As morning dawned Hermione sat up in her bed and yawned. She had gotten practically no sleep after her night vision. Her thoughts played back over it. It had plagued her all through the night. It made no sense to her. 'Why was it Malfoy and yet not a nightmare?' She shuddered at the thought, but had it really seemed that terrible last night? Did she not in some way, like it? 'No! What am I thinking? How could I even think about enjoying being around that git?'
With that settled she stood up and stretched. There was no way she was going to be able to stay awake if she didn't do something soon. She was Hermione Granger, there's no way she could ever sleep through a class. That's just unheard of.
She went into the bathroom for a cold shower. 'Surely that will wake me.' Hermione placed locking charms on both doors. There was no way Malfoy was going to walk in on her. After she was confident that the doors were not going to open, she went on with her shower. As the water cascaded down her back she began to wake. Being Hermione Granger, the first of her thoughts were, of course, school related. She ran over what classes she had for the day. First was Herbology with Ravenclaw, History of Magic with Hufflepuff, D.A.D.A with Slytherin, then came lunch. After lunch she had Charms with Ravenclaw and the day unfortunately ended with Potions with Slytherin. She turned the water off, reluctant to move on but she knew she had to. She magically dried herself with just the flick of her wand. She then 'accio'ed' her school robes to her and got dressed. She wore her hair down for the day. It flowed down her back like a deep brown waterfall. Once she was ready she unlocked the doors and went on out to the common room. She glanced up at the clock to discover that her shower had cost her more time than she had thought. If she didn't hurry she had no doubt that Ron and Harry would have finished off all the breakfast. She rushed out of the common room in a flurry of books, quills, and parchment that would be needed for her classes.
Harry and Ron looked up from their plates to see an unusually late Hermione come rushing in through the doors. She landed with a heavy 'sigh' next to Ron.
"Ello, Mione. Awfully late aren't you?" Harry asked with a slight bit of concern showing in his eyes.
"I just lost track of time, that's all." She replied while quickly grabbing a piece of toast, just beating Ron to it.
"Wow, Mione, that's unlike you. Are you sure you haven't switched places with Ron here? He was the first one up this morning and he made enough noise to wake the entire castle." Harry prodded his best friend with his fork with a look of disapproval at having been woken up.
"I 'as hungry an didn't wanta come to breakfas' alone." Ron slurred between bites of his doughnut. Harry just rolled his eyes.
"You don't look to good, Hermione. Are you alright?"
"Yes, Harry, I'm fine. I just couldn't fall asleep last night."
"That git Malfoy didn't bother you did he? Why I'll hex him into next Tuesday if he…"
"Relax, Harry, he hasn't been that bad, believe it or not. Now if you'll excuse me I'm going to head to class. I would suggest you to do the same. We have Herbology first." With that she stood up from the table and started walking away. She was halfway across the room when she looked up in time to see Malfoy come through the doors. He had his head bowed ever so slightly and his pace was much slower than normal. He looked quite a mess. The dark circles under his eyes told that he hadn't had much sleep either. Hermione paused just long enough to think 'I wonder what his problem is today?' before she waltzed out the doors.
Herbology seemed to drag on all morning. The only remotely interesting thing to happen was the apicha plant incident. A foolish Ravenclaw girl took a bet from her best friend. She had to place her finger into the plant. Since the apicha plant is very much like the muggle Venus Flytrap, it was carnivorous. With it being a wizard's plant it was much more violent. It bit her finger clear off. The girl screeched for approximately four minutes until someone finally dragged her off to the Infirmary.
History of Magic passed even slower. There were no mishaps to liven the class up. Even Hermione fell asleep once or twice while Professor Binns droned on. The only thing that kept her awake through most of the class was when Harry would elbow her and cast her a questioning look. She would simply answer him with the wave of her hand signaling for him to not worry. Then she would start to write her notes from where she left off until her head would bow, the sign that she had fallen victim to slumber.
