AN: I am so sorry! My comp was being a complete ass and not letting me upload anything! This is like two weeks late. Well, at least it's here! Okay, Draco makes an appearance in this chapter. It's much sooner than I wanted it to be, but oh well! This chapter is very short. More is coming next week! I promise!

Disclaimer: I don't own it. If I did, I wouldn't be writing fanfiction. I would be buying expensive things with my large amounts of money!

Chapter Two- Imaginary

Silver stars twinkled merrily in the velvet night sky. A gentle, caressing zephyr blew through from the West. Moonlight shone over the realm of darkness, offering guidance. Everything was peaceful; the world was contented, until a scream shattered the blissful silence.

A little girl with brown curls cascading down her back screamed again. Fear froze her body; she couldn't even run. A shadow fell over her face and silver eyes glinted menacingly at her. Hermione opened her mouth to scream but no sound came out.

"What's wrong, little girl?" said a smooth voice. "Are you afraid of little old me? Well, let me tell you something, you're right to be scared. Wanna know what I'm going to do to you? I'm gonna-"

Hermione woke with a start. She was breathing heavily and shaking. Her mind strained to remember what had made her so scared, but came up blank. She should have known. She had been having these strange nightmares since she was seven years old, always waking with no memory of the dream. Hermione had long given up trying to figure out where they came from or what they were.

She suddenly felt an urge to talk to someone about this. Joey would understand. Joey would help her. Hermione hurriedly threw on her clothes and made her way outside without even thinking of breakfast.

The day was bright and sunny, about seventy degrees out. Hermione quickly took off her robe (she had other clothes on underneath, don't worry!) to enjoy the beautiful weather. Where was Joey? Looking around, Hermione didn't see him. Glancing around a second time, she noticed him lounging by a large willow tree. No, it wasn't the Womping Willow; this tree was perfectly normal.

"What's up, Mya?" asked Joey immediately. Hermione smiled despite the circumstances. Joey always knew when something was wrong. She proceeded to tell him all about her dreams, trying to ignore the worried look that grew on his face with every word she said. When she was done, he sat in silence, thinking for a moment.

"Mya?" he finally said. "I don't want you to ever think about those dreams again. They shouldn't bother you. I mean, they're just dreams, right?" A looked crossed Hermione's face.

"That's just it, Joey," she replied worriedly. "I think that they might not be just dreams-" Joey interrupted her.

"I told you not to ever think about them again." His voice was firm. Hermione sighed in defeat, but was somehow relieved.

"Alright, Joey," she said. "I won't ever think about them again." They continued to talk for the rest of the day, laughing merrily as the subject of this morning was slowly forgotten.

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Draco Malfoy walked out onto the spacious grounds of Hogwarts. He swaggered towards an elegant willow tree, seeing someone there and hoping for another first year to traumatize. However, what he found shocked him.

Hermione Granger sat on the grass, talking. To no one. Draco could have said a million insulting things at that moment. 'Has all the schoolwork finally gotten to you, Mudblood?' 'Look at the little Mudblood talking to her dear imaginary friend!' 'I've heard that all that dust from the library has dangerous mental effects, but I've never seen them up close before, Mudblood!' But he didn't say a word. He stood there in silence, staring at one of his worst enemies talking to the air.

The silence was only broken by Hermione's sudden peals of laughter at random points. She never noticed him.