A/N Heres the Next Chapter hope you like. It's going to be fun writing this. I knew everyone hated the ending of the last story but it was for good reason! Haha R&R

Disclaimer: HAHAHA Oo like I'm that great of a writer!

Hermione paced down the damp hallway. The silence between the two was thick and uneasy. Like someone wanted to say something, but they didn't dare speak. He seems so familiar' Hermione thought, like a long lost memory.'

She held the torch firmly in her hand. The heat seared her flesh, but kept her mind in tact and on task.

'Why can't I remember?'

Hermione wanted to touch him, hold him. Like it was the most understandable thing in the world. But Voldemorte would not be pleased with this. She was his. His lover, his friend, and his companion.

Not paying attention to the ground, the floor raised a level and Hermione tripped. Draco's seeker like reflexes saved her from a sharp fall, and he curled her into his arms.

"Thank you," Hermione said breathlessly.

"No problem," Draco answered.

He pulled her back up. Hermione watched him staring at her, "Why do you stare, Draco?"

Draco looking utterly surprised he was caught, feigned a look of superiority.

"You just remind me of someone. And I can't put my finger on it, but you seem so familiar, like we've met before."

"Yes," Hermione spoke. "You seem so familiar." Hermione shook her head and started walking. Draco followed, still watching her carefully.

They reached a heavy wooden door, which appeared locked. Hermione pulled a key out of her bodice and unlocked it, leading them to a large and lovely room, painted in the colors green and silver. Her bedspread matched the walls and the carpet matched the curtains.

"So," Draco said peering around, "This is your room.

Hermione walked through briskly, trying to keep him from seeing everything. She opened a door that led into another room, the bathroom.

"You will be staying in my guest bedroom. This is our bathroom. We will share it for the time you are here. Which may be a while, since the Death eaters are leaving tomorrow. So it will only be us." Hermione mentally slapped herself, why did she tell him? Because it seems like something I should do.

She opened another door, which lead to the guest bedroom. The room was done in black and Silver. A Gothic cathedral look, that was both artful, and depressing. Draco nodded, and turned to look at Hermione again. She was looking at her feet, trying not to look at him.

"Lord Voldemorte says that anything you want, you desire," she said raising her head to watch his eyes, "Is yours. Just ask me and I will give it to you."

Draco smirked. Hermione dreaded this. He was like every other man. So simple, he would ask for something that she could not give, something she would regret giving. He's going to be absolutely impossible isn't he?

"A good night kiss would suffice." Draco said in a cunning voice.

I should have seen that coming…

Hermione blushed. She was angry. 'How dare he? And he knows that I am Voldemorte's lover! He's just trying to get me in trouble. I don't need this! And of all the nights he could have picked! Voldemorte could just traps in and we both would be dead!

Hermione huffed, "That I cannot give. I love Voldemorte. He is my lover and friend. To kiss you would go against everything I believe and put my future in danger. He is not someone you want mad at you." She shuddered remembering the scars that lingered on her body. Disobeying your superior was not smart.

Hermione sneered, "Men. Always thinking I'm some bloody piece of meat! Well I will not whore myself out to every guy just because Voldemorte is a courteous guest. He will understand why I chose not to whore myself to some bum chum Death Eater."

Hermione's fists clenched in malice. Draco's eyes widened and he sneered, most unpleasantly. "I am not a bloody Ponce! And you have no right to even speak, you prostitute. But that's what you are, aren't you? Voldemorte's whore? So how does it feel like to have that ugly brute intrude on your body, does it feel good, you bloody harlot?!"

Hermione shrieked with indignation. She pulled out her wand, from wherever she was hiding it and had it pointed straight at Draco's chest.

"Say it again you great ponce, and I'll give you a reason to scream." Hermione lowered her wand straight at his pants.

"Don't give me a bloody reason to do it, because I will hex your balls off."

Draco looked totally pissed but he nodded quickly. Hermione put her wand away, and turned from him sharply, slamming the door behind her.

Draco stood there dumbfounded for a moment before Hermione stuck her head back in.

"Oh and one more thing, if you need anything, please hesitate to ask." And with that she was gone.

Draco clenched his teeth and screamed.

Draco climbed into his bead angry and utterly confused. How dare she reject me for that great ugly brute! Doesn't she understand that I'm a bloody Malfoy? I always get what I want! And call me GAY? Who does she think she is!

