~*The Passion of a Dragon*~

By: xKatx

Author's Notes: Oh my gosh! You guys are so awesome!! I've gotten a lot of reviews telling me you like my story! I'm so glad you guys like it! Please, if there are little things you don't like about it, don't be afraid to let me know! Constructive criticism is welcome, but be gentle—I'm very sensitive ;)

Disclaimer: I don't own HP stuff—I'd be in the mountains right now if I did—I own everything you don't recognize.

Characters You Will Meet In This Chapter:

Taryn Michelle, Head Girl of Hogwarts, 19th century, a Gryffindor

Luke Devon, Head Boy of Hogwarts, 19th century, a Slytherin

Lyndi, Taryn's best friend, a Gryffindor

Kelsey, Taryn's best friend, a Gryffindor

Andrew, Luke's best friend, a Slytherin

Mitch, Luke's best friend, a Slytherin

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**The sun was going down over Hogwarts, only it looked different. There were fewer towers and there weren't any trees missing in the Forbidden Forest.

Hermione got up, and noticed she was sitting on the front steps of the school. She got up, saw people on the grounds she didn't recognize. They were dressed in uniforms she recognized as uniforms worn back in the 1880s at Hogwarts. She shook her head, unable to comprehend exactly what time period she was in. She looked around, trying to take in everything. It was slowly getting darker, when a spark popped out in front of her, and something in her mind told her to follow it. It bounced off toward that one particular willow that Hermione recognized as the one she frequently visited. She watched the people around her. Some were walking hand in hand, others were sitting randomly on the grass, talking with friends. She figured it was free time and majority of them had come out to enjoy the crisp autumn evening.

She stopped sharply when she recognized one face.

        Malfoy, she thought to herself, seething in rekindled anger. He was looking as debonair and confident as ever, but he stopped when he saw her too.

        How am I seeing Granger? he asked himself as he saw her. They were both in their current school uniforms, which differed greatly from the ones worn by the dream people around them.

Suddenly, a spark appeared in front of Draco, and he followed it as well.

The sparks led them to the willow. He was standing on one side, and she was standing on the other. He opened his mouth the hurl an insult at her, but he found he couldn't speak. She tried to talk as well, and she couldn't speak either.

        What is up with this? She thought to herself, but stopped when both of them saw a girl coming toward the willow.
Draco secretly hoped the girl wouldn't see them. She came closer and closer, and he noticed she had long, brown hair; curls cascaded down her back, and she had a very troubled look in her eyes. She looked around before climbing behind the shelter of the willow.

Hermione saw this as well, and quickly noticed a young man coming closer as well. He was about their age, maybe a little older, with black hair and sparkling blue eyes. However, his eyes were guarded and somewhat troubled as he looked around. Making sure he wasn't being watched, the young man climbed behind the branches of the willow. Hermione and Draco both climbed through and watched as the two dream figures shared a passionate kiss.

        "Does anyone know you're here?" The boy asked. The girl shook her head.

        "No one."

        "Does anyone know about last night?"

        "Of course not."

The boy nodded, "Good."

        "Luke, I'm so sick of hiding," she said, putting her arms around his neck, "It's not fair to either of us."

He put his hand on her cheek, "I know, Taryn, I know. I hate hiding too. But you know what would happen if we told anyone."

        "I can't even tell Lyndi or Kelsey-"

        "Taryn, sweetie, I can't tell Andrew or Mitch either."

She nodded, running her hands down his arms, "I know. But it just isn't fair."

There was a long pause, in which Hermione and Draco watched carefully, trying to understand why both of them were seeing this dream. Their thoughts were interrupted as the young lovers began to talk again.

        "Do you love me, Taryn Michelle?"

        "Of course I love you," she replied, looking at him with worried eyes, "Why would you ask that?"

The man named Luke looked at the ground, "I just…don't want to lose you…"

        "What brought that fear up?" She asked, looking at him carefully. Her green eyes searched his blue ones carefully as she waited for his answer.

        "It's just…"

        "Has Jacob been telling you things again?"

Hermione was taken aback as the woman named Taryn stepped away from the man and looked at him, "Have you been listening to all he's been saying again?"

Luke stepped forward, "He's been saying things, but I don't listen. Taryn, I just need to know you love me. We've had problems before-"

        "-How can you ask me that? You know I love you! I proved it to you last night!"

Luke sighed and put a hand on the back of his neck, "I know. It's just… sometimes evil sounds so convincing."

        "So you would believe Jacob over me?" She questioned, her voice softening a little.