Defense Against The Dark Arts was slightly better. Their new teacher, Tonks, showed just a little to much enthusiasm in Hermione's point of view. As Professor Tonks discussed what they would be doing this year, accompanied by many fast, frivolous hand motions, Hermione found her attention to be turned elsewhere. She glanced around the room, observing what the other students had found to entertain themselves. Harry, for once, seemed to be paying the utmost attention to the teacher. Ron was absorbed in his Quiditch Weekly magazine that he had tried to hide behind his D.A.D.A text book. Lavender and Parvati were laughing at some small secretive joke known only to themselves. Blaise was staring at Tonks in most certainly a way no student should look at their professor. Pansy was next to him and was staring dreamily at Draco who, well, was staring right at Hermione. She felt herself turn red at having realized that she was being watched by non other than the one who had previously haunted her dreams and thoughts. She started to turn away immediately but something held her in place. Her eyes met his and she saw that he was not glaring at her such as he always seemed to be. In fact, what she saw shocked her. It appeared that he had been looking at her in interest. He had a look of curiosity in his eyes. He seemed almost peaceful and deep in thought that, for once, didn't focus on causing pain to someone. 'You know, he doesn't look that bad when he's not smirking, almost kind of,…nice.' She stopped herself before that thought could progress into something more. She was shocked and surprised at herself. Where had these thoughts come from?
He realized that she was now looking at him. He wiped away any indication of feelings other than that of pure hate and despise. Hermione was sure of what she had seen in him, yet when he put his shield back up so suddenly, she had doubts.
Draco's POV
Draco silently cursed himself. How could he allow himself to be caught staring at that, that mud blood? And what was he thinking in the first place? 'I must have lost my mind due to overexposure to those idiots I call my "friends".' He glanced to his side. Crabb and Goyle seemed to be busy playing hangman. The only problem, the word only had half its letters and was already misspelled. Draco smirked to himself 'Imbeciles'. He contemplated whether or not to correct his so called "friends". 'No, why should I spoil their fun, but then again…"
Hermione's POV
Class ended and everyone stood up and dashed for the door. Lunch was next and everyone was eager to get there. The golden trio entered the Great Hall and headed toward the Gryffindor table. Ginny stood up from her seat and waved at them. They quickened their pace, with Harry in the lead. Harry sat next to Ginny and gave a very enthusiastic "Hello!" He quickly ducked his head with a deep blush slowly spreading over his face. Ginny did the same. Hermione watched all this with a slight smile creeping onto her lips. She glanced at Ron, wondering whether or not he had also witnessed this. He was engrossed with the pizza he was shoving down his throat. If he had seen it, he gave no indication. Hermione turned back to Harry and Ginny but saw that they were deep in conversation. She didn't want to ruin one of the few moments they got together. She found herself completely bored. She had no one to turn to seeing as how the rest of her table was absorbed in themselves. She found her eyes wondering yet again.
Draco's POV
Draco sat down at the table between Crabbe and Goyle. He normally tried to avoid sitting between the two because they ate like pigs and would often make those unfortunate enough to sit by them lose their appetite. However, today was not a good day for Draco, he came into lunch later than normal and found that to be the only open seat. His morning had been painfully long. Classes were boring and he slept through most of them. Except DADA of course. But just because the class was more energetic than the others had been, it had still been too long. Draco was exhausted and all because of that nobody Mudblood. 'Well, I wouldn't say she's nobody. She is the smartest witch to ever walk these halls since McGonagall herself.'
