Disclaimer: Okay, I've gotten so many reviews in the past... 3 days (?)... and I'm overcome with the positive response!!! I'm so happy cries ters o' joy So I dedicate this to you, my great readers!!! AlSo, the first part of this story will be told via Potter's p.o.v. for reasons you have to read to figure out… again: Don't own, don't sue… so forth, and on with the fic! Chapter… 9!

Chapter 9: The Beginning of Something Dangerous

"So the plan is working well?" a shadowed face hissed through the darkness.

"Perfectly like we planned it," another voice answered.

"Good, great, FANTASTIC," the first voice laughed, his voice increasing as he went.

Harry was startled to see that he, himself, was the one laughing. He was the one talking to the person in front of him. He was Voldemort.

And even more surprising were the words he spoke next as his laughter subsided.

"Soon, now, that mudblood, Granger, will be yours, Malfoy... and Potter will be so devastated, we can send in the forces and wipe him out for good!"

Again, at this, he laughed. Malfoy, Lucius Harry presumed, began to laugh. Then the figure leaned forward, and Harry bolted upright in his bed awake.

And the face of Draco Malfoy was staring back at him with a smile.

Hermione woke to the sound of a tapping at her window. She brushed it off, but when it continued, she got out of bed to see what it was. Hedwig was flying just outside the window pecking to get in.

"Hed, what's going on?" she asked, rubbing her eyes sleepily.

Hedwig dropped a letter in her lap and sat on the bed, waiting for her to read it.

"What the- what is this?" she asked, unrolling the parchment.

Hermione, meet me in the common room downstairs immediately. This is urgent, don't bother getting dressed, come in your night clothes. Just hurry

-Harry

Hermione threw on her robe, wondering what could be wrong. She ran downstairs, and there Harry stood, staring into the fire.

"Harry-" she started, and he turned to her quickly.

"Hermione, oh Merlin's beard," he rushed to her, holding her to him securely.

"Harry, wha-what is it?" she asked, pulling away from him, her eyes down.

"I- I had another one of those dreams. You know, the ones where I'm inside Voldemort?" he said, putting his hand under her chin.

"Yes?" Hermione said, lifting her head up, but keeping her eyes off of his face. She felt the urge to start crying again, and realized that this wouldn't be a good time to start.

"Voldemort and Draco, they're planning something, something to do with you and me," he said, trying to meet her eyes.

"Wha-what? What do we do?" she asked, alarm filling her.

"I, well, I don't know anything except to tell Dumbledore soon, like, now."

"Right, we should," Hermione nodded. She pulled away from him, and walked to the portrait hole.

Harry stood there, unable to move. Hermione could tell that all he wanted to do was hold her and comfort her, but at the moment, she didn't think she could handle it without crying. She couldn't think about how she loved him, without seeing Draco standing over them with that damned licentious smile.

In the end, neither said a word to each other, but silently, hand-in-hand, they walked out of the portrait hole to go find Dumbledore.

What will Dumbledore do to help? Can he do anything at all? I dunno, I'm drained. I realize this is a page in length but gimme a break. It's late and I can't think... I'll try to update soon though! Marching season's almost over… go us! I'z so happay… I'll be able to waste my time more on the story aNd boys… life is looking up right now… Happay sigh TtFn!