Chapter 21: Dreams...part I

A/N Since you don't really know what happened during the summer, we're gonna show y'all some flashbacks (the y'all is in honor of the real Lisa...aka Aweeba the Amoeba aka Green Panda Bear President #1 aka Cyclopes [nd a million other stupid nicknames that Mle made])

Disclaimer: We own nothing but duct tape bags and Mle's grosoid younger

Hermione's POV

I just sat there as he kissed me. I was about to kiss him back when he suddenly pulled away. His face was full of confusion as he looked at me. He gathered himself, stood up, and left, as though he never kissed me.

I threw myself down and buried my head in a pillow and fell asleep.

Hermione's Dream (still her POV)

I leaned into Draco as we hung out in my room. I had been grounded the day before for not wearing "appropriate attire". So here we were, not allowed to leave my room for a week with nothing to do because father had taken away my stereo, portkey, TV, EVERYTHING!

I looked up at Draco from his lap. He looked so different upside down. I laughed. He looked down at me, put his hand under my head and lifted it up.

"OK Emma, that's enough blood in your brain. I think we should save some for the rest of your body." He joked. Draco always had this way of making me happy, no matter what the situation was.

"I am sooo bored!" I said, jumping up and down on my bed. He turned around as I sat on his shoulders, grabbed me, and started to tickle me. I was laughing so hard that I didn't even notice the owl tapping at the window. I stood up, when I finally noticed it, and opened the letter tied to his leg (A/N dear JooD, TIED TO HIS LEG!!!!R U HAPPY! Sincerely MLE). It said: 'Your grounding shall end at 6:00 pm tonight at dinner where you shall be presented at the ball tonight. Your escort shall be the young Malfoy. Dress appropriately.'

I was psyched to not be grounded anymore, but I HATE balls. At least Draco would be my "date". I looked up at Draco. He saw how pissed off I was because I had told him before that I hate formal occasions.

"Well at least you'll have the most attractive date tonight" he said with a straight face, even though he wanted to laugh.

"Really? I thought that the letter said that I was going to be going with you" I said as I pretended to re-read the letter

"Ha ha, very funny" he said in a mock voice.

"At least I'm not grounded anymore" I said

"Yea, but who said that you weren't gonna be followed everywhere you go anymore" he said as he widened his eyes. I got up and walked away from him but he followed me whenever I moved, not blinking and keeping his eyes wide open. "I shall never take my eyes off of you" he said in a mock serious tone. I tripped over my guitar (I was walking backwards) and fell on my ass. We started laughing so hard that I got the hiccups, which made Draco laugh even harder.

At the Ball

I made my way down the flight of stairs with Draco at my side. Father had just announced me and I now had to show myself to those who have wanted me dead for so long. I decided to wear a deep red tube dress. It was a simple, elegant dress that flowed from my hips to about an inch past my strappy, high-heeled shoes and trailed a little bit behind me. It had golden stitching. My hair was put in an elegant do that I couldn't begin to describe, but it was shimmery (baby gasp) and stayed in place all night without frizzing or anything. Draco and I made our way to the head table where dad was sitting.

We bowed/curtsied at him. He said a few words as we made our way around the table to get to our seats, mine at his right side. He said a few words and everyone sat down and began to eat. Music began to play and I knew what was coming next. Everyone began to dance, and it wasn't just dancing, IT WAS BALLROOM DANCING!!! They were waltzing and tangoing and other boring dances. I felt a small nudge on my arm. I looked up and saw father looking down at me as though he was saying 'go, dance'. I reluctantly grabbed Draco and we walked to the middle of the dance floor and began to dance. It was obvious that Draco had done this before, because he knew what to do, but it was even more obvious that he wasn't good at it.

"This is so annoying" I whispered to him

"I know! I hate these things" He whispered back

"My dad is so dead" I whispered

"Yea, but then you would either be in charge, or there would be a power struggle beginning with your death, and we don't really want that to happen" he joked (obviously in a whisper)

We kept talking until the end of the ball. It was so much fun when it was just the two of us, but it was even more fun when we snuck it around other people.

After the ball, we went up to my room, joking all the way there. When we got there I went into the bathroom and changed into my red flannel boxer shorts (which I rolled up) and my white wife-beater that had a picture of me, Harry and Ron. It was my favorite shirt, but then I remembered where I was and who was with me. I would die if Draco found out that I was Hermione Granger. Plus, dad would probably make me kill them. I changed into a black wife-beater that said 'PMS' sprayed on in red letters. I put on my fluffy red slippers and went into my room. Draco was wearing silk green (my all time FAVE color) pajama pants and a white wife-beater.

"Put this on" I said as I threw him my oversized gray sweatshirt. I still had to get around to cutting it, but it fit Draco.

"What for?" He asked

"Remember when we were supposed to go to the beach and you were wearing a wife-beater?" I said as I grabbed a DVD

"Oh yeah," he smiled as he chuckled "He said 'put on something other than an under-shirt! What do you think you are, Duce Bigalo, Male Jigalo? (he said, perfectly imitation my father. I started to crack up)' Y'know, I don't even know how he knows about that movie" he said, looking at me

"He caught us watching it and questioned me about it after you left. He is so overprotective"

We started to watch "Dracula, Dead and Loving It", which is one of my all time faves.