He sat in complete silence. It was no use trying to converse with the two idiots beside him anytime much less when they were eating. Pansy sat across from him but was too busy flirting with Blaise. Ever since Draco had told her to sod off over the summer and had threaten to hex her she had avoided all contact with him. Well, all contact besides staring at him whenever she thought he wasn't looking. But of course he noticed. He was left to his thoughts, which on a normal day he would have been more than happy to be alone, but now he had to fight to stay awake. He could not show weakness by falling asleep in his plate. As he started to drift off he caught himself just in time. He turned around checking to make sure no one had seen him start to fall forward in sleep. He scanned the room but all seemed to absorbed in their own lives to notice his. All but one that is. He caught her eyes. She tilted her head and gave him a questioning look. He first thought she must be looking at someone else but when he looked again he was positive it was directed at him. He felt extreme anger building inside of him. 'How dare that filth not only keep him up through half the night, fill his thoughts through his classes, catch him staring at her, but now she was asking what was wrong with him?' He glared back at her. He caught a glimpse of anger and hurt cross her face before she quickly lowered it and focused on her plate once again. 'You really want to know what's wrong?' he thought. 'You are.'
He shook his head to rid himself of his thoughts and collected his bag. He stood up and left for his next class, Herbology.
Herbology passed like all the other classes. He was only too happy to get down to the dungeons for potions. He sauntered into the dark dreary class room and settled down in his usual spot in the back of the room. He watched as the other classmates filed in and took their places, Gryffindor on the right, Slytherin on the left. He saw the trio enter, Harry and Ron were laughing, as it seemed they always had been today, and Hermione followed silently behind. Her head was bowed and she showed none of the usual enthusiasm to be in school. He watched her shuffle to her seat to the left of Ron. All banter immediately quieted as Professor Snape enter the room. He glared around at the Gryffindors.
"I see you all have managed to separate the houses again this year. Well, we will just have to change that won't we? As ordered from Professor Dumbledore you will be partnered this year." A slight murmur started as the students grouped themselves. "O no, you won't choose your partner. God only knows how disastrous that would be. No, I am pairing you." He started down the list pairing Gryffindor with Slytherin. "Neville Longbottom- Blaise Zabini, Dean Thomas- Vincent Crabbe, Potter- Gregory Goyle, Ron Weasley- Pansy Parkinson." Draco felt his stomach drop as the list continued. He was dreading what he was sure was about to happen. "And lastly, Hermione Granger- Draco Malfoy!"
The students murmured their complaints but none dared to speak against Snape. Draco, however, being more close to his godfather, started to speak. He was instantly silenced by an unusual glare sent to him from his godfather. Draco closed his mouth, he knew better than to defy Snape when he had that look. So, instead, he directed his speech at Hermione. "Get your incompetent arse back here, Granger, because I refuse to move for the likes of you."
She opened her mouth but was interrupted. "Miss Granger, what is the hold up?" Snape sneered down at her. She collected her things and headed back to Malfoy. He caught the look of sympathy sent to her from her friends as she passed by them. As she sat down Snape motioned to the board. The steps for their next potion appeared.
"We will be creating a simple memory potion for this class. It will show you what is already on your mind, or what is on your mind most of time. I will warn you only once, I want no explosions this year." He directed this last statement toward Neville who cowered in his seat while the Slytherins snickered. "Of course, this potion won't have much of an effect for some certain Gryffindors seeing as how they never have anything on their minds." He quickly cast an amused look toward Harry. "Begin!"
Hermione started to gather the ingredients when Draco's hand shot out to grab hers. "I'm not about to lay my grade in your hands. I'll do the potion while you just sit there and rest your pretty little face." He drawled. He had the look on his face that simply stated, I dare you to contradict me. Hermione let her hand fall back down in her lap. Then, as realization seemed to dawn on her, her hand shot back up and with a determination that would take anyone by surprise she exclaimed.
"How dare you, you insufferable git! Everyone in this class knows I receive higher marks than you. You should be grateful that I'm willing to get you an outstanding mark!"
"Fine! But don't you dare slip up Mudblood." With a fire burning in her eyes she turned to the board and finished the potion with Draco in complete silence. It was only after it had boiled to a clear blue concoction that the silence was broken.
