; I have a burning desire to embrace you. I want to feel your love around me, and I want to be beside you. I dream of you nightly, and you are the only thing always present in my mind. When will I be able to see you again?

I love you with my heart and soul.

Draco sighed and fell back on the couch. This was the nth letter he had read, and yet he still wasn't sick of all the fluffiness contained in every single one. Every letter had its own uniqueness, and each one made Draco curious.

However, the letters made him wonder. They were meant for Draco. But he wasn't sure if it was for him or another Draco.

Now he wondered if there was another Draco in their family. "Was there?" He bit his lip. He couldn't help but regret not looking closely at every family portrait in their Manor. I just couldn't spare a few minutes to look at them, could I? He thought in frustration.

He shook his head and looked at his watch. It was already ten in the evening, and there were a few students left in the Common Room. Draco stood up, pocketed the letter and clapped his hands.

"Everyone in their dormitories. Now."

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A young sixteen- year old girl stood in front of a huge steel gate. Her head was under a hood and she looked unsure. She reached for the bronze bell, but before she could even ring it, she pulled away.

"I can't do this." She turned around, and started walking away.

"Where are you going?" A voice spoke from behind.

The girl turned around and came face to face with a handsome young man. She gasped, and smiled widely. "Draco!" She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tightly.

The young man smiled gently, and kissed her forehead. "Hermione."

"WHAT??" Draco jolted up. Did he just hear right? Did he have a dream where the name of Mudblood Granger was mentioned? "That was bloody damn scary…"

He lay back down on his bed and clutched his covers. This was the effect of reading love letters, he thought, and he felt sick. Draco gulped and turned around. This wasn't right. He was now dreaming of the Gryffindor bookworm! And to him, that was worse than a nightmare… much worse.

"Coincidence," he muttered, relaxing. It was all a coincidence. "It can't be."

He was now relieved. There were thousands of girls named Hermione around the world. It just so happened that he came across to know one of them.

And he forgot about it. However, he was now thinking about the dream itself. He couldn't help but wonder…

Is the dream connected to the letters? He thought. It just made perfect sense…

Draco shook his head and brushed the thought away. "Impossible." He laughed silently, and in no more than a minute, he fell asleep once again.

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Hermione walked silently alongside Malfoy. It was eight in the evening, and the two were doing their patrolling. They were now on the fifth floor, particularly in the tenth hall checking every single nook and cranny.

Hermione sighed. The boy beside her was completely silent, which was awfully unusual. Malfoy wasn't throwing insults at her, and he wasn't wearing his usual smirk. He was just staring out into space…

"You're acting weird," she finally said, glancing at him.

He looked back at her. "Why do you say that?"

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Never mind."

There was a moment of silence. This is awkward, she thought irritably. She was tired of the quiet. "Malfoy."

He stopped walking. He turned around and faced her. "What?"

"Why don't we split up?"

"What d'you mean?"

"I check this Hall, and you check the other Hall." She pointed to the corner, and faced him. "Well?"

However, he didn't reply. He was staring at her hand and was gaping at it.

"Malfoy?"

He grabbed her hand. "What's that?" He asked in a hush. Hermione raised her eyebrow. He was looking down at the ring she had gotten from her mother with some sort of awe and shock.

Hermione pulled her hand away. "Why?"

Malfoy blinked. He stepped back and shook his head. "Nothing, I'm sorry." He took another step back and walked away.

Hermione stared at his retreating figure. He was really acting weird.

He wasn't himself.

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a/n: Hello there! Hope you liked the chapter… it isn't my very best, though and I apologize for that. He he… But I do hope you all review! THANKS!