AN:guys,I am SO INCREDIBLY SORRY!I've been meaning to update this for a while, this chapter's been written for 2 weeks . . . but I never found time to get on the darned computer! ...stupid parents... but ooh boy am I excited!!! I can't wait to write this whole story! But I'm sure you all are just as excited to be reading it, so I'll just cut to the chase.

Oh, and sorry about that repeat of the author's note at the beginning and end, I didn't mean to do that.

And, special thanks to XxXbloody nekoXxX, Mirrorimage of Hermione, SaphiretheVampiricWerewolf, leafsgurl999, and Jessica-McConell!

Now, enough delay and onto the chapter!

Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER!!!!!!

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Later that night found Cassandra and Draco walking around the lake, talking and looking up at the stars occasionally.

"So . . . so you're saying that this plant told you that you would grow up to marry Potter – er, I mean, Harry?" said Draco in between laughs.

"Stop laughing! Yes, it told me that!" said Cassandra, blushing furiously.

"It really said, 'and you will grow up to marry the-boy-who-lived'?" said Draco, still chuckling.

"Well . . . no, it – it didn't say that," said Cassandra slowly.

"So what did it say?" asked Draco, becoming serious.

"It – it said that I would grow old with the person – the person that I loved now," explained Cassandra, blushing again.

There was a stunned silence from Draco. He stopped walking and just sort of stared at Cassandra.

'What?" asked Cassandra curiously. Draco still remained silent for a moment, and then he sat down on the edge of the lake. He patted the space of ground next to him, as if inviting Cassandra to join him, so she did so. They both just sat there staring out at the still lake for a minute, before Draco finally spoke.

"Cass, there's – there's something I should probably tell you," said Draco quietly, not meeting her eyes.

"What is it, Draco?" asked Cassandra, looking at him with sympathetic eyes.

"I've – I've never really . . . loved anyone . . . so I sort of convinced myself, I guess, that no one else never really had a 'first love' either, at least when they were still, well, school age," confessed Draco, and a pink tinge appeared in his cheeks. Cassandra suddenly, if possible, looked even more sympathetic than she already had been.

"Oh Draco, I can't believe that! Surely there's someone you've had even a tiny little crush on!" encouraged Cassandra, desperate for some hint of love in Draco.

"No, Cass, no. There's never been anyone, and there never will be anyone," stated Draco with a tone of finality. He looked close to tears, and Cassandra did notice his eyes watering. She just scooted a little closer to him and gave him a friendly hug. She could feel his shoulders shuddering from trying not to cry, but even his best efforts could not hold back the tears. He didn't sob, he didn't whimper, just silent tears were flowing down his face. The temperature had dropped dramatically since they had arrived outside, and Cassandra wrapped her cloak more tightly around her.

"Draco, if we don't go inside soon, your tears might freeze to your face," said Cassandra in an attempt to make him laugh. She did see a slight smile on his face.

"Okay," he said. "I feel like a wimp, crying in front of you."

"It's all right! After all, I am your sister," said Cassandra comfortingly. "Now, let me clean up your face a little," said Cassandra, and she let go of Draco to get out her wand, but it wasn't there.

"Looking for this?" came a voice from behind her. She turned around and gasped, seeing a black hooded-cloaked figure, holding her wand, and tried to grab Draco's hand, but she couldn't find it. She didn't dare turn back around to see where he was. Instead, she stood up and prepared to defend herself. Wand or no wand, she did know some self-defense. She attempted a kick to trip up her opponent, but he caught her leg and stopped her.

"That prophecy was right! You can't be separated!"

Although she was confused at her opponent's words, she quickly reacted with a smooth punch in the face to whomever this person was, but as she did, heard a loud splash behind her. While her opponent was delayed by her punch, she looked behind her to see Draco in the middle of the lake, and the shadow of someone running into the Forbidden Forest. She kicked her opponent hard in the stomach while he was still distracted and jumped into the lake to get Draco, which was really a very stupid thing to do, since Draco could swim to the edge just fine by himself.

She could feel the water getting colder and colder around her body . . . she looked for Draco and could not find him . . . she couldn't breathe . . . she was going to die . . .

Cassandra bolted upright, breathing heavily. It was only a dream . . . She was freezing: she had broken out in a cold sweat, and her body was drenched. Shivering, she looked around her, and saw that she was in the infirmary. Before she could wonder what she was doing there, Harry appeared in the middle of the room and rushed over to her. Cassandra guessed he had been wearing his invisibility cloak.

"Cassandra! Are you all right?" asked Harry, peering down at her.

"I'm – I'm fine Harry . . . just a nightmare . . . why am I here? What happened?" demanded Cassandra.

"Draco told Hermione, Ron, and I about it. You were talking outside, around the lake. He said that he had challenged you to a race: whoever got to the castle first won. You had said that you were tired, and didn't want to run, but he insisted that it would wake you up a little. So you two started to run, but you apparently got too tired to run anymore, stopped, and fainted. Draco didn't realize you weren't behind him until he got to the castle, and when he didn't see you there, he immediately ran back out to find you. You were lying on the bank of the lake, and your legs were in the water. He levitated you back here to the infirmary," explained Harry.

"Oh . . . all I remember is talking with him, after that, it's all blank," said Cassandra.

"Are you sure you're okay?" asked Harry.

"Yes, I'm fine!" insisted Cassandra. "I just . . . want to . . . sleep . . ." she didn't continue, for she immediately fell back down onto her pillow and fell asleep.

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"You what?" demanded a shocked Hermione the next morning at breakfast.

"I stayed up in the hospital wing under the invisibility cloak, waiting for her to wake up. Need I say it again?" replied Harry.