"Very nice work, Malfoy." Snape commented as he walked by. "Now each of you gather enough of the potion into separate bowls and I want you to gaze into the liquid." As the potion was divided into the bowls Draco looked over to Hermione and saw the unspoken anger behind her eyes. 'Sometimes I wonder how she holds her tongue so well…'
As they started to lean over the bowls Hermione gathered her long brown hair onto her left shoulder to keep it from interfering with the potion. Draco dropped his gaze into the bowl and was immediately swept into his own thoughts.
Author's POV
Snape stood hovering behind his two most prized students. Of course only one of them knew that they were prized by him. He watched as the young man and woman dropped their faces to the potion. He studied their eyes to endure that the proper effects were taking place. Their eyes became larger at first. The boy's became a whirlpool of angelic silver while the girl's transformed into deep lakes of burning amber. They then changed into pure white before Snape's own eyes. He walked over to the boy, curios as to what had been on his godson's mind of late. He stared into his eyes as a miniature picture formed. It must have been night and he had been flying. 'It must surely be a dream of the dear boy's for I know for a fact that he hasn't been out to the field past curfew.' Snape watched as the scene unfolded. After several minutes of watching the dream Snape moved onto the other student whom was deep into the potion also. As he focused on her eyes he let out a slight gasp. The students nearby whom had heard him looked up from their work, surprised at the teacher's sudden show of emotion. Snape stood transfixed as he watched her eyes. The same thing he had seen in Draco was now being replayed on Granger. Or wait, no, it was different. As he watched the dream that had so plagued the young teenagers he failed to notice that the potion had worn off. He came out of his thoughts to see Draco and Hermione staring at him. He collected his thoughts and dismissed class ten minutes early and quickly rushed out. He practically ran through the hallways, yelling at the misfortunate students that happened to get in his way. He stopped just outside the statue marking the entrance to the headmaster's chambers. He panted out the password "sour patch kids" and rushed through the opening created as the statue jumped clear of his path. He rushed into Dumbledore's office and stopped behind one of the chairs. He steadied himself by holding onto the back of the chair and panted heavily for a few seconds. Once he had caught his breath he looked Albus in his bright eyes and tried, unsuccessfully, to say in a calm voice, "I fear your predictions are coming to be true." The wise old wizard looked to Snape and without the usual twinkle in his eyes he simply stated,
"So it has already started…"
With that settled she stood up and stretched. There was no way she was going to be able to stay awake if she didn't do something soon. She was Hermione Granger, there's no way she could ever sleep through a class. That's just unheard of.
She went into the bathroom for a cold shower. 'Surely that will wake me.' Hermione placed locking charms on both doors. There was no way Malfoy was going to walk in on her. After she was confident that the doors were not going to open, she went on with her shower. As the water cascaded down her back she began to wake. Being Hermione Granger, the first of her thoughts were, of course, school related. She ran over what classes she had for the day. First was Herbology with Ravenclaw, History of Magic with Hufflepuff, D.A.D.A with Slytherin, then came lunch. After lunch she had Charms with Ravenclaw and the day unfortunately ended with Potions with Slytherin. She turned the water off, reluctant to move on but she knew she had to. She magically dried herself with just the flick of her wand. She then 'accio'ed' her school robes to her and got dressed. She wore her hair down for the day. It flowed down her back like a deep brown waterfall. Once she was ready she unlocked the doors and went on out to the common room. She glanced up at the clock to discover that her shower had cost her more time than she had thought. If she didn't hurry she had no doubt that Ron and Harry would have finished off all the breakfast. She rushed out of the common room in a flurry of books, quills, and parchment that would be needed for her classes.
Harry and Ron looked up from their plates to see an unusually late Hermione come rushing in through the doors. She landed with a heavy 'sigh' next to Ron.
"Ello, Mione. Awfully late aren't you?" Harry asked with a slight bit of concern showing in his eyes.
"I just lost track of time, that's all." She replied while quickly grabbing a piece of toast, just beating Ron to it.
"Wow, Mione, that's unlike you. Are you sure you haven't switched places with Ron here? He was the first one up this morning and he made enough noise to wake the entire castle." Harry prodded his best friend with his fork with a look of disapproval at having been woken up.
