Disclaimer: Okay, this is my first time doing something like this. I don't own Harry Potter, JK Rowling does ...and i bow to her. Please don't sue me ...i'm poor. All original characters are JK Rowlings' and they do not in any way shape or form belong to me. All i own is the plot. Ok, cool. Enjoy

Author's Note: Okay, things start getting a little dark and darn right evil in this chapter. You have been forewarned, so don't hate me for it. Enjoy however and please review. Thanks!

Undeniable Dream

Hermione didn't know where she was, but she was at least reasonably certain she was in a dream. Having realized that it was a dream, she should have been able to wake herself up. However no amount of pinching could wake her up, and she gave up after five of the longest, most torturous minutes of her life, giving her arms a break.

Looking around, she could place where she was almost immediately. The Burrow. She was laying in Ron's bed in his room. She could see various posters of his favorite Quidditch team, along with pictures of his family and friends. Thrown carelessly on the bedroom floor was various articles of clothing, old school books and Quidditch equipment. She could even smell the room. Freshly baked carrot muffins (as Mrs. Weasley was forever cooking) and boy. There is a unique 'boy room' smell to every house - not unlike a smelly old hockey bag, or dirty socks with a hint of moldy food.

Hermione got out of Ron's bed and stretched her sore, stiff body. Upon looking towards the window, she realized that it must be late, probably around eleven at night, or close to it. The sun was down and black ruled the nights sky. Only a large, pale moon sat alone, fighting off the total darkness with it's vibrant rays.

She walked to the window, deciding to look around to see if everything was the same. A large, beautiful garden was just below the window, filled with lovely flowers that had been lovingly cared for and tended by both Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. Further along the way she could see two gnomes fighting with each other.

A sudden flash of light lit the black sky had both Hermione and the pair of gnomes frozen in shock and fear. The Dark Mark was now hovering above the Weasley house.

"Please no!" Hermione whispered when she saw a large group of cloaked figures seemingly 'float' closer to the house that was like a safe haven for her. She reached for her wand - which was always in her robe pocket - only to find it missing.

She could feel herself start to panic. No wand, she was almost defenseless against such an attack. Even worse, she couldn't possibly help Mr. and Mrs. Weasley.

WAIT!

"If I could find Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, I can try to get them out of the house, via floo network," she spoke out loud, and with one last look at the Death Eaters she forced her feet to move.

She stormed out of Ron's room and stumbled down the stairs to the kitchen, where the Weasley's could usually be found. She froze in the door way, appalled and horrified at the sight before her. Mr. Weasley was on his knees, his mouth gagged and was being restrained by three Death Eaters. he was being forced to watch his wife being held down on top of the dinner table, her clothes ripped and torn in multiple pieces. Four Death Eaters held her down, one for each arm, one for each leg. Her mouth was gagged but Hermione could see the fury in her eyes, and the fear. Both women knew what was going to happen, and Hermione didn't even have a wand to end Mrs. Weasley's pain and humiliation, as that is what Mrs. Weasley was about to experience.

For once in her life, Hermione Granger didn't know what to do. It didn't even occur to her that she was in a dream, that she alone had the power to change the present and the future. For Hermione, the dream world was one hundred percent real, one hundred and ten percent scary. It increased ten fold when one Death Eater noticed her presence at the door way.

No words were spoken, but two Death Eater's (who apparaited behind her) grabbed her arms and shoved her into the room. Hermione's eyes locked with Mrs. Weasley's as she was forced to lay next to the elderly lady who was almost like a second mother to her.

Time seemed to move in slow motion for Hermione, which gave her time to gather the famous Gryffindor courage. Mrs. Weasley's fury became her own and she let her anger take hold, allowed her instincts to rule.

One of the Death Eater's lost their grip on her arm and she pulled loose, then swung her rage filled fist into the jaw of the Death Eater holding her other arm. He collapsed to the ground and she jumped to her feet. She had no chance of winning, but hopefully she could direct most of their hate and anger away from the Weasley's and to her instead.

She ducked a curse that flew from behind her and slammed her body into the Death Eater standing in between Mrs. Weasley's legs, the way she'd seen muggle football players do on T.V. His body was like a stone wall, and even though she managed to bring him down she could feel pain vibrate through her whole body, and in that instant she knew she was in deep trouble. A cold want was pointed directly at her throat and she was commanded to lie on her back. When she didn't obey the command instantly, a sharp kick to her ribs did it for her.

