"Your father is with my mother. She's locking him up."

"Oh." was all Severus could say. Never before had he been speechless.

"Could you get off my arm? It's starting to hurt." Hermione said slowly.

"Uh...yeah," He said getting up blushing.

Hermione woke up in a sweat. Why had she been dreaming about her Professer in that way. She knew already that he was 36, Professer Dumbledore had celebrated his birthday last year. Gods, she was only in her 7th year and she knew she was a muggle-born. Walking to her bathroom, she shook her head.

She looked into the mirror on the bathroom wall smirked and said, "Candyman, Candyman, Candyman, Candyman, Candyman." A few momeants later the Candyman showed up in her mirror and started carving his usual candycane into a sharp point to through at her. Hoping to kill her the Candyman through the candycan shattering the mirror.

"Hermione, get ready. You have to be at school in a few hours." her mom, Dianna, yelled.

"Yes mum." Hermione yelled from the bathroom.

A few hours later

Hermione Granger, 7th year know-it-all, walked out from her parent's car to Platform 9 3/4. Still confused of her dream. 'More like nightmare.' she thought. She ran through the platform and onto the Hogwarts Express.

A/N: I know...it's short....heh...heh....now it confuses me..... Oh well...