"I 'as hungry an didn't wanta come to breakfas' alone." Ron slurred between bites of his doughnut. Harry just rolled his eyes.
"You don't look to good, Hermione. Are you alright?"
"Yes, Harry, I'm fine. I just couldn't fall asleep last night."
"That git Malfoy didn't bother you did he? Why I'll hex him into next Tuesday if he…"
"Relax, Harry, he hasn't been that bad, believe it or not. Now if you'll excuse me I'm going to head to class. I would suggest you to do the same. We have Herbology first." With that she stood up from the table and started walking away. She was halfway across the room when she looked up in time to see Malfoy come through the doors. He had his head bowed ever so slightly and his pace was much slower than normal. He looked quite a mess. The dark circles under his eyes told that he hadn't had much sleep either. Hermione paused just long enough to think 'I wonder what his problem is today?' before she waltzed out the doors.
Herbology seemed to drag on all morning. The only remotely interesting thing to happen was the apicha plant incident. A foolish Ravenclaw girl took a bet from her best friend. She had to place her finger into the plant. Since the apicha plant is very much like the muggle Venus Flytrap, it was carnivorous. With it being a wizard's plant it was much more violent. It bit her finger clear off. The girl screeched for approximately four minutes until someone finally dragged her off to the Infirmary.
History of Magic passed even slower. There were no mishaps to liven the class up. Even Hermione fell asleep once or twice while Professor Binns droned on. The only thing that kept her awake through most of the class was when Harry would elbow her and cast her a questioning look. She would simply answer him with the wave of her hand signaling for him to not worry. Then she would start to write her notes from where she left off until her head would bow, the sign that she had fallen victim to slumber.
Defense Against The Dark Arts was slightly better. Their new teacher, Tonks, showed just a little to much enthusiasm in Hermione's point of view. As Professor Tonks discussed what they would be doing this year, accompanied by many fast, frivolous hand motions, Hermione found her attention to be turned elsewhere. She glanced around the room, observing what the other students had found to entertain themselves. Harry, for once, seemed to be paying the utmost attention to the teacher. Ron was absorbed in his Quiditch Weekly magazine that he had tried to hide behind his D.A.D.A text book. Lavender and Parvati were laughing at some small secretive joke known only to themselves. Blaise was staring at Tonks in most certainly a way no student should look at their professor. Pansy was next to him and was staring dreamily at Draco who, well, was staring right at Hermione. She felt herself turn red at having realized that she was being watched by non other than the one who had previously haunted her dreams and thoughts. She started to turn away immediately but something held her in place. Her eyes met his and she saw that he was not glaring at her such as he always seemed to be. In fact, what she saw shocked her. It appeared that he had been looking at her in interest. He had a look of curiosity in his eyes. He seemed almost peaceful and deep in thought that, for once, didn't focus on causing pain to someone. 'You know, he doesn't look that bad when he's not smirking, almost kind of,…nice.' She stopped herself before that thought could progress into something more. She was shocked and surprised at herself. Where had these thoughts come from?
He realized that she was now looking at him. He wiped away any indication of feelings other than that of pure hate and despise. Hermione was sure of what she had seen in him, yet when he put his shield back up so suddenly, she had doubts.
