Author's Note

Well, first off, I just wanted you to know, I'm so glad for the reviews. I had such a bad day, then I recieved them, and it made my day!. Please keep reviewing!

Chapter Three:

Hermione was still stressed out as she walked to the front compartment of the train. Unfortunately, she met Malfoy. Of course, he was not alone, Crabbe and Goyle were with him. They always followed him around like a love-sick puppy. Malfoy had noticed how unhappy Hermione seemed. He decided, right now was a perfect time to start with her.

" Oh thats what that smell is, I thought I smelled mudblood." Crabbe and Goyle laughed at his comment. Hermione on the other hand, was becoming angry. She did not need this right now.

"Malfoy, move." She demanded.

"Excuse me? Did you just tell me to move!"

"No, I told you to prance around and do the Irish Jig." She replied sarcastically.

"I'd watch your tone if I were you."

"Oh? What are you gonna do to me? Get your father to send Voldemort after me?" Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle shuddered at his name.

"How dare you mention my father!" He snapped at her.

"Like I said move, my patience is running thin with you."

"Ooo, little Miss Mudblood is getting ang..." However, before he could finish, she had shove through him and Goyle, causing them to fall into the adjacent compartment.

"I did say move." She spat at them.

Hermione was fuming and stressed out now. She was in complete disorray now that she had yelled at Harry, and had a run in with Malfoy. She finally arrived to get her orders, but she was in trouble for being late. She tried to explain, but the head boy Terry Pinchield wouldn't listen to her. She reluctantly listened to him about how irresponsible she was, and how this was not a good way to start the year. Finally, after what seemed to be ages, she was finally given orders. Her orders were to just patrol the train, and meet back in the compartment five minutes before they arriving at Hogwarts. She agreed, and appologized again for being late.

Hermione figured she had a whole bunch of time before she would have to face Harry again, however, she was wrong. Her original plan was to patrol very slowely, and talk to many people before getting to Harry's compartment. Harry, seemed to have a different plan. He met up with her once she left the compartment.

"Hermione...let me talk to you."

"Didn't you talk to me enough?"

"Actually, I didn't get a chance to talk."

Hermione started to walk away from him, but he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back.

"Listen, we need to talk, if you don't follow me, I will pull you to my compartment."

Hermione knew he wasn't joking around. He had that look that he always got when she had seen him battle, or even on the quidditch field. One of complete determination, and Hermione knew better than anyone, that when Harry was determined about something, no one could stop him, so she followed.

Once they went to the compartment, Harry asked Ron, Ginny, and Luna to leave, so that they could talk privately. Ron agreed, saying he needed to patrol anyways. Ginny and Luna, however, weren't as happy to leave. Ginny put up a big fuss, but finally decided to go see Dean, and Luna, she sighed, complained a little, then dreamily left the compartment, probably to go to Neville's.

Now that they were alone, Harry and Hermione could finally talk.

"Ok, now that everyones gone, we need to talk. Hey, Hermione, do you think you can put a charm on the door, so no one can eavesdrop?"

She put a charm on the door, she began to get nervous.

"Good, now Hermione, I want you to tell me about your dream."

She told him about everything, including the thoughts about him, the parts she had left out to Ron. She did so because she figured, hey, he is probably going to kill me, so I might as well confess.Harry had not known any of her thoughts in the dream. He was completely caught off guard with it, he was even awestruck about it.

"Hermione, why would you think that I would want to kill you? Your my best friend. And if its any of our faults that Sirius died, it is because of me, I should have listened to you when you said it was just a dream. But now, I think you should listen to me, your dream, was just that, a dream. Never in my life have I blamed you for anything. O.K. well maybe a bit when you and Ron fight, but not for anything that matters. I just want you to know that. If you want to leave, go ahead. As I of all people know that dreams can be uncanilly convincing. So, if you still don't trust me, leave. I will understand. I just hope, that you will eventually, realize that I never would hurt you." He had said all this comfortingly in a soft tone.

Hermione was in shock. She had just realized how horrible and extremely foolish she had been. How could she believe that Harry would ever hurt her. After all, he was one of the only people that she could trust, even Harry said they were best friends. She started to calm down. His voice, when trying to be understandive, had a certain smoothness to it. It made Hermione, very calm, and she had finally started to relax for the first time in over a week.

She stood up from where she was sitting, and started to walk towards Harry. He had a look of disappointment on his face, he obviously thought that she was going to leave. Instead she sat right next to him and threw her arms around him. She burried her face in his neck and began to cry. Harry then leaned his head on hers and whispered "It's ok Hermione."

She lifted her head up, and started to talk to him, still crying. "Harry, I'm so sorry, I cant believe how foolish I was. I know you would never do that to me, but I let my imagination get the best of me. I'm so sorry." She was about to say more but Harry put his finger up to her lips to stop her. Then he put her head back on his shoulder. She was still crying, and a little shocked at how Harry was acting.

"Hermione, I..." However, Harry couldn't finish confessing to her. Ron had interrupted.

Author's Note

Hey, thanks again for the reviews. Next chapter is going to be awesome. It has lemons, er...well, there is no sex, but, then would it be lemons? Well I will just call it limes, so there are limes next chapter. Lol.