By the time Renfeild (A/N I'm not sure how to spell it) ws eating the bugs we were out of pixi stix, laffy taffys and were almost done with the M'n'Ms, popcorn, and everything except the Nutrigrain Bars my dad sent up.

"Pass me a chocolate Flipz?" I asked Draco.

"Here ya go. Pass me a twix bar?" I passed it to him.

When Draco was over, I could just be myself. With Harry and Ron, we were either in school or close to having to go so I was always in study mode, but I tried to just goof off with them as much as possible. With my American friends, it was like with Draco, but it wasn't a one on one thing and we sometimes just practiced (but still goofing off). I wished I could tell Draco who I used to be, but he probably wouldn't want to be my friend anymore, and that would just kill me.

"Truth or Dare?" I asked him

"Um, Dare" He said with a 'devious' face. I laughed at his attempt

"OK, I dare you to try one of those 'sour apple twizzlers' with a 'blueberry nutrigrain bar' dipped in the cheese fondue" I said. I knew he hated the sour apple twizzlers.

"You suck" he said as he made the combination. He took a deep breath, pinched his nose, and ate the whole thing in one bite. I was going to throw up, and by the looks of it, so was he. He took slow and 'painful' chews and swallowed it with a scrunched up face.

"You are so dead" He said "Truth or dare"

I knew that if I said dare, it would be a million times worse than what I just made him do.

I gulped and said "Truth"

"Baby" I grimaced at him "OK, um, what was the whole thing with Krum about?"

'SHIT!' I did not want to tell him, because anything might have given me away.

"We met a few years ago and he was my boyfriend since and then when he went on the tour thing he promised me he would owl me daily, if possible, and as soon as he got back we were supposed to do something, or he was AT LEAST SUPPOSED TO OWL ME, BUT THE" I began, my temper was getting very short remembering what happened, but Draco interrupted me

"Shhhh, you want your father to hear you?"

"Oh yea, sorry. Where was I? Oh yea! The jackass bastard bitchy mother-fucker" I started, but then I heard footsteps.

The door opened and my dad walked in.

Draco immediately stood up and bowed. I stood up, but not as fast, and bowed (I hate curtsying).

He looked down at us.

"Young Malfoy, my daughter's curfew has been shortened for tonight. You my go home now"

Draco did a low bow to my father and then turned to me. HE bowed to me and did a small smile so dad wouldn't see it. He stood up and walked out of the room.

Dad closed the door and walked into the room.

"Emma, I have notice that you have been spending much time with the young Malfoy, but I must remind you, you are above him, and until he becomes a Death-Eater he is just the son of my right hand man. When he joins us, then he shall be higher on the ladder and it will be more proper"

"Father, may I please say something?"

"You may"

"OK, maybe a couple of things. First of all, you are so overprotective, I would like to be trusted a little more"

He was about to interrupt, but I began to talk again.

"Second of all, why are you so formal? I mean, I'm you daughter, you're supposed to be like 'shoot', not 'you may'. And I you're supposed to be more lenient, you're acting as though you have hardly any feeling, and it hurts me."

I could see that I was hurting him, and that added to my pain, but I kept going on.

"Thirdly, I don't wan to say this, but you and I believe in the same thing, but on different levels. You want the world to be 'pure', and so do I, but you talk about blood, when I'm sorry about this, but you're trying to kill those like you. What I want is for the world to be pure without killing. I mean like, no violence, no killing and slaughter, and etcetera. I hate how you kill people because their family isn't completely full of magical people. I hate how in class we use dragon skin and etcetera. I hate how people eat other living beings because they have meat on them. I hate..." I was about to go on and then soon rant, but father interrupted me.

"I understand what you are saying about how we believe in the same things on different levels, but I an doing what is best, if we all were the same. Muggles run around the earth like they own the place, forcing us to hide ourselves. They are small-minded beings who are nothing but a large waste of air and space. The world would be better if they all died"

"OK, but what about the torturing! And all the other stuff you do!" I was so angry at him, but I could not let him see my anger.

"I see that you have strong feelings about this. We shall discuss it tomorrow" He said. He stood up and began to walk out of my room. I couldn't hold it in anymore. It had to come out.

"Just because he left you doesn't give you an excuse for killing and torturing his kind!"

Finally! It came out.

He turned to face me. His eyes became cold as he stared at me with so much anger. I began to be afraid, but I didn't let it show. I felt my eyes change. This surprised him a little, but he kept staring at me.

"Don't you ever, ever, bring him up." He turned and walked out of my room.

I turned to my TV, but it was gone. So were my stereo, guitar, CD's, computer, lap top, everything in my room was gone except my school books (old textbooks and notebooks), pens and pencils, and my bed.

I lied down on my bed and fell asleep.

A/N If you can guess who the 'he' referred to before the next chapter is posted then u get a prize, actually, the first person to guess it right