Draco's POV
Draco silently cursed himself. How could he allow himself to be caught staring at that, that mud blood? And what was he thinking in the first place? 'I must have lost my mind due to overexposure to those idiots I call my "friends".' He glanced to his side. Crabb and Goyle seemed to be busy playing hangman. The only problem, the word only had half its letters and was already misspelled. Draco smirked to himself 'Imbeciles'. He contemplated whether or not to correct his so called "friends". 'No, why should I spoil their fun, but then again…"
Hermione's POV
Class ended and everyone stood up and dashed for the door. Lunch was next and everyone was eager to get there. The golden trio entered the Great Hall and headed toward the Gryffindor table. Ginny stood up from her seat and waved at them. They quickened their pace, with Harry in the lead. Harry sat next to Ginny and gave a very enthusiastic "Hello!" He quickly ducked his head with a deep blush slowly spreading over his face. Ginny did the same. Hermione watched all this with a slight smile creeping onto her lips. She glanced at Ron, wondering whether or not he had also witnessed this. He was engrossed with the pizza he was shoving down his throat. If he had seen it, he gave no indication. Hermione turned back to Harry and Ginny but saw that they were deep in conversation. She didn't want to ruin one of the few moments they got together. She found herself completely bored. She had no one to turn to seeing as how the rest of her table was absorbed in themselves. She found her eyes wondering yet again.
Draco's POV
Draco sat down at the table between Crabbe and Goyle. He normally tried to avoid sitting between the two because they ate like pigs and would often make those unfortunate enough to sit by them lose their appetite. However, today was not a good day for Draco, he came into lunch later than normal and found that to be the only open seat. His morning had been painfully long. Classes were boring and he slept through most of them. Except DADA of course. But just because the class was more energetic than the others had been, it had still been too long. Draco was exhausted and all because of that nobody Mudblood. 'Well, I wouldn't say she's nobody. She is the smartest witch to ever walk these halls since McGonagall herself.'
He sat in complete silence. It was no use trying to converse with the two idiots beside him anytime much less when they were eating. Pansy sat across from him but was too busy flirting with Blaise. Ever since Draco had told her to sod off over the summer and had threaten to hex her she had avoided all contact with him. Well, all contact besides staring at him whenever she thought he wasn't looking. But of course he noticed. He was left to his thoughts, which on a normal day he would have been more than happy to be alone, but now he had to fight to stay awake. He could not show weakness by falling asleep in his plate. As he started to drift off he caught himself just in time. He turned around checking to make sure no one had seen him start to fall forward in sleep. He scanned the room but all seemed to absorbed in their own lives to notice his. All but one that is. He caught her eyes. She tilted her head and gave him a questioning look. He first thought she must be looking at someone else but when he looked again he was positive it was directed at him. He felt extreme anger building inside of him. 'How dare that filth not only keep him up through half the night, fill his thoughts through his classes, catch him staring at her, but now she was asking what was wrong with him?' He glared back at her. He caught a glimpse of anger and hurt cross her face before she quickly lowered it and focused on her plate once again. 'You really want to know what's wrong?' he thought. 'You are.'
He shook his head to rid himself of his thoughts and collected his bag. He stood up and left for his next class, Herbology.
Herbology passed like all the other classes. He was only too happy to get down to the dungeons for potions. He sauntered into the dark dreary class room and settled down in his usual spot in the back of the room. He watched as the other classmates filed in and took their places, Gryffindor on the right, Slytherin on the left. He saw the trio enter, Harry and Ron were laughing, as it seemed they always had been today, and Hermione followed silently behind. Her head was bowed and she showed none of the usual enthusiasm to be in school. He watched her shuffle to her seat to the left of Ron. All banter immediately quieted as Professor Snape enter the room. He glared around at the Gryffindors.
"I see you all have managed to separate the houses again this year. Well, we will just have to change that won't we? As ordered from Professor Dumbledore you will be partnered this year." A slight murmur started as the students grouped themselves. "O no, you won't choose your partner. God only knows how disastrous that would be. No, I am pairing you." He started down the list pairing Gryffindor with Slytherin. "Neville Longbottom- Blaise Zabini, Dean Thomas- Vincent Crabbe, Potter- Gregory Goyle, Ron Weasley- Pansy Parkinson." Draco felt his stomach drop as the list continued. He was dreading what he was sure was about to happen. "And lastly, Hermione Granger- Draco Malfoy!"
The students murmured their complaints but none dared to speak against Snape. Draco, however, being more close to his godfather, started to speak. He was instantly silenced by an unusual glare sent to him from his godfather. Draco closed his mouth, he knew better than to defy Snape when he had that look. So, instead, he directed his speech at Hermione. "Get your incompetent arse back here, Granger, because I refuse to move for the likes of you."
