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A/N like it said at the end of my last chapter, this one has some more Draco/ Hermione action in it. You'll have to read to find out!

( By the way I'm not good with chapter titles so they suck. And umm spelling too…..)

Chapter 2

The Dream

Hermione woke up panting in a cold sweat. She glanced at the clock. It read 2:04 AM. She had only been in bed for about 4 hours. She realized she was dripping with sweat and having trouble breathing. She bounded down the stairs to get a glass of water.

She sat there as the dream she had just had came flooding back to her, and she shook with silent sobs, clutching a pillow close to her chest. Suddenly she was frightened by a small noise she heard from the top of the staircase.

Standing at the top of the stairs was Draco Malfoy wearing nothing but a silky pair of boxer shorts with Dragons on them and a sleep look. He suddenly became alert as he saw someone moving around downstairs. He held out his wand in front of him, which he conveniently grabbed off his bedside table when he heard the noise downstairs.

"Whose down there?" he yelled. His voice was hoarse and dry. She could tell if it was because he was tired or scared.

"Its just me" said Hermione in a small quivering voice. Draco dropped his wand and relaxed. Then bounded down the stairs. He turned on a small lamp on a table beside one of the couches and sat down.

"Don't scare me like that! I thought you were a burglar or a death eater or something!" snarled Draco

Hermione backed down, but still stayed confident. " Well it's only me. I promise. You can go back to sleep now dragon butt" Hermione said in a still quivering yet slightly cockier voice. Draco became awkwardly aware of the fact the he was wearing nothing but silky dragon boxers.

"hey…" started Draco " what's wrong with you?" Draco asked, now more slowly and calmly.

"Just a bad dream" said Hermione, slowly calming down.

" Musta been one hell of a dream to put you in a state like this." Draco stated.

"Yeah well what do you care" said Hermione. She pulled the pillow off of her chest and sat it down on the couch beside her.

"Hey I care. I guess you just can't accept the fact that maybe I've matured a bit in these last couple of years. Believe it or not, there's a heart beating beneath this chest. I'm just a soulless clone as someone may think" Draco said these last few statements more to himself to Hermione.

Going on instinct, Draco slowly reached down and took Hermione's hand in his. He noticed it was soft, but icy cold. He then raised her hand enclosed in his to his chest and pressed it against his body so she could feel his heartbeat.

Hermione suddenly relaxed, but tensed up almost immediately. This was Draco Malfoy for crying out loud! And yet she had never felt so…comfortable with someone before. No, comfortable was not the word. Sitting there with her hand against his chest, his strong heartbeat pulsing against her flesh, she felt safe.

"Do you want to talk about the dream?" asked Draco in a soothing voice. Hermione noticed it was deep and more manly. She never noticed how creamy and sensual it sounded until now. It made her want to confess everything. Every dream, hope, ambition, fear, love, hate, compassion, and emotion felt like it would pour out of her in that moment if she didn't restrain herself desperately to keep her mouth shut. She settled on telling him only the dream she had just had.

" I was walking through the hallways of school and I saw Harry at the end of the hallway and he was grinning and waving like mad, so I ran to him. I was running and running but I didn't get any closer and got worried. He started screaming and pointing and I turned behind me and V-voldemort was standing behind me, and I tried to run away but the floor in front of me cracked, leaving me on one side and Harry on the other. I r-reached out for him but he fell into the hole, and then I got sucked in as well. I landed at the bottom and death eaters surrounded me and each of them was holding someone. One was holding my mother, one was holding my father, my sister, my grandmother, Harry, Ron, Ginny…they were all dead." her voice trailed off here. Finally after a moment and a deep breath she continued" And then finally was holding me. I was dead and laying there and the V-voldemort came behind me and cursed me with the Avada Kadavra. Then I woke up.

Hermione was shaking with sobs again. Draco sat there in utter shock. He didn't know there was something more deeply in this girl that her love of books and being right.

"Bloody hell…" whispered Draco. His hand was no longer pressed against his chest, but his and Hermione's hands were still linked. He pulled Hermione into a hug. He then scooped her up and carried her up the stairs.

"Where are we going?" Hermione asked, her voice a little shaky.

"Back to bed" whispered Draco. Hermione did not struggle. She was very weak, to weak in fact to even want to argue. She allowed Draco to carry her up into her room, which was decked out in warm burgundy and lively amber, and place her in her bed under the sheets.

"Ill be right back," Draco said as he left the room. He returned with a small bottle.

"What's that?" asked Hermione, sounding alarmed.

"Relax, I'm not trying to poison you" said Draco with a slight chuckle. "It's a sleeping draught. It will allow you to sleep dreamlessly."

Hermione sipped the potion. She decided the right way to describe the taste was to call it cat pee. But she drank it all with only a small wince and a grimace as she swallowed.

Draco got up and patted her on the shoulder. As he rounded the corner out of Hermione's room, he heard a voice from behind.

"Draco, don't leave" he heard Hermione's small voice say. She had called him Draco, not Malfoy.

He walked back to the room to find Hermione starting at him, now that he moved back into her doorway and line of view. She wasn't the noble gryffindor genius she used to be. She was scared. Draco produced a chair with a wave of his wand and took a blanket from the trunk at the end of Hermione's bed. He sat down and grabbed Hermione's hand, and he didn't let go all night.

A/N: AWWWW! Lol this is one of my favorite chapters….(I've already written like 7). If you don't like the Draco/Hermione thing then why the hell you reading this story?

Please, Please, Please RR! I would really appreciate it! You can suggest things but it probably won't do any good because I already have the first 7 chapters written but criticize or whatever it's all good!