Draco huffed and pulled the sheets over her head, and tried to concentrate on his anger, but it just wouldn't do. He kept on remembering the girl from his dreams. Hermione looked exactly like her. And the thought didn't leave his mind as he drifted off to sleep, and fell into his dreams.

Draco was outside the school waiting for her. He knew she would be late, something had stopped the train and it had not started back on time.

But whom was he waiting for?

He tightened his coat around his body, as the first snows of Hogwarts began to fall around him. He stared at the full moon that seemed pale and sick. Sort of the way he was feeling. "Damn, I wish she was here, it's freezing." he took out with wand and pointed it at himself and muttered a warming spell.

"God I miss Hermione, I miss the hair, the bright smile, and the thousands of books that use to way her down."He laughed out loud and grinned. "What's so funny Malfoy?"He turned to see Potter walking down the stairs toward him. "None of your Business, Potter." His smile had since disappeared and now was replaced with a sneer.

Hermione? When have I ever…I'm having a civilized conversation with HARRY FUCKING POTTER? MERLIN, This must be a Dream!

Surprising Draco Harry stood next to him watching the snowfall. "Draco, I know you don't like me, and you know I don't like you, but you like my friend Hermione, and if you make her happy, then I give you my blessings." Draco turned to stare at Harry.

"Thanks, I guess." He turned around unsurely. "You know," Harry started, "when Mione said good for her after all." Harry patted Draco on the back, "she said she liked you, and I thought she was off her rocker, but after all this time, I've seen her happier, and more carefree. I guess you were good for her." Harry patted Draco on the back and turned to leave. Draco heard the snow crush underneath Harry's feet as he walked away.

A few minutes later a carriage pulled up in front of the castle

It was Hermione she jumped into his arms. He had never felt such love before. She looked into his eyes, but they weren't her eyes, they were familiar, dangerous…evil.

Before he has a chance, Hermione jumps out of his arms and Falls to the ground. She's saying something but it can't be heard. She points her wand at herself and as he gabs for her a light blinds him and there's nothing but darkness.

Draco woke up drenched in his sweat breathing heavily. This dream was the most vivid one he had ever had. He shook his head and placed his head back on his pillow, chasing the away the last remnants of his dream. In the other room Hermione too was trying to get to sleep, from a horrid nightmare.

Hermione awoke that morning remembering the dream from last night that had woke her up in a sweat. The boy was Draco. She had seen him many times, but without avail did she understand. Hermione shook her head and turned over to see a note on her pillow. She rubbed her eyes and read:

Dear Hermione,

We both knew I would be gone today, but in fact the

Death Eaters and I will be gone all week.

Please be a good host to the Malfoy boy.

Do anything he wants.

Until we meet again

T.M.R

She rose out of bed ready to cry. A week with Draco? This is terrible! How am I going to survive a week with that bloody bender?

She shook her head and squealed into her pillow. Frustrated and upset she flipped over the bed and walked to her closet. She picked out a simple outfit that didn't show everything. A green t-shirt and blue jean shorts. She pulled the shorts up over her hips and buttoned them. Pulling the green t-shirt over her head, someone knocked at the door.

Hermione pulled her hair back in a long ponytail. "Just a minute," she called.

Hermione dreaded opening the door. Maybe he's come to apologize. She opened the door, "Draco, I…"

Her words wee cut off by a little house elf standing at the door. "Sorry miss, it's not Mr. Malfoy, but Blinky, Miss. I am here to tell you that Mr. Malfoy is eating breakfast and he requests you come down to join him."

Hermione smirked, "Thank you Blinky. Tell Mr. Malfoy that I will be down when I am ready."

"When your ready? You should know that Malfoy's are an impatient lot." A smirking Draco said from the doorway.

What a wonderful way to start the day! She thought sarcastically. Draco put on a sincere face, "Hermione, I am sorry. What I said yesterday was horrid, and I was hoping that you would allow me to escort you to the dinning room."

Shocked was not the word to describe what she felt. Hermione was too suspicious to trust him, but she nodded all the same.

"Alright, and after breakfast, we'll do something. We can go check out the castle, or better yet the library. It's my favorite place to be," Hermione stated.

A tingling shock ran up her spine. Hermione jumped a little. "Ouch," She said. Draco rubbed the base of his neck.

"Ouch, me too." He frowned. "I guess it was just some magical field in the air."