She opened her mouth but was interrupted. "Miss Granger, what is the hold up?" Snape sneered down at her. She collected her things and headed back to Malfoy. He caught the look of sympathy sent to her from her friends as she passed by them. As she sat down Snape motioned to the board. The steps for their next potion appeared.
"We will be creating a simple memory potion for this class. It will show you what is already on your mind, or what is on your mind most of time. I will warn you only once, I want no explosions this year." He directed this last statement toward Neville who cowered in his seat while the Slytherins snickered. "Of course, this potion won't have much of an effect for some certain Gryffindors seeing as how they never have anything on their minds." He quickly cast an amused look toward Harry. "Begin!"
Hermione started to gather the ingredients when Draco's hand shot out to grab hers. "I'm not about to lay my grade in your hands. I'll do the potion while you just sit there and rest your pretty little face." He drawled. He had the look on his face that simply stated, I dare you to contradict me. Hermione let her hand fall back down in her lap. Then, as realization seemed to dawn on her, her hand shot back up and with a determination that would take anyone by surprise she exclaimed.
"How dare you, you insufferable git! Everyone in this class knows I receive higher marks than you. You should be grateful that I'm willing to get you an outstanding mark!"
"Fine! But don't you dare slip up Mudblood." With a fire burning in her eyes she turned to the board and finished the potion with Draco in complete silence. It was only after it had boiled to a clear blue concoction that the silence was broken.
"Very nice work, Malfoy." Snape commented as he walked by. "Now each of you gather enough of the potion into separate bowls and I want you to gaze into the liquid." As the potion was divided into the bowls Draco looked over to Hermione and saw the unspoken anger behind her eyes. 'Sometimes I wonder how she holds her tongue so well…'
As they started to lean over the bowls Hermione gathered her long brown hair onto her left shoulder to keep it from interfering with the potion. Draco dropped his gaze into the bowl and was immediately swept into his own thoughts.
Author's POV
Snape stood hovering behind his two most prized students. Of course only one of them knew that they were prized by him. He watched as the young man and woman dropped their faces to the potion. He studied their eyes to endure that the proper effects were taking place. Their eyes became larger at first. The boy's became a whirlpool of angelic silver while the girl's transformed into deep lakes of burning amber. They then changed into pure white before Snape's own eyes. He walked over to the boy, curios as to what had been on his godson's mind of late. He stared into his eyes as a miniature picture formed. It must have been night and he had been flying. 'It must surely be a dream of the dear boy's for I know for a fact that he hasn't been out to the field past curfew.' Snape watched as the scene unfolded. After several minutes of watching the dream Snape moved onto the other student whom was deep into the potion also. As he focused on her eyes he let out a slight gasp. The students nearby whom had heard him looked up from their work, surprised at the teacher's sudden show of emotion. Snape stood transfixed as he watched her eyes. The same thing he had seen in Draco was now being replayed on Granger. Or wait, no, it was different. As he watched the dream that had so plagued the young teenagers he failed to notice that the potion had worn off. He came out of his thoughts to see Draco and Hermione staring at him. He collected his thoughts and dismissed class ten minutes early and quickly rushed out. He practically ran through the hallways, yelling at the misfortunate students that happened to get in his way. He stopped just outside the statue marking the entrance to the headmaster's chambers. He panted out the password "sour patch kids" and rushed through the opening created as the statue jumped clear of his path. He rushed into Dumbledore's office and stopped behind one of the chairs. He steadied himself by holding onto the back of the chair and panted heavily for a few seconds. Once he had caught his breath he looked Albus in his bright eyes and tried, unsuccessfully, to say in a calm voice, "I fear your predictions are coming to be true." The wise old wizard looked to Snape and without the usual twinkle in his eyes he simply stated,
"So it has already started…"