Almost immediately her body went numb and she was paralyzed, not with rear, but with a spell by some Death Eater. Hermione heard the muffled screaming of Mrs. Weasley as a Death Eater brutally used her body in the most horrible was imaginable. It very nearly tore Hermione's heart, soul, and mind apart to hear one of her very dearest friends in such pain - knowing there was no way she could help.

Hermione Granger was not a very religious person, but in that very instant she prayed to every god and goddess she could recall from every book she had ever read. She refused to pray for herself, in fact she would gladly give her life to any who saved Mrs. Weasley.

A loud smash ...like a window shattering, broke through Hermione's thoughts. She couldn't see what was happening, she was still paralyzed by the spell, but she heard curses being shouted, then screaming - a death scream. More yells and curses, then another death scream. There was a loud angry snarl and then footsteps. Then silence.

She strained to hear something, anything. The silence was deafening. Something wet nudged her neck and she was consumed in pain. She cried out from the shear force of the all consuming pain. Tears sprang from her eyes and she simply cried.

Eventually she became aware of a soft whimpering sound by her ear, a warm body that lay alongside her own. She rolled her head to the side and searched through her own tears to find the source of the welcome heat. Hermione Granger was stunned by the sight, a large, full grown silver and white wolf with the strangest grey eyes she had ever seen.

She wasn't really suprised by the sight of him. If anything, she was suprised by sympathy and love she seemed to see in the wolf's deep, all knowing eyes. The wolf nudged her cheek once with his wet nose, then gently licked her cheek with his large warm tongue, wiping away the tears that streaked across her face. He was suprisingly gentle for a wild untamed animal, and she could 'feel' the love that seemed to come from the wolf. It was as if he accepted her, loved her, cherished her - even though he knew nothing about her. He didn't know her.

"You saved me, and for that you have my thanks and my life. And my love. You have my love for as long as you want it." she said firmly.

The wolf's head rose so it was staring regally down into Hermione's eyes. His lower jaw dropped so she could see his massive, powerful white teeth and amazingly, spoke.

"Wake up." he growled, his voice low, seductively low and it sent shivers of awareness down her spine. She stared into the wolf's loving eyes and after a long moment obeyed. She closed her eyes and willed herself to wake up.

She opened her eyes after a few minutes and was immensely relieved to see herself in the hospital wing of Hogwarts, rather than the Weasley household. She looked around slowly, taking in then small private room she had been assigned to. Flowers, chocolates, teddy bears and cards seemed to be placed everywhere in the small room and she was pleased to see them.

A small round table sat in the corner with two chairs, one chair occupied by one Draco Malfoy, who appeared to be asleep. She frowned and glanced towards the outside window and started to feel uneasy by the sight of a beautiful sunset ...sunsets meant night time, night time meant night revels.

Remembering her dream she slowly pushed herself up and swung her feet out of the bed. She needed to get to Dumbledor and tell him of her dream. She was never one to believe that the future could be foretold through dreams or through visions, she thought the whole business was a load of foolishness ...but she couldn't ignore the nagging feeling she got in the back of her mind. Something about the dream wasn't right ...everything seemed way too real.

"You should be resting, Granger." Malfoy's soft, silky voice filtered through the room, making her freeze.

"You shouldn't be in my room, Malfoy." Hermione murmured back, her voice scratchy and sore. She stood up from her bed and looked at him, "Why are you here?"

Malfoy stood up as well and stretched his rather large body and took a long slow yawn. "I'm here because Potter and Weasley needed rest, and Dumbledor is busy. Besides, I have nothing better to do with my time."

Hermione frowned and glanced back to the window. She still didn't feel right, she couldn't tell if it was because of Malfoy, or if was because of her dream. The dream that wasn't really a dream. She needed Dumbledor ...the nagging feeling in her mind wouldn't go away, and when there was a nagging feeling in the back of her mind, it usually meant that something was wrong. She had learned to trust the nagging feeling a long time ago. She lifted one leg and took a step forward, only to feel her leg fall out from underneath her.

Before her body even came close to hitting the floor, Malfoy was there, catching her in one strong arm, holding her against his hard body. "Careful, Granger, you've been out for close to four days, you may not be as strong as you once were."

