Disclaimer: Once again, I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters. They're ALL JK Rowling's. =(

A/N: Well I got another chapter up! =D But.. I think it's a bad chapter. If a lot of people don't like it, I'll change it someway or another. So review! (It's probably only bad because I wrote it at 12 in the morning, on Sunday. Oh crap monkeys! I have church in the morning! Dern.. well enjoy!) ((Sorry, it's pretty short!))

«Rewiind«
The rose glowed a bright color, a color that she had not expected. Just as she looked in horror at the rose, the portrait opened up. "Hermione? I didn't know you were here. Wait, what's wrong?" Hermione slowly looked up at the voice of the speaker. It was Draco Malfoy! Realization suddenly hit her. Since she was very fragile and weak at the moment, she did the last thing in her mind. She fainted, but she still had the rose clasped in her hand. "Hermione!" Draco Malfoy caught her in his strong arms, before she hit the ground. He had no clue what was going on, but he was soon going to find out.
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Chapter Two: Insight of the Future

Draco sat in Hermione's room, overlooking her while she slept. She was beautiful. Her hair was now smooth, straight, and had such a pretty golden brown color! She had the right curves, none too big, but just right. Her breath was slow, and calming. Still, he couldn't help but ponder about what had just happened. Hmm. I wonder what Hermione was doing? I don't think I've ever seen her act like this. I saw her run out of the Great Hall. She looked worried and scared. Whatever it is, I just hope it wasn't anything... bad. As Draco thought to himself, Hermione was having a confusing, yet wonderful dream.

--Dream Land--
Hermione leisurely walked across the paved path of shiny black stones. It seemed slippery, but it was pretty sturdy. Straight ahead was an arch full of pink and white roses intertwined in it. Under it stood Draco Malfoy. He was dressed in a dark blue turtleneck shirt, with tan khaki pants. He had a large picnic basket in one hand, and his wand in his other.

"Hermione, you look beautiful. I've been waiting for you. I didn't think you'd take so long picking flowers and such. You're lucky I didn't start eating without you," Draco notified, with his usual Malfoy smirk.

"I'm sorry, I just had to enjoy the scenery a little longer. I didn't think it would be so beautiful," Hermione declared. Hermione had on a pink long-sleeved baby tee, and a pair of light blue flared hip-hugging jeans. It had a pink glitter tint to it.

The scenery was beautiful, indeed! It was an open field with pretty flowers here and there. There were tall and thick trees, and small cottages in which wizards could rent. The snow was falling lightly from the blue sky. It really was a nice place to be.

She slowly sauntered over to Draco, still unsure of how he found such a place. Who would of thought Draco to be such a romantic! Draco took Hermione's small hands, and led her past the arch. He set the basket down, and placed his wand in his pocket. He opened up the basket and took out a large, red and gold checkered cloth. Once it was set on the ground, he took the other contents out of the basket. There were biscuits, sandwiches, a small cake, hot chocolate in a thermo, two plates, two mugs, spoons, knives, and napkins. There was also a concealed champagne bottle, for afterwards.

As they finished eating, Draco stacked all that was left over in the basket. He laid the cloth over it, and close the basket. He then took Hermione's hand and helped her up.

"Hermione, come here with me." Draco led her under the arch, with the roses still intact.

"We been through thick and thin, fights and fusses, celebrations and mourning. You've helped me bring out the real me. I never wanted to follow my father's path, yet I was close to doing so. But you saved me and led me into the right path. I don't know what my life would be like without you. That is why I'm doing this." Draco got down on his knees, and looked up at Hermione's beautiful chocolate brown eyes. He had this anxious look in his eyes.

"Hermione Sera Granger, will you marry me?"

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Hermione woke up with a start. She looked around at her surroundings, still clueless about the previous happenings. She saw Draco Malfoy, who was now asleep in the golden chair. Wait... Draco? What is he doing here? Hold it, I wasn't in here before either. What the... The events swiftly attacked her mind. Every little detail flashed inside her brain, each in the order that it had occurred. The last image was of Draco walking in, and her passing out. She shot up out of her huge bed. OMG! What happened to the rose! Oh! Please PLEASE don't be broken, lost, gone! Hermione searched her room, but soon found the rose laying peacefully on the table, next to Draco.

"Oh thank goodness! I thought I really lost it!" Hermione exclaimed. Draco awoke, suddenly.

"Huh? What happened? Hermione?" He was so lost and tired.

"Draco? Oh, nothing. I was just... frantic for a few seconds. I'm fine now," Hermione said, smiling.

"Hmm. Alright. I thought something was wrong. So, how are you? You feeling okay? Do you need to go see Madam Pompfrey?" Draco said, worriedly.

"No, No. I'm fine. Trust me. Why don't you go back to your room and sleep? I think I can handle things on my own. All I'm gonna do is straighten up my room, shower, and then go back to sleep. Well, maybe go get something to eat, too. I'm a bit hungry," Hermione retorted, hoping that Draco would believe it.

"Fine, fine. I'll leave. Just knock on my door if you need anything, okay?"

Hermione nodded. "Okay."

Draco walked out of Hermione's room, and straight into his. Hermione shut her door, and made sure she locked it. What a night! She was now lost. What was she going to do? That rose told her that she LOVED Draco! She knew she started to have feelings about him, but she didn't think it was love! Man oh man! I have no clue on what to do! I know Draco doesn't like me as a girlfriend. I'm just a friend, and nothing more. I wish we hadn't made that truce! I wish we were never Head Boy and Girl! As Hermione fought with herself, she didn't know that Draco was thinking almost the exact same thing. She didn't know that Draco, too, loved her and feared that he wouldn't be loved back the way he wanted to be. She also didn't know that Draco had the exact same dream as she had, at the exact same time. What was happening?