Chapter 11

The Dream

Disclaimer: Although I wish that I owned Harry or Ron or Draco, I do not own a thing.

When Hermione got back to her common room, she quickly ran to the girls dormitory and fell back on her bed.

"What have I done?" She whispered to herself as she rubbed her forehead with her palm.

"Ginny," Hermione called out to the empty room.

Ginny heard her name and raced up the stairs.

"Did you just call my name?" Ginny asked, plopping down on Hermione's bed.

Hermione nodded her head. "I need your advise."

"Let me guess, is it about Malfoy?"

"Yeah, it is." Hermione sighed. "He asked me to be his girlfriend."

Ginny gasped. "What did you say?"

"I said yes."

"You said yes? What about Ron and Harry? What, do you actually think that you can keep this from them forever?"

Hermione shook her head. "Of course not. I don't know what I'm going to do, Ginny. He asked me if I wanted to go with him to the ball, too."

"And you said yes?"

Hermione nodded her head.

"Did you even think about what will happen if anyone see's you together? I mean isn't it going to be a little obvious that it's you two?"

"It's a masked ball, Ginny. Everyone will be wearing masks."

"I forgot about that."

"Yeah, me too. So, you haven't told me who you are going with?"

Ginny began to blush.

"I-I'm not going with anyone."

"Yes you are, Ginny Weasley. Now come on, tell me who it is?"

"I'm going with Harry." Ginny said shyly.

"That's very sweet, Ginny. I could definitly see you and Harry together."

Ginny smiled.

"So have you decided what you're going to wear?" Ginny asked, pulling out some of her fashion magazines.

"I haven't really thought about it. I figured that I would go alone until Draco asked me."

Ginny looked up from her magazine and tipped her head slightly to the side.

"Orange is not your color."

Hermione laughed. "An orange dress? Ginny, that's ugly."

Ginny playfully hit Hermione's arm. "I actually like that dress."

Hermione began to made gagging noises.

"Now that's a beautiful dress." Ginny said, pointing to a dress in the magazine.

Hermione took the magazine from Ginny and tried to imagine herself in the dress.

"That's my dress, Ginny. I have to have this dress."

Ginny took the magazine back from Hermione and ripped out the page.

"What are you doing?" Hermione asked as Ginny grabbed a pen and piece of parchment.

"I'm writing to my mum. She can make you this dress."

"That's really sweet and all, Ginny, but do you really think that it would look that good on me?"

Ginny stopped what she was doing and looked at Hermione with a serious look on her face.

"You've got to be kidding me if you don't think that this dress is perfect for you? Hermione, you would look ten times more gorgeous wearing this dress than any other girl here at Hogwarts. You know, I'm sure Malfoy would like it, too."

Hermione smiled. "Thanks, Ginny. Be sure to tell Molly I said hello."

Ginny nodded her head. "Got it."

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The weather stirred outside as Hermione lay in bed later that night, the reaccuring nightmare haunting her dreams.

This dream was like no other dream that she had ever had. It started out wonderful, but quickly turned into a nightmare that Hermione feared would happen not only in her dreams, but in real life.

Since the first time Draco shared his deepest feelings with Hermione, it has been a challenge for her not to go to bed thinking of Draco and the consenquences that they will face from their newely formed friendship.

Hermione feared the worst if her friends ever learned of the secrets that she had been hiding, and the image of their angry faces prevented her from sleeping.

It was nearly an hour after Hermione laid down in bed that she was finally able to close her eyes. She was expecting the dream to come, and this time, she knew that she had to get to the end of it before she woke up.

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The Dream:

"Mya, you look amazing. My mum really did a good job making that dress." Ginny said as she watched Hermione inspect herself through the full length mirror.

"I-It's nice." Hermione said, trying to act as though she really liked the dress.

Instead of making the dress that Hermione wanted, Molly insisted on making a special gown for Hermione.

The dress was a Mandarin beaded gown (A/N: It's the orange dress that Hermione said was ugly. It's also very poofy.) complete with gloves that went up to her elbows and a sequened mask for her to wear. (The mask just covers your eyes)

"I'm ready." Hermione called out at the top of the stairway.