Hermione allowed herself one more moment in his strong arms, savoring the safe feeling that overcame her before pushing him away from her, "I'm as strong as I ever was, Malfoy, and don't you forget it." she snarled at him. "I need Dumbledor, so why don't you go make yourself useful and go get him."

Malfoy raised an eyebrow and folded his arms across his chest, "I'm not your lap dog, Granger, so don't treat me like one." He sat himself back down in his chair and forced himself to relax. He went without this kind of anger for four and a half years, he felt out of practice but refused to rise to her bait. He would be the mature one this time. "Dumbledor has eyes and ears all over the place, if he wants to talk to you, he'll come on his own good time." he spoke softly, firmly.

Hermione felt helpless rage build up inside of her, the nagging feeling was starting to take over, something was wrong and she needed to figure out what it was before she went crazy, "Damn you Malfoy! I need Dumbledor now, this is important!" If her legs were strong enough she would have started pacing.

Malfoy shook his head, "What's important is that you lay down and get some rest before your people need you again. Dumbledor already knows what you want to tell him, and he's working on it right now." he assured her as he caught her panic stricken gaze.

"What do you mean he already knows what I want to tell him? I don't even know what I want to tell him!" she spoke, her voice rising with each word, slowly rising to hysterics. She started breathing heavily, confused and frightened by the force of the nagging ...she had to tell someone, anyone. "Malfoy, please." she whispered.

Malfoy shook his head slowly, and got back to his feet. He went to her then and pulled her into his arms. "Relax Granger, relax," he gently picked her up and placed her back into her bed, then took place beside her, never taking his warm protective embrace from her. "What you are experiencing is the after effects of a dream induced sleep. Simply put, you were actually having a prophetic dream and your sub conscious - obviously scared by it - is forcing you to tell someone about it. Its called an 'Undeniable Dream'. Tell me, I promise it will make you feel better." he whispered gently to her, silently willing her body to relax against his.

Hermione complied immediately, willing to do anything to get the nagging feeling to go away. Her forehead dropped down to Malfoy's broad chest and she squeezed her eyes tight then forced her mind to systematically go through all the events in her dream.

As she told Malfoy, he was aware of the tremor in her voice, fear and anger, and no matter how much she tried to steady her voice her body wouldn't comply. Then she started to shake as the events in the story got worse, more horrific to her mind, she shook with anger and rage and helplessness. When she got to the part of the wolf, her voice still shook, but its soften and it seemed to hold a type of 'awe' she wasn't aware held. Her body became soft and pliable against Malfoy's and before he knew it she was fast asleep.

Malfoy just laid beside her, content to feel Hermione Granger's body pressed up against his. It just felt right to him, as if he had waited for this moment, for this very feeling of contentment and ...rightness for his whole life. He was going to keep her, he promised himself and Hermione that.

He promised that he would protect her, he would be the guardian wolf in her dream, and he would kill anyone who attempted to harm her, as would be his right. He vowed that no man would touch her, would violate her ever again, dream or not. He vowed to kill any man who violated a woman like the Death Eaters did in Hermione's dream, as women in general should be treated with respect and honored. Any man not willing to respect or honor a woman should be killed, and if it were by his hand then who was he to object?

Resigned he would be apart of this mission that Dumbledor and Potter were brewing, and he would protect his woman. He would kill for her.

The door to Hermione's room opened slowly, breaking Malfoy's dark thoughts as he glanced to the door, not suprised to see Dumbledor walking through. It was his hour to watch over Granger now.

"She has awakened, Draco?" Dumbeldor murmured, walking quietly over to the side of Hermione's bed.

"Yes sir, she told me of her dream. Its not pretty sir." Malfoy whispered and slowly eased himself away from Granger, then pulled the blanket over her. "I've decided that I will participate in this mission of yours. But it will be on my terms." Malfoy spoke firmly, looking down at Granger.

"As you wish, Draco. I'm having a meeting in -"

"- no. I won't go to your meetings. I'll find out when I'm ready to. Don't alert to anyone that I will be on this mission. Just know that I will be there." Malfoy walked to the door and looked back to Dumbledor. "Would you mind if I used your 'Room of Requirement'?"

Dumbledor shook his head, "Use what you will, Malfoy, this will be your home for as long as you wish."

Malfoy nodded and shut the door quietly behind him. He walked to the Room of Requirement with a determined smirk on his handsome face. It was time for him to reacquaint himself with more than just the dark arts.