Ch. 4 The Dream

'Maybe I should go and see what's wrong with him.' Hermione thought as she made her bed. 'He looks like he's about to die.'

"Wait, what am I saying? This is Draco Malfoy for Christ's sake," She yelled to herself. "He's called me a mudblood for years, and now I'm feeling sorry for him? What am I thinking?"

Hermione then rushed out of her room and out the common room door making way to Gryffindor tower to speak with Harry. As she got to the portrait of the fat lady, she realized that she didn't have the passwords for the houses yet.

"Password please," the fat lady asked.

"Um, I don't have the password, but I'm Head Girl, and I need to speak with Harry," Hermione tried.

"I'm sorry, but without the password, you cannot enter."

Just as this was said, Colin Creevy walked up.

"Oh, Colin, can you ask Harry to come out here, please," Hermione asked.

"Of course I can," Colin said excitedly as he looked at the fat lady, "Fizzing Wizbees."

Hermione stood outside the entrance for about 4 minutes when Harry opened the door.

"Hey 'Mione, what's up? Colin said you needed me," Harry said as the portrait closed.

"Yeah, I need some advice, Harry, and I didn't know where else to go. I hope you can forgive me for interrupting you," Hermione said as they walked. "Lets go to the library, no one's ever there on the first day of school."

"It's fine, and no, no one is there because we have no homework," Harry said.

When they reached the library, they found a nice spot towards the back to sit and talk.

"Now, what's the problem, 'Mione," Harry asked as they sat down.

"Well, did Ron tell you about Draco," Hermione asked.

"No, we haven't said a word about the little brat, why?"

"Well, when we went to the meeting on the train, Draco was acting weird. He was alone, and there was no type of expression on his face. It was like all of the emotion was drained from him. His eyes had no color in them. It was like it was simply a shell," Hermione explained, "I know that you hate him, but I really do think that there's something wrong with him, like, seriously."

"Maybe his dad finally gave him that Draco lobotomy," Harry said.

"Oh, I knew you wouldn't understand. I'm sorry for wasting your time, Harry," Hermione said as she got up.

"I'm sorry, 'Mione, maybe you should to talk to him," Harry said apologetically.

"But what would I say? I've never said anything nice to the little git. He's always been rude to me," Hermione said thinking of something to say.

"Just ask him if there's anything wrong. Maybe he'll be nice for once in his life. It's worth a try," Harry suggested.

"I can try. Thank you Harry," Hermione said and walked away.

"Just remember, I'm always here if you need me," Harry called after Hermione.

As Hermione reached the portrait, she stopped to think up exactly what she would say to Draco. When she thought of the best that she could come up with, she uttered the password to the dragon, and stepped into the common room. Draco was sitting on the couch like a statue, still expressionless. Hermione took a deep breath, and walked over to the couch to sit down. She sat on the far end of the couch and looked at Draco. He slowly looked up at her.

"What do you want, you filthy mudblood," Draco said trying to act normal; for him, at least.

"Never mind," Hermione said jumping up and going into her room.

'Why does he have to get to me like that?' Hermione thought. 'All the time, he's the only one that can get me that mad. How does he do it?'

Hermione went to sleep thinking about Draco and how he could get her that mad.

"Hermione wake up! Hermione," said a voice.

Someone was shaking her.

"Wha- who's there," Hermione said sleepily. "What's happened?"

Hermione sat up and rubbed her eyes. Harry, Ron, and Professor McGonnagall were standing around her. Each of them had a very worried look on their face.

"Hermione, did you hear anything last night? We need you to be completely honest, now Hermione," Professor McGonnagall said looking very serious.

"No, I didn't hear a thing. Why, what's happened," Hermione was very worried now. What could've happened during the night?

The Minister of Magic walked in just as she finished. Hermione pulled the covers up to cover her pajamas.

"Hermione Granger, you need to come with us," the Minister said as he picked her up out of the bed.

"What's going on? I demand to know," Hermione said, enraged that she was being treated this way.

"Hermione Granger, you are the prime suspect for the murder of Draco Malfoy," the Minister said.

"What," Hermione said in disbelief, "No, he's not dead. Draco can't be dead. He has to stay here; he has to be here for me!"

Hermione turned and ran out the door towards Draco's room. She pushed out various people who were in the way, and ran toward Draco's bed. There he was, lying in a pool of blood with a knife in one hand. She saw the cuts on his wrists. Hermione fell to her knees and wept.

"He can't be gone; I love him," She said in between tears, "He can't be gone."

Hermione woke up in a pool of tears. What did she just dream? What did it mean? Hermione sat up and wiped her face off. Just as she pulled her hands from her face, she noticed the time. She had 10 minutes to get to her first class.

Hermione jumped up and threw her clothes on. She ran through the halls and arrived in Transfiguration class just in time. She walked in, catching her breath, and sat down beside Harry and Ron.

"'Mione, you were almost late, what's up," Harry asked as she sat down.

"I had this horrible dream last night-"

"Good morning class," Professor McGonnagall interrupted.

Hermione mouthed 'I'll tell you later' to them, and looked around the room. Draco was sitting in the back of the classroom with Crabbe and Goyle. Hermione let out a sigh of relief; he was okay and not dead. He still didn't look like his usual self, but he was alive, and that was a good thing.

After class, Hermione told Harry and Ron the dream that she'd had, leaving out the fact that she said she loved him. Ron didn't seem to be too interested in the conversation, but Harry, as always, was doing the best that he could to help Hermione through it. His advice was to forget about it. He said that it was just a silly dream.

Hermione walked back to her dormitory lost in thought. She uttered the password, and walked to the desk and lay her books down and sat down. Draco walked in not long after, gave Hermione a quick glance, and rushed into his room.