With a deep breath, she slowly walked down the stairs and smiled sweetly at Harry and Ron.

"Mione, you look amazing." Harry said with a smile plastered across his face.

Ron simply nodded his head in agreement. The sight of Hermione made him speechless.

Hermione began to blush.

"Are you ready?" Harry asked, holding out his arm.

Hermione nodded her head and took both Harry and Ron's arm.

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The Great Hall shook with gleem as music blared through the speakers and couples swept the floor, each showing off their own dance moves.

"Everything looks amazing." Hermione said as she looked around at the decorations and the magical night sky above them.

"Mione, Harry and I are going to find us a table." Ron yelled over the music.

Hermione nodded her head and made sure that they were out of sight before she attempted to look for Draco.

Pushing her way through the crowded room, she found her way to the back of the room and searched all around for Draco.

As Hermione moved towards the serving tables, her eye caught a boy with the same build as Draco, sipping on some punch.

Cautiously moving towards the boy, she softly tapped on his shoulder.

"Hi, I'm Hermione Granger." Hermione said sweetly, sticking out her hand for the boy to shake.

The boy lifted up his mask and smiled.

Hermione let out a sigh of relief. "I finally found you."

Draco pulled the mask back over his face and took Hermione's hand.

"You look absolutly stunning." Draco said as he kissed Hermione's hand.

"Well thank you, Draco. You know, you don't look too bad yourself."

Draco set down his juice. "Shall we dance?"

Hermione took his hand and followed him to the dance floor.

The couples seemed to disappear as Hermione and Draco took the floor. Taking her hands in his, Draco swept Hermione across the room.

Hermione laid her head on Draco's shoulder as the music softly played through the speakers.

Everything about the dance seemed magical. The way Draco danced, the way he looked at her with love and passion in his eyes, the way he smiled when he looked at her. Everything that Draco did made her legs week, as though she was floating on a cloud.

These feelings quickly disappeared as two framiliar faces walked towards Hermione and Draco.

Hermione's body suddenly began to shake as she stared into the eyes of Harry and Ron, both standing behind Draco with angry looks on their faces.

"Mione, who is this bloke you're dancing with?" Ron asked, his fists forming at his side.

Hermione shook her head. "H-He's just some boy from Hufflepuff."

"What's your name?" Harry said, trying to get a look at the boys face.

Draco didn't reply.

Ron threw his hand on Draco's shoulder and tried to turn him around.

Knowing that there was no way out, Draco threw off his mask and faced Harry and Ron.

"Bloody hell, Malfoy, if you don't get away from Mione in two seconds, I swear I will beat that bloody smirk off your face." Ron growled, his eyes filled with anger.

"Who do you think you are, her bloody father? She can dance with who ever she wants." Draco growled back.

"What are you talking about, Malfoy? Hermione doesn't want to dance with you." Harry said, a confused look on his face.

"Yes she does, Harry. She loves me, and I love her."

Hermione couldn't take any more of this.

With tears streaming down her cheeks, Hermione turned on her heel and ran as fast as she could through the doors and to the Gryffindor house, the music and the voices floating behind her.

Hermione knew that she couldn't stay there at the dance. There was nothing to hide from them. Her friends knew about her secret, and now they were going to hate her.

Everything seemed to go in slow motion as she slipped on a piece of her dress and fell to the cold stone floor, the sounds of people coming closer and closer to where she was laying. The image of Draco appeared in front of her, but before she could make out any of his words, the room quickly began to fade away.

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Hermione quickly sat up in bed, a tear slowly falling down her cheek.

Wiping away the beads of sweat from her face, she got up from her bed and walked down the stairs to the common room.

"Yet another sleepless night." Hermione said as she plopped down on the couch and grabbed a book from the table next to her.

After an hour of reading through the book, Hermione slowly closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep, the book falling from her delicate hands.

A/N: Hey! I have to be quick, I waited until the last minute to load this chapter...I have loads of homework to do! Thanks to everyone who gave me advise! Love ya all!

Love always,

Jess.