AN:Hey babes and dudes sorry for not updating so much...I have 90 reviews. OMGOMGOMG...I love all you guys. U rock so much....Ahhh i'm on a high...maybe it's just the ice-cream (i went for an ice-cream eating competition) Haha...The mad things i do. I couldn't even finish half the tub...i tell you i feel like a pig. Gods...Thankfully i don't have a tummy bulge (Hundred sit ups a day) Ok well...Sorry for that as I said I'm on a high

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After he slammed the door in that mudblood's face, Malfoy flumped onto his bed, suddenly tired even. He felt no guilt over the fact that the mudblood had broken down in front of; but strangely he didn't feel triumph as he was supposed to. Her eyes yet again, he wondered why he was obsessed about her eyes, but they were just like windows to her soul, showing the world exactly how she felt.

The fact that he had seen his arch nemesis break down in front of him made him feel, nothing. Nothing at all. His father would definitely use one of the unforgivable curses on him if he found out that he was going easy on the mudblood. It had been ingrained from the very beginning that they were scum.

"I must be going soft," Malfoy thought to himself as he shook his head. He wondered who her parents were. If they were purebloods there might be a chance he was related to that know-it-all mudblood. Shuddering at the thought of seeing her even after school he wiped the image off his mind, dismissing it as his wild imagination running ahead of him.

He wondered how his

His thoughts drifted to the letter that his father had sent him the earlier night, it was rather short and brief as though his father was in a rush when writing it. He remembered the dread he had felt when he saw his father's owl Lucifer framed by the moonlight. Only his father would think of naming his owl after the devil himself.

He picked up the letter and read it.

Draco,

We have chosen a perfect bride for you. You don't know her. Nothing is confirmed yet. I have to go now, the dark lord requires me to be at his side now.

Take care son, Father.

His father's handwriting was somewhat like his, cursive that held much formality in it. Though this time it was a scrawl, as though his hands were shaking. Draco realized that his father was under a lot of pressure have to keep his image up to the ministry and at the same time serve Voldemort.

Malfoy knew the day would come when he would be bethroed to a girl he never knew; it was in the pureblood culture after all, for the two children to be married. Almost none of the purebloods had married out of their circle and anyone who married a mudblood or worse a muggle, was treated as though they had committed a heinous crime or had an incurable disease.

Malfoy thought of his parents, they too had had an arranged marriage and anyone on the outside commented on how great their match was. Malfoy could remember the times when in his child hood they had fought. Vases had to be replaced everyday and in the end by the time Malfoy was fourteen, his parents lived in the same house yes, but they hardly ever interacted but at the same time, never interacted with each other; not even acknowledging each other's presence.

Malfoy knew that at public parties that they threw, they put up an act, and act for the whole world, that they were a 'perfect' couple. At those parties they stood dressed in Dior, Armani, Vogue or whatever else was in the rage at that time, attached to each other but once the guests left and the act was over, their true selves surfaced and the fights broke out.

He realized that his mind was drifting off and he was not thinking about the matter at hand. He knew that he should have expected it but after the letter it loomed in front of him like a dark cloud. It was in the Malfoy culture to not defy his parents and he did not have any mind to. It was just that he didn't want his married life to become one like his parents who lived in the same house yet hardly ever came into contact with each other.

He had never thought about or even fantasized about his wedding before. He knew many people did but seriously, what was the point? It was just for one day. He didn't want children. It was something he had known throughout his whole life but at the same time, all pureblood families are expected to produce an heir. It wasn't a choice, more like an obligation.

Everyone assumed that Malfoys were not capable of love and after hearing over and over again; Draco had psyched himself into believing it. "Oh well, I guess I just have to hope for the best. At least it's not Pansy," he told himself shuddering as a mental image of the clingy Slytherin came to mind. He had managed to avoid her so far but she had a horrible knack of tracking him down and acting so cutesy that it made him want to puke...

Slowly his thoughts faded away as sleep claimed him, though to be serious, his subconscious mind was more disturbing than his conscious.

Hermione on the other hand was having trouble getting sleep as thoughts of her heritage kept haunting her. Her parents...her family...She then remembered that she had yet to send the letter. Telling herself that she would do so in the morning she closed her eyes and waited for sleep to come and claim her. Unfortunately it didn't and as she heard the clock tick, subconsciously counting the seconds. She stared into space when suddenly a wave of nausea hit her and she screamed.

She had just had a strange dream. She had seen Voldemort "Avada Kerdavra" Harry. It had seemed so real. The dead people, some in hooded cloaks and others wearing white cloaks with the ministry of magic emblem on them. She tried her best to recollect exactly what had happened and strangely she found that she could remember everything.

Usually when she woke up from a dream, the details were sketchy and trying to hold onto them would seem like trying to hold water in a cupped hand, it slipped through the finger even faster that she could say, "He-who- must-not-be-named."

