DISCLAIMER- Ya, Im JK Rowling. Im also the queen of England. Of course. Anyone else want to join me in fantasy land?
Hermione looked around her room, wondering what in the hell woke her up. She looked at her clock, 2:37AM. She couldn't see anything out of the ordinary, and decided to check the common room.
The feeling of fear still hadn't left her as she walked towards her door. She opened it, and looked out to the common room. The fire was still glowing, but on it's way out. Nothing moved. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Hermione decided that it must have been a dream, and was walking back up the stairs to her room when she heard it again.
Moaning, the kind when you are in pain. Coming from Malfoy's room, by the sounds of it.
'Should I go see what's wrong? But, really, its Malfoy, what do I care?" Hermione thought, but then she heard it again, more pain like. She ran up the stairs towards Malfoy's room, and knocked on the door.
No answer. She knocked again, louder. Still nothing. She opened the door ever so slowly and looked in. Malfoy was laying on his bed, tossing and turning, as if having a nightmare.
Hermione walked over to his bed, and gently touched him.
"Malfoy? Wake up, you're having a bad dream." She whispered. No response.
"MALFOY" She yelled. He woke with a start, and a fierce hand gripped her wrist. He looked at her, as if she were the devil herself, come to collect him as he slept.
"Malfoy, you were having a bad dream, and you woke me up, so I...um...came to see if you were okay." Hermione stuttered
'What do you care, mudblood? So what if perfect little Draco had a bad dream? Serves him right, doesn't it?" Draco sneered.
Hermione just looked at him, pain in her eyes. She just wanted to see if he was okay, and this was the thanks she got?
"Doesn't it?" he said, more to himself. He let go of her hand, and curled up under his green velvet sheets.
"Get out. Don't come back. I don't need you." He almost whispered.
"I'm sorry. Ill leave now.um.... good night." Hermione said, turning to leave. She was just at the door when she heard him again.
"Are we lost in a world where nothing matters? Are we lost in a world where no one cares? Is anyone alive?" Draco sang under his breath.
"I'm sorry, what was that?" Hermione asked, turning back to him.
"Nothing. Get out. Now."
"Sorry....good night" Hermione said, leaving the room.
'That was odd' Hermione thought. ' He seemed...well, broken. It almost makes me feel sorry for him. But, then again, its ferret face. But what was it that he sang?'
Hermione went back to her own room, and crawled back into bed. She stayed awake, thinking about how odd Draco's behavior was, but eventually fell asleep, with a song in her head and a tear in her eye.
'What the hell was with her?' Draco though, after Hermione had left. Why did he say those things? What had made him sing? He would have loved to have been able to tell someone, anyone about his dream, but he didn't trust himself. He knew that once the dream came out, so would everything else. He would break down, and Malfoys did NOT break down, especially not in front of a mudblood.
Morning came a little bit too early for Hermione's liking. She hadn't slept enough, and she had the distinct feeling that she had that dream again.
She got out of bed, and crawled to her bathroom for a shower. She brushed her teeth, and her hair, put some makeup on, and got her school uniform and robes on.
She had just enough time to grab a quick breakfast before her first class-Potions. She ran out of the heads dorm, and towards the Great Hall. She then remembered the things that Malfoy had said the night before. How could she have forgotten that?
She contemplated that whole thing on her way to food. She walked into the Great Hall, and sat down across from Harry and Ron, and beside Ginny.
"Morning 'Mione' Ron said, between forkfuls of eggs.
"Good morning Ron, Harry, Ginny." Hermione said, buttering some toast.
"Must we really go to Potions? Snape and Ferret face first thing in the morning is bad for your health." Harry groaned.
"Of course we have to go, although I do agree with you, its too early in the morning for the both of them" Hermione said, taking a bite of toast.
"That stupid git, I'm sure that he has something up his sleeve for us." Ron said. "We just have to get him first"
"Ron, we are not here to hurt anyone!!" Hermione exclaimed. "And I guess that we'll just have to see what they have planned, since its time for class."
They walked out of the Great Hall to the dungeons, talking the entire time. They walked into the Potions room just before the bell, and took their spots, Ron and Harry at one table, and Hermione and Neville at another.
Snape walked into the classroom, robes billowing behind him.
"I'm sure that all of you know that this is the NEWTS year. If you are not up to snuff, then I have absolutely no problems failing you. You have been warned. This year, we will be doing quite a bit of work, so lets not waste anymore prescious time. Today we will be working on the Polyjuice potion. Get into pairs. The directions are on the board."
The students got to work, gathering all the required ingredients, and taking the note down. Hermione was helping Neville, after hers was steaming nicely, and looked around the classroom. She caught Malfoy looking at her in the most peculiar way. He didn't have a touch of Malice on his face at all. He looked...inquizative, if nothing else.
'Odd.' She thought. 'I wonder what his dream was about. And why he's looking at me like that' As soon as she finished that thought, he looked back down to his cauldron, and got back to work.
The day went quick after that, and soon they were all back in the Great Hall for dinner.
"I can't believe that we have so much homework on the first day!" Ron complained, grabbing some chicken legs.
"Well, it is our NEWT year, and we have to get good grades." Hermione said.
"Ya, I know, but it's the first day." Ron said.
"Anyways, I'm off to the library, to get started on this essay for Flitwick. Ill see you guys later." Hermione said, getting up from the table. "You guys have best be doing the same too."
Hermione walked off, after saying good bye to her friends, and walked to her common room, to get her books. As she walked past Crysania, she could hear someone singing in the room.
'Have you ever buried your face in your hands, cause no one around you understands, or has the slightest idea what is it that makes you be."
'He has a good voice' Hermione thought, walking into the common room. She found Draco sitting on her couch with a guitar, staring at the fire. She was surprised that he didn't say anything mean to her, but thought to the words that he had just sung,
"I wonder what goes on in that blonde head of his. Maybe there's something wrong.' She thought, walking over to her couch. She was startled to see that he had tears in his eyes.
"Draco...?" she asked, tentitivly. 'Is there anything wrong? Want to talk about it?"
"No, you stupid mudblood. Get lost, you aren't needed here. Why isn't the little Miss Perfect know it all in the library?" He sneered, but not looking at her.
"Well, I was on my way, but I had to stop here to get my books. Then I heard you sing, and thought that there might be something wrong. Sorry for giving a shit. And you sir, don't fucking pretend that you know anything about me. You don't. And, with the way things are, you never will" Hermione snapped, turning around and storming up to her room.
Draco didn't move, but was surprised to hear her use such language. 'I thought she was perfect, but maybe she's just like everyone else. No, she can't be. She's Hermione, she's one of a kind' Draco thought, playing some chords on his guitar.
"Hermione. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that." Draco said as he was almost out the door.
Hermione stopped, mainly because of the use of her name, and the apology that followed. 'Draco, apologise? Fat chance, Something's up' Hermione thought.
"Excuse me?" Hermione said. "Did you just say you were sorry?"
"Yes, I did, and don't get used to it. Ever, mudblood."
'Fine. I wont" Hermione snapped, walking out to the door to the library. "Asshole"
[end transmission]
Hermione- Mistress, do you know where you want to go with this?
MistressmaliceMalfoy- um...ya, I have a lot of ideas kicking around.
Draco-Meaning you have no idea.
MistressMaliceMalfoy- I do know where this is going, mostly, but I can tell ya that this is not going to be short.
Draco-So i have to deal with you for a while yet? great. Shoot me in the foot, please.
MistressMaliceMalfoy- Oh, you little brat!!! Ill make you regret that one!!!
Hermione- alright you two, break it up.
