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Chapter 7-Wake Up

Wake up,

Tell me it's alright,

Wake up,

I just wanna hold you tight,

Wake up,

Tell me its alright,

Dont you ever wonder what you're looking for.
Hermione woke up to the sun pouring into her room. 'First day of classes, finally!' She might have changed a lot on the outside but she was still the same bookworm Hermione on the inside. She grabbed her toiletries, which were laid out perfectly, and ran to the bathroom.

After her quick but luxurious shower, Hermione emerged dressed and smelling like warm vanilla sugar (a/n that's my fav scent right now). She did her make up, grabbed her books and was about to leave, when she realized she forgot Draco. She ran up the stairs as quickly as she could and knocked on the door. No answer. She pushed the door open and saw Draco, still sleeping, stretched out on his bed. She seized the opportunity, ran and jumped on top of him.

"Draco, wake up! It's the first day of classes! You're gonna be late for breakfast which means I'm gonna be in trouble if you don't get up! I'm hungry! Get up!"

"5 more minutes"

"No, get up now!"

"Mmmmmyyyyyyyyaaaaaaaaa!" Draco moaned, turned over, and tried to get back to sleep.

In a flash, Hermione had gone and, just as quick, she was back with a bucket of ice water. As soon as she poured it on his head, Draco was out of bed.

"What did you do that for?"

"You have two minutes to meet me in the common room for breakfast. If you're not ready, I will come up with another bucket of ice water."

"Meanie." Draco mumbled as Hermione shut the door behind her.

"5-4-3-2-"

"I'm here! Let's eat." Draco yelled while tripping down the staircase.

"Finally, I'm starving! Let's go." Hermione said as she ran out the portrait, leaving Draco to hurry to catch up to her.

When he reached the Great Hall, Hermione had already gone in. 'Good, no need to create rumors just yet.' Draco thought. He entered, walked to his place at the staff table, and sat beside Hermione.

"I beat you!" Hermione bragged.

"Good thing. I don't think anybody's ready to handle us being friends just yet."

"Does that mean we have to cuss each other out and stuff now?"

"No, just try not to make anyone think we're as good of friends as we are, you know?"

"Yeah, I guess." Hermione sighed.

'She sounds really hurt…I hope she understands where I'm coming from…I mean, I don't care if anyone turns on me because everyone is already turned on me…but I know if she loses Potter and Weasley, she'll be devastated…'

'This really stinks… I know we've been enemies for six years, and no one thinks this year should be any different…but I just wanna get to know him better…pretending we still hate each other doesn't help one bit. I hope he's not too mean… I still remember how it hurt when he called me all those horrible names…but he was an insufferable prat then…it seems like he's changed so much.'

"Hermione, here come Potter and Weasley. I'll see you in potions first period. You probably have to sit by me so don't look so cheerful."

"Me? Cheerful? About seeing you? In your dreams!" Hermione beamed.

"Good start! See you in a few." Draco said rising and stalking the door towards potions.

"Hi Harry! Hi Ron! Ready to go to potions?" Hermione asked with a look of dread on her face. 'I think they're falling for i. I'm good!'

"Ready as I'll ever be" replied Ron.

"How was breakfast with Malfoy?" Asked Harry, trying to stay off the subject of potions as long as possible.

"It was the quietest I've ever heard. He didn't say much, and when he did, I replied civilly. We have to somewhat get along considering we spend almost every second of everyday together."

"That's horrible! I'm sorry." Harry said.

"It's alright, I'll manage."

"Want me to beat his brains out for you, Mya?" Ron asked.

"As much as I know you would enjoy that, I don't approve of violence in this school. I'm Head Girl and I can't allow it! Just kidding! I can handle everything, don't worry about me."

"But that's our job." They retorted at same time.

They sat in their usual places for their least favorite classes, potions. Harry and Ron were sitting together and Hermione and Neville were sitting by each other.

Hermione thought this slightly awkward, seeing as Neville had always had a crush on her. They had gone out for a short time during their 6th year; Neville had changed so much. He had grown tall, lean and somewhat muscular. He had become much braver and only stuttered around the girls he liked. Hermione had thought this adorable, but they soon found out that their friendship was much better than anything more.

"Class." Professor Snape acknowledged. "You might as well all get up because we are switching seats. You're in pairs, as usual, only this year they will be inter-house pairs. Granger, Malfoy… ¦Weasley, Goyle …Potter, Crabbe… Longbottom, Parkinson…" Snape continued to name pairs. As soon as he finished, there was a period of shuffling around to the seats that were assigned. No one looked too happy about who they were assigned to and, other than Draco and Hermione, none were.

"Today, you will be taking notes on one of the strongest love potions in the wizarding world. It's called the Lover's Mind potion. Once taken, you will be telepathically connected to your soul mate. It lasts for 48 hours. There is a way to block your thoughts from them, but you will still hear their thoughts. I will leave it up to you to figure this out. We will be brewing and drinking this concoction next double potions and, seeing as this is Friday, that will be Wednesday. Start taking notes!"

They took notes the whole hour and when they were dismissed, everyone headed to lunch.

The rest of their classes went pretty smoothly. Hermione, as suspected, had to sit by Draco in every class which, she thought, wasn't all that bad. Most of the time they didn't talk, which was okay considering they had been enemies for 6 years and friends for 2 days.

After dinner, Hermione headed back to the common room. Draco wasn't there, so she went upstairs to change into her pajamas: a red tank top and blue and red Spiderman boxers (a/n Hermione lives in the muggle world during the summer, remember? Plus, Spiderman ROCKS!!).

When she reached the common room, she found she wasn't alone. Draco was lying on the couch, tossing and turning, asleep. Hermione thought of waking him, but decided against it. 'He needs sleep…he's probably only having a bad dream, anyways. She thought.

She took a seat in an armchair, after grabbing a book of course. She read peacefully for about 15 minutes until she heard footsteps on the carpet. She looked up to find a man, eyes rolled back in his head, hovering over her, a knife in his hand. Upon closer inspection, the man was…

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