"Harry, I realize you care about her, Ron and I – and Draco – do too. But there was no need to wait for her to wake up and risk getting caught doing that!" scolded Hermione.

"But I didn't get caught, so can we drop it? Please?"

"Can you at least tell us what she said?" asked Ron, anxious to stop their quarrel; although, it was nice to have Hermione yelling at someone other than him for once.

"She just wanted to know what happened. And she told me she had a nightmare, but that's all," said Harry calmly. However, Harry saw both of his friends' faces tense at the word 'nightmare.'

"Oh, so now you both think that nightmares aren't normal just because of a few I've had?" asked Harry, beginning to get angry. Why did they seem to have such a problem with this little episode?

"Look, Harry, we're just a little concerned, we don't want Cassandra to have to go through what you did, too," said Hermione, her voice softening. "Did she tell you what it was about?"

"No, I don't think she wanted to talk about it. I mean, no one likes to talk about nightmares," said Harry logically.

"True, but I think I'll pay her a little visit today. Good thing it's Sunday, so she won't miss any classes," said Hermione, rising from the Gryffindor table and heading for the doors.

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Cassandra was lying in her bed, staring at the ceiling, wondering if her nightmare meant anything. She hoped it didn't . . . after all, none of her others from her childhood (that she remembered) had any significance at all. She was just about to doze off again when she heard a knock on the hospital wing doors. Judging by the fact that there were no other patients in the Infirmary at the moment, she guessed that it was either a visitor for her, or a teacher, which was much more likely. However, when Madame Pomphery let the person in, she was very pleased to see that it was Hermione. She walked over to Cassandra's bed and sat down in a chair next to it.

"Hey, Hermione," said Cassandra, happy to have someone to talk to. "Where are Harry and Ron and Draco?"

"Draco I'm not sure about, but Harry and Ron are stuffing their faces in the Great Hall," said Hermione with a laugh. Cassandra giggled, but then became serious again.

"Why did you come to see me? Something important?" she asked.

"Well, yes, actually. Harry told me that you had a nightmare, and I was wondering what it was about. I thought that maybe you could get it off of your mind by sharing it with someone."

"I dunno, Hermione . . . I don't think it's really a big deal . . ." said Cassandra hesitantly.

"You know what happened to Harry last year, Cass. I don't want that to happen to you," said Hermione quietly. Cassandra reflected back to the fifth book where Harry had so many nightmares that led to such dire consequences.

"Okay, I'll tell you what I remember," said Cassandra, making up her mind. "Draco and I were talking, sitting by the lake, and I went to get my wand, but I couldn't find it. I turned around and saw this person in a black hooded cloak standing there, and we fought a little . . . my only motivation was self-defense, though. I remember him saying something about Draco and me . . . but I can't remember what!" said Cassandra, frustrated.

"Come on, Cassandra, try to remember! It could be important!" said Hermione, who had been listening patiently.

"I'm trying!" said Cassandra, her face buried in her hands. She appeared to be thinking very hard.

"Think!" said Hermione.

"It began with a 'P,' I remember that," said Cassandra.

"P-words . . . hmm . . . Pray?" suggested Hermione.

"No."

"Proportion?

"No."

"Proper?"

"No."

"Put out?"

"No, that wasn't it either. Something more serious, I think . . ." said Cassandra, still thinking hard. There was silence from the two girls for a minute or two, before they both came up with the same revelation.

"Prophecy!" they said simultaneously.

"That was it! He said that . . . there was something about Draco and me - well, he actually said 'you two,' but I'm pretty sure he was referring to Draco and me – and a prophecy. But other than that, I can't remember anything. For all we know, he could have been referring to anyone with that prophecy!" said Cassandra. "I wish they would let me out of this stupid hospital wing so I can figure this out properly," complained Cassandra. "But, you know, it's just a nightmare. There probably isn't even a real prophecy about it. But I just want to find out for sure!"

"I know exactly how you feel, trust me," said Hermione. "When I was turned into a cat in second year, I wanted out of this hospital wing so badly so I could help out Harry and Ron. But, they figured it out anyway, while I was, well, you know . . ." she trailed off.

"Petrified?" Cassandra supplied.

"Yeah. Anyway, I'm sure you'll be out of here today, tomorrow morning at the latest. Maybe you should try to talk Madame Pomphery into getting you out now," said Hermione quietly.

"Miss Granger! You're time is up!" said Madame Pomphery, appearing from out of her office.

"Speak of the devil . . ." said Cassandra quietly, and both girls giggled.

"I'm going Madame, I'm going . . ." said Hermione, getting up and walking out of the doors.

"Madame Pomphery, is there any chance of me being released from the Infirmary today?" asked Cassandra, in the most angelic voice she could manage.

"No, Miss Calaway, you will be released tomorrow morning as scheduled," said Madame Pomphery with a tone of finality. Apparently, her most angelic voice wasn't quite angelic enough.

"But Madame, I only fainted! I really don't need to stay here any longer!" said Cassandra, now desperate.

"And you were half immersed in the lake when you were found! I am waiting for your body to completely recover from that before you are released," said Madame Pomphery, and Cassandra knew it was no use. "Now, I suggest you get some rest. It will help you heal quicker." Cassandra obediently laid her head onto the pillow and closed her eyes, but she was not going to be going to sleep for quite a while. She had way too much to be thinking about.

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AN: There you go - chapter 2 all nice and finished. I've already got chapter 3 & 4 typed as well, so expect those within the week. This is going a little faster than I had anticipated, so don't expect any more revelations for a while, okay? Until next time, XxX SpicySugar XxX.