START OF DREAM

Harry and Voldemort were in the air facing each other. They were swirling around and Voldemort's chin length hair whipped against his high cold cheek bones as they started revolving around faster. Neither of them seemed perturbed by the fact that they were now over twenty meters off the ground and the drop could cause them much more than a fractured shoulder.

Both of them had their wands pointed at each other weren't moving an inch, just trying to outdo each other with their glares.

Harry's usually emerald green eyes were flashing and they had grown darker, somewhere between forest green and black. His scar white and that was when Hermione realized how much pain he was going through to not break the strange connection between himself and Voldemort.

She saw the backs of three people, two of them quite tall and the third only at their ear height. She only noticed their heights as they were ascending the air as thought they were standing on was rising but there was nothing under their feet which hung limply having nothing to stand. As they joined the circling duo they two were sucked into it and their long brown hair whipped across their faces making it impossible to figure out who they were.

The circle started moving faster and faster and everything started to blur. She saw that the three of them stood behind Harry whose almost always unkempt hair seemed even more unkempt. The day which was just sunny rapidly began to get gloomy as clouds blocked the sun from view. Wind grew stronger, whipping through Hermione's hair as she stood and watched the foursome swirl around.

Suddenly the air was filled with eerie chanting, and she felt as though she should be able to recognize one of the voices but she couldn't place her finger on it.

Harry's scar seemed to split as he arched backwards, not falling because of the magic that the trio had done. White light spilled out of it and the whole battle field was illuminated by it. Voldemort's face contracted in fear as though he had not expected anything of that kind to happen.

If possible the five some started revolving even faster and a strange sound joined the combined chanting of the three females. Harry finally regained consciousness and came to. Jumping to his feet, he picked up his wand and pointed it at Voldemort.

Harry's face was blank...he looked at Voldemort with emotionless eyes and suddenly Voldemort moved so quickly that Hermione gasped to herself. The chanting stopped for a few seconds as though the trio were shocked. At this, the golden light surrounding them dimmed a little.

Realizing what had happened the trio started chanting again but this time the words were cleared, they were saying something in Latin... a renowned language for spells.

" Suddenly there was a flash of green light...

END OF DREAM

That was all that Hermione had seen as she was jolted awake from whatever daze it was that she was in. She had assumed that Harry had died knowing that he would never go to the lengths of killing anyone, but unfortunately she didn't know about Trelawney's prophesy.

She told herself to breathe but at the same time Voldemort's evil face came into view and she screamed this time around louder than the first.

"What the eff..." Malfoy thought as he was woken up rudely from his sleep by a screaming female. "Gods she is going to pay...that bit...woman was going to pay," he muttered himself, cutting himself off when he nearly said what he had said. Just as it had been ingrained into him to be uncaring and aloof and a hater of mudbloods he was also trained how to be a gentle man and gentlemen never cussed.

He would not bring himself down to the levels that only muggles and mudbloods resided in by using those few words even when alone. Pushing himself off the bed, he went in the direction of Hermione's room, cautious that it was a ploy to catch him off guard as all Slytherins were paranoid.

She sunk to the floor and at a corner and brought her knees to her chest, sobbing in fetal position. She wanted anyone, someone to come tell her that it was okay and that it was just a dream. Hermione knew it was just a dream but she couldn't get the picture out of her head, it kept replaying it in her mind, torturing herself.

Suddenly Malfoy burst into the room only to see Hermione leaning against the wall and crying. Her face was white and he felt the fear she was feeling envelope him even though he didn't know what it was that she feared.

"What's your problem mudblood? Did the bed bugs bite," Malfoy injected spitefully full and well knowing that it wasn't a good time. It was in his nature to torture Hermione.

Hermione looked up only to see Malfoy and then deciding that she would just ignore him, buried her head in her hands and took staggered breaths trying to regain her calm.

She wondered why she was so tetchy over things, seeing that this was the god knows how manyeth time she had cried or felt so strongly about something. Finally her breathing returned to regular and she looked up to see that Malfoy had left most probably bored that she wasn't acknowledging his presence.

Soon there was a line of green in the horizon signifying that daybreak was approaching, Hermione shot out of bed not getting any sleep at all as she was only thinking about the dream and walked into the bathroom. Brushing her teeth and taking a quick bath she put her robes on over some clothes she had thrown onto herself. She noticed that her hair was still straight and anger surged through her when she remembered what Ginny had done.

She wondered what had made Ginny betray her trust and tell others even though Hermione had specified that she wanted it to be confidential. She scanned her room and finally her eyes fell on the calendar. It was her birthday. Elatedness washed over her for mere moments until she remembered that it might not really be her birthday, seeing that she was adopted.