Luke shook his head, coming closer to her and taking her hands in his, "Of course I don't. I love you, Taryn, and I don't want to share you with anyone."

She grinned, "How can you make something so selfish sound so good?"

He smirked at her, "Practice, my love."

She rolled her eyes, before looking back at him, "Do you think what they said is true?"

        "About the prophecy?"

She nodded.

        "I have no way of knowing," he told her, "All I know is that you've been enough of a miracle for me."

She smiled at him, "May I tell you something?"

        "Anything, love," he told her as his arms wrapped around her waist, nuzzling her neck.

        "Last night," she whispered, "I was so glad you were the one."
He smiled at her, "As was I," he looked somewhat shocked, "Who would have known-a Gryffindor and a Slytherin."

        "What a controversy," she said, acting apalled, "And when, may I ask, did I give you permission to put your devilish Slytherin hands on me, Luke Devon?"
He smirked, "I've yet to hear your beautiful Gryffindor mouth complain," he replied.

Hermione rolled her eyes. This was pathetic; it was like Romeo and Juliet mushy and disgusting. These were two enemies! How had they come up like this?

At that moment, the sky exploded with stars and silver explosions, and both Draco and Hermione looked out from the shelter of the willow branches. They both looked skyward, and in the sky was written:

~For one hundred years, this freedom shall last,

But be careful friends--the past is the past.

There is more to come, in years to come,

Only they will show you where true love comes from.~

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Hermione awoke with beads of sweat on her forehead. It hadn't been a scary dream, but it was certainly  strange. Why had she seen Malfoy in it?

As her head cleared, she came to her senses. She'd read about cases in which two people had the same dream and were in it together. But this was a little to odd for comfort. After all, with all the talk concerning the prophecy that Dumbledore and the Sorting Hat had mentioned, Hermione wasn't taking anything lightly. Could this be a sign for her? For Malfoy? She shook her head. Who were Taryn and Luke? She quickly snatched a piece of parchment and a quill and wrote down the names. Taryn Michelle and Luke Devon. Hermione secretly wished she knew their last names, but they hadn't been mentioned in the dream.

At that moment, she froze. Malfoy. She had to face him. He would obviously want some answers, and expect her to have them! What would she do? She could try avoiding him-it would take some work, but it wouldn't be too difficult; Seamus was throwing another party the following weekend, and with classes during the week, and Malfoy having Quidditch practice, it wouldn't be too difficult not to be around him.

Hermione, as she climbed into bed, decided it would be best if she avoided Malfoy; at least until she got to the library. Then she could figure out who Taryn and Luke were, and then if Malfoy had any questions, she could attempt to answer them.

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Malfoy didn't get another wink of sleep that night. The dream was enough to freak him out, that was for sure. Why had he seen that dream? And why had Granger been there? Taryn and Luke… those people had not been familiar at all. He'd never heard of them before, but he was sure that was the least of his worries. If Granger was there, she must have had the very same dream.

He shook his head; this was bullshit. It was a prophecy that he wasn't even sure had been fulfilled. Had Taryn and Luke lived past their seventh year? Had they grown old together? What was the rest of the story?

He groaned to himself as he lay back on his bed. It was a sign; that dream had to have been a sign. Why else would he have had that particular dream? Furthermore, why would he have had that dream on the very same night as Hermione?

He ran a hand through his hair and closed his eyes. He was beginning to think that Dumbledore hadn't just been trying to amuse the first years with an ancient tale. Maybe this prophecy was real, and it looked like he was part of it.

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Dumbledore grinned to himself as he saw the Head Boy and Girl both laying awake in bed, the dream having scared both badly. He couldn't help but smile as the moon began to descend from its perch in the sky. The prophecy was going to come true-he had a feeling it would be soon too.

He looked up from his armchair by the fire. On one of his shelves stood a frame with two photos in it. There was one girl with lovely, curly brow hair and green eyes, and a boy with short cut black hair and clear blue eyes. They looked so happy; still were, as far as Dumbledore knew. He hadn't spoken to them in a very long time; nor had he seen Lila or Merle, their two children. He was sure, however, that if anything had happened to them he would have heard about it; in one form or another.

He smiled; it was happening again, and this time it would be different; much different. They were different people, with different pasts. But the prophecy had chosen, and there was no re-choosing now. It had to work, or they would die. In the history of the prophecy, only six people (three couples) had refused to follow the prophecy and had died because of it. He only hoped that they wouldn't fight it.

Too much.