Hermione shrugged. Draco put his arm out in a gentleman like gesture, but Hermione ignored his arm and walked downstairs to the Dinning room.

"Now I don't agree with you there. I think that our subconscious minds are way more developed than we give it credit for. I mean I believe that dreams are suppressed memories, fears, things we've done and seen but don't remember. Sure some of it isn't real but I believe some is." Hermione said closing the book in her hands.

Draco nodded slowly, "Sure, it could be true. I mean I have this dream of this girl. And in the dream I love her. And we would kiss, but then she bursts into flames. And she's gone."

Hermione's eyes widened. "I had a dream just like that last night!"

Draco scrunched up his eyes. "You did? So did I."

Hermione stared at Draco. He looked lovely in his black robes. It made him look paler, like a Veela. His hair fell freely into his face, he looked angelic, like a fallen angel.

'Like the Boy from my dreams' Hermione thought.

You don't remember me

But I remember you

I lie awake and try so hard

Not to think of you

Draco grinned. "I guess we share dreams then." He leaned back into his squishy armchair and looked outside. Draco started to whisper something while looking out the window. Hermione couldn't catch what he was saying.

"What are you saying?"

Draco's voice rose, " She walks in beauty, like the night. Of cloudless climes and starry skies. And all that's best of dark and bright…"

"Meets in her aspects, and her eyes; Thus mellow'd to that tender light," Hermione finished.

Draco smiled. "And to think I thought I was the only person who liked Byron." He stood up and put his book up.

Hermione grinned, "Voldemorte doesn't like it when I read. He says 'it's useless and you have no need to be reading such muggle garbage.' But I don't think its garbage but beautiful poetry. About someone he loves…"

Hermione sighed. She can finally have a good conversation with someone, and it had to be Draco! No it couldn't be someone else who didn't look like a Greek God when the light hit his face. It had to be that Adonis.

What am I thinking? My loyalties lie with Voldemorte and I adore him, for everything.

Draco felt Hermione's uneasiness and felt for her. He couldn't even begin to imagine the sick things that Voldemorte must do to her. It made him shiver just thinking about it.

"So, Hermione how old are you?" Draco said casually.

Hermione quirked her head and squinted. "Um, I'm 18. Yes, I'll be 19 in March."

"18? I'm 18 also. I just finished my last year in Hogwarts."

Hermione frowned, "Hogwarts?

Draco rolled his eyes, "Duh, Hogwarts. You know the Wizarding School."

"Oh," she said lightly, "never been there."

Draco quirked an eyebrow, "Really? What school did you go to? Durmstrang, maybe."

"No," Hermione interrupted, "I can't remember. I can't remember anything that I did for the first 16 years of my life. I was found wandering around, amnesia they said. Voldemorte took me off the streets and gave me a home."

Draco nodded. "Well Hogwarts is an awful place, I think. Too many mudbloods in my opinion, and no respect for the Malfoy name."

Another shock rolled up Hermione's spine, but this one hurt. It hurt the base of her skull and a flash went through her mind. It was a picture, of something. It was blurry, but familiar.

She glanced at Draco, with a slightly pained expression on his face.

Hermione whispered, "You felt it to."

Draco look almost afraid to answer, "Yes, I did."

"I have never met you before in my life, yet we share some kind of bond." Hermione stated.

Draco stared into Hermione's eyes. They were beautiful, like…chocolate. He couldn't understand it but Hermione was working on the same Idea as she was.

"Maybe in a past life," Draco said unsure.

Hermione nodded, "Maybe, but I feel very strange like nothing was real before this." She looked to the bookcases for answers. Surely they held the answer, beneath there leathery bindings.

"A spell!" Draco exclaimed. He squatted next to Hermione. He was so close she could smell the lilac shampoo she liked so much from his hair. She closed her eyes and took in the smell, reveling in its heavenly aroma.

"Maybe that's why we are bonded. Or even better yet, maybe you're under a spell! Yeah! There are some powerful ones out there that can deplete a person's memory completely."

Hermione slapped her leg, "Draco your brilliant!" She hugged him and stood up before he could say anything. She went to the books to look for the spell that could bring back her past.

A/n well here is the next chapter. It's longer than the first! Much better if I say so, myself! Um r&r please. Also constructive criticism is appreciated. I do enjoy getting ideas from readers with things they would like to see. Bye!