She felt her mood swing violently and then she remembered that she had to send the letter to her parents. Getting up she walked to the owlery and seeing that she didn't have her own owl, she coaxed down a school owl and tied the letter to it's feet. It pecked her hand affectionately and took of and she watched as it faded into the distance. Finally it faded away and she walked out of the owlery and back to her common room, deciding to reread her transfiguration essay and make sure that she had all points required. Hermione laughed when she realized that even in crisis homework seemed to be her first priorities.

When she walked into the common room she saw Malfoy asleep on the couch. He was twisted in a strange way like anyone would have been, when trying to sleep on a couch. Hermione smiled at this and realized that that just goes to show that Draco-I'm-much-greater-than-the-world's-population Malfoy was human too. "Oh man he hinders me even when he's asleep," she muttered as she walked back to her room. He was asleep on her transfiguration textbook so she couldn't check her essay.

Ella Enchanted appeared on the blank frame in her room. "Could I stay here awhile love, I've been bored to death. You know that knight what's-his- name did serve for comic relief," she said. Hermione nodded and started to read through her potions essay checking a few books every once in a while.

"Are you doing potions, Oh yes...I remember Professor. Snape, Potion master isn't he? Well I might say...he's not very - what's the word? - nice," Ella commented when she remembered the encounter that she had with him at the beginning of the year.

"Yeah, he always sides with the Slytherins, especially Malfoy...that git," Hermione hissed trailing off. She turned to face Ella as they started talking as she felt it was rude to just ignore someone.

"That Malfoy boy, has he always been that rude?" Ella asked remembering the incident from the day before. Hermione nearly burst into laughter at that.

"Had Malfoy always been that rude...that's a good one. I bet he was born that way." Ella giggled at this then said, "So...you and Mister Malfoy eh?"

Hermione was taken aback. "No. Oh my god, that is the biggest misconception ever," she stuttered. "He is the most annoying, self-centered idiot to exist," she added. She wondered how Ella could have had such a huge misconception.

"Talking about me ladies?" Malfoy's cool voice said and both of them turned to see that Malfoy was leaning against the doorframe looking directly into Hermione's eyes. He laughed at her choice of words, he then realized that she too never used swear words. He had an amused expression on his face as he was partaking in his favorite hobby; irking Hermione.

Hermione was truly annoyed this time. She wondered why Malfoy always popped up whenever he was not wanted. She stared back into his eyes and soon they were partaking in a staring match seeing who would out stare the other. Hermione saw Malfoy was looking down at her since she was seated on the floor. She didn't want to feel inferior so she stood up but at same time didn't take her eyes off him.

They continued staring at each other, unblinkingly. Hermione and Draco's stubbornness mixed together. Suddenly having enough of it, Hermione broke the connection and told Malfoy to go away.

"So fair mudblood, you admit defeat," Malfoy said in a smug tone.

"Leave me alone Malfoy," Hermione said waving her hand so as to make her expression clearer and to tell him to go away and suddenly the door slammed shut on his face. Shocked she stared at the door and waved her hand again, it flew open revealing a very mad Malfoy.

A million thoughts were running along Hermione's mind many of them along the lines of how she managed to control the movements of the door without using magic or physically touching it.

Malfoy stared daggers at Hermione, angered that she had slammed the door in his face. His anger prevented him from thinking further and thus he never considered how she managed to do something that Voldemort himself had been trying to achieve...

"How did I..." Hermione said trailing off.

At that very moment, Danielle Grenaldi shot out of bed, her blonde hair askew. Her pretty face contorted with horror. "Ohhhh ...Mon chérie... Notre fille ... son puissance êtes sans bornes ... She's à une école ... timbre de la lion ... Britannique accentuer," she stuttered, shaking her husband awake.

(Ohhhh...my darling...our daughter...her powers are unbound...she's in school...lion's crest...British accent)

He awoke with a start and replied, "We'll s'en aller sitôt petit déjeuner c'est terminé. We'll scruter l'ensemble de Grande-Bretagne. Hushh... Maintenant se calmer," he said soothingly to his poor wife. He said the first part rather forcefully, after finally getting hope of finding his daughter.

AN:Hey guyz, finally an update right? Sorry I took so long. Stupid Biology end-of-instruction...I hope I aced it, my parents expect no less...it's so annoying that they have such high expectations of me. Ok ok I shall stop ranting on and on about myself. Oh yeah, sorry if my French sucks. I only started lessons this year and I had to use a online translator cuz I couldn't be bothered taking out my French-English dictionary and looking up the words then putting them into proper sentences. Well anyway, is there any experienced French speakers, who are also fluent in English because I think I really need help with my French translations. My computer crashed so I am still typing this at my mom's labtop and since the internet competition is so sucky that I can't be online for long so umm yeah sorry of I still haven't e-mailed you...Thank you to all my wonderful reviwers...thank you so much

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