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THIRD PERSON POV

"Do you really think this is going to work?" Professor Snape asked Professor McGonagall.

"To be quite frank, Severus, I have no idea." She replied, sitting heavily in a chair behind her desk. She hung her head in her hands and sighed. "It has to work. It can't be all that difficult. They're only 16 years old."

"Very important and stubborn 16 year olds, might I add." Severus interjected, pointing out the faults as usual. At this, she glanced up at him with piercing eyes.

"You think I do not understand that? Don't you remember? 'One soul of coal and one of silver, shall come together-"

" 'forever. A great war will erupt, and before it gets better, the angels will take three lives forever. Through many trials they will emerge, and once more pure and mud will merge.' Yes, I remember the prophecy. So, as of now we have three hours to come up with an appropriate punishment for cheating on an exam. I'm open to suggestions." Snape finished with a flourish.

"Hmmmmm...I do believe I have just the thing." McGonagall said wryly, her eyes twinkling from where she sat.

"Let's just hope this works." He said, sitting down with a thump.

"Alright, here's what we do-"

HERMIONE'S POV

'Mmmmmmmm I wonder what we are doing in potions today– Oh god, we have a quiz! How could I have forgotten?' I think as I sit up in bed as fast as I can, 'What time is it?' I look at my magical clock and its glaring 6:00. 'It's only six o'clock! I panicked for a second there, I don't have to get out of bed until 7:30.' A long sigh escapes my lips as I close the hangings on my bed a little tighter.

'And that was such a nice dream, too–' I murmur to myself. My head hits the down pillow and my eyes coast closed. My breathing slows to a slow rythem and I can't tell where the covers start and I end.

Dream Scene

I open my eyes and I'm sitting in the middle of a meadow of flowers. The grass is greener than a muggle stoplight and dots of color decorate the country-side like little ornaments on a Christmas tree. I look up and fluffy clouds meander through a deep blue sky.

I sigh contentedly and lean back onto a pillow of grasses. In my haze of comfort I almost miss the slight touch movement against my bare foot that was gone as soon as it came. Sitting up quickly, I spot a rat, devoid of fur, scurrying away in what looked almost like fright. I get onto my hands and knees and quickly try to follow it. My satin dress snags on a plant and I lose sight of it.

The most peculiar feeling settles into my stomach and I look around as I try to untangle my dress, suddenly having the feeling of eyes on me. The feeling of paranoia increases and in my haste to undo my dress, I realize I have cut my finger and torn my beautiful gown.

I start to walk, at first an un-hurried and casual walk to the observer. But the sky darkened and the marshmallow-like clouds deepened to an ominous gray, causing me to institaniously move my feet faster.

I walk faster, and faster still. But then an abstract thought passed through my head, 'I wonder where Draco is...' but I did not have time to finish the thought. A frightening groan reached my ears. A moan that was one made of pain. The sound waves crashed into my ears and I began to panic.

"Hermione...Help me...Wormtail..." Came a familiar voice, seemingly from all around me. Draco's voice echos in my head, over and over. It was called in such urgency, and panic, that I became frantic. I spun around in circles, searching for the source of Draco's voice.

Then another voice, a kinder voice came out of nowhere and mingled with Draco's already distressed tones, "Hermione, stay away from him! Don't listen...don't listen--"

"Draco!" I yell on default, as I bolted up in my bed. My hair was all over the place and my sheets were strewn on the floor. 'What a mess...'

"Hermione? Are you okay in there?" Called Lavender's voice from the other side of the room.

"Fine, just fine. A bad dream, just a bad dream..." I trailed off lamely, trying to find a reason for the name that had left my throat just moments before.

Sliding out of bed and yanking open the hangings around the four-poster, I dig in my trunk for a clean pair of robes.

'I really need to clean out this trunk, there's so much junk!' I grumble to myself, finally succeeding in my quest for clothes.

"Honestly Hermione, I think it's time for a make-over." Chirped Pavariti from where she stood, magically curling her hair with her wand.

"Umm, no. That's alright. I have to go get ready." I reply, not wanting to get into this argument again.

