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"Where's your little friends going, Granger?" says a silky voice from behind Hermione.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" replies Hermione, turning around towards his voice.
Striding towards Hermione, he replies "Oh nothing, Granger."
"If it's nothing then why are you twirling my hair?" A bewildered Hermione asks while staring at Draco twirling her hair and staring off into space.
Seeming to catch himself, Draco smirks and lightly runs his hand down Hermione's neck, lifting her chin up and lightly kissing her on the mouth. Then with a jerk of his head he twists a stunned Hermione away and walks off without a backward glance.
Hermione watches Malfoy walk away feeling like someone ripped her insides out. Hermione can't explain Malfoy's behavior or how she feels about his behavior, all she knows is her knees are weak and her cheeks are on fire.
Hermione ponders on this on her way to Transfiguration all the time un-aware that a certain werewolf saw the whole scene heading to his class, which to him seemed to be two lovers kissing and he didn't like it or the green feeling that he felt.
"It sucks that you can always Transfigure anything the first McGonagall wants you to, Hermione." whined Ron.
"Yeah it is kinda unfair but still Ron we have always known Hermione was girl wonder." jokes Harry.
"You can say that Harry because it doesn't take you that long either, I'm just not good at Transfiguration." moans Ron.
"Well you need it if you want to be a Auror, Ron. Right, Hermione?" asks Harry to a distracted Hermione. Who doesn't say anything but continues to stare into space.
"Hermione? Hermione!?" says both Ron and Harry while shaking their hands in front of her face.
Seeming to be lost in her own head, Hermione just keeps staring at nothing. Ron and Harry exchange confused looks and go back to talking about Transfiguration. While talking Ron tucks into his food, while Harry looks around, putting to note that Malfoy is once again staring at Hermione and so is Professor Lupin. Something is going on here and I want to know what.
That night Hermione dreams. Coming out of the moon stand two men, one with the pain of a death mark on his forhead and the other with the pain of a wolf trailing him. Which will she choose before one ends up dead?
Across the grounds, in a room full of green, Draco dreams of a brown-eyed, brown haired girl and of the glass wall between them.
In a room of tattered clothes, sheets, heart, sleeps a dreaming Remus, of a beautiful brown-eyed, brown haired girl and about the wolf that stands between them.
I know its been awhile but I just kinda forgot about it. / Hope you like this, its not much but its something, lol. Shauna