It happens every year. Either, 'Hermione, lets do a girls night' or, 'Hermione, you want to learn some really cool make-up spells?'. Every time they suggested something remotely close to the subject of beauty, I adamantly refused their offers. And every year I got the same response; 'Oh, come on! You really need to live a little.

'3..2..1..--'

"Oh, come on! You really need to live a little!" The girls whine, but go back to applying their eyeshadow after seeing that the argument was futile.

'Maybe they won't be as bad this year...I really need to get in the shower if I want to get to class early to find a seat.' Walking into the brightly lit and steamy hot bathroom, I search for an empty shower stall. I walk around the corner where the showers are, only to find them all occupied.

As I sit down on a cushy stool to wait for an opening, I examine myself in a nearby mirror. My hair has changed a lot since last year. It isn't puffy or frizzy, just curly. Even though it wasn't what it used to be, it could still use some improvement. As for my face, I look rather plain. My pale and average stares back at me in the mirror.

'Maybe I should take up Lav and Pavariti's offer for a make-over' I muse, imagining what I might look like with a few simple spells applied to my face. Maybe my hair could be a little bit straighter, and my cheeks a little pinker.

The thought of make-up is quickly forgotten as Ginny pops out of one of the showers, steam rising off of her moist skin.

"There you go Hermione; one free shower!" She says, looking unusually happy.

"What's up with you, Gin? You seem, well, almost giddy today." I comment. I think I must have had a strange look on my face at that moment because she suddenly started giggling uncontrollably.

"Ha ha–You can't–Ha–Tell anybody!" She said between spurts of laughter.

"Ummmm ok" I say, wondering what could have her acting like this.

"Seamus and I, we're, well, together"

"You are?" I question her, wondering if she was telling the truth or if it was a hoax.

"Yes!" She practically yells, "Isn't that great!?" She says ecstatically.

"That's great Ginny!" I respond, happy but surprised at the same time.

"Well, I'm meeting him down in the Great Hall for breakfast, so I'll see you later!" she says as she walks back to her dorm room to get dressed.

I head towards the shower and undress once I'm behind the curtain. I turn the water on and let it warm up before I step below the continuous stream of water. Once I did, I let the steaming water roll over my body for a few minutes before shampooing and conditioning my hair.

After about 20 minutes, I reluctantly shut off the water and dry off. I slip on my uniform, ready to face the rest of the day.

Draco's POV

"Crabbe, Goyle, we're going to be late if you don't get out of the shower!" I shout angrily at them.

'We have a quiz in potions today, and I don't want to be late.' I complain to myself, as I fixed my hair in the vanity mirror that hung in the bathroom.

Breakfast passes rather uneventfully and I walk out of the Great Hall, not wanting to be late for double potions.

'Ugh, another double potions with the Gryffindor crew. Perfect.' I rant inside my head, hiding all evidence of annoyance that I feel with a mask of indifference.

After a few minutes of winding dungeon corridors, I make my way to the potions chamber. As I walk in I stop cold, there seems to be names on every desk, like a seating chart. Professor Snape hasn't arrived yet, so I sit down where my name is, not looking at the name next to me.

'This is odd. I wonder why he has but us in assigned seats' I wonder to myself. Behind me, I hear the door open and soft footsteps come to a halt, presumably after seeing the names on the desks. After a moment, they resume their pace and come closer to where I'm sitting.

"Perfect." I hear a voice whisper. The voice is familiar, and I respond,

"Hello, Mudblood. Are you telling me I have to sit next to you?" I drawl, happy to see the look of contempt written on her face.

"Alright, students" Snape snaps as he enters the room swiftly, "As you know we have a quiz today. Your eyes stay on your own paper, and if I catch wandering eyes, count on punishment. Now, Follow the directions on the board" He drawls as he waves at the board, where instructions magically appear, "You have one hour. Start now."

'I can't believe I have to sit next to her!' I groan inwardly. ' I just hope I can get through this test without wringing her neck.'

Alright, I tried to keep the profanity levels down in this chapter, read and review! I live for reviews!!!!! love you!!!! (I PROMISE that the meeting w/ dumbledore will be in the next chapter!)