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A/N: Ok, so sorry it took me so long to update, but I don't have school this week and I have been working for my dad on taxes and shit. But if you are really nice and review, then I will try to get chapter 9 up by tomorrow, which I know you all will like, because it has a steamy hot make out scene, muahaha.

On with the story, eh?

Enjoy!

Chapter 8

The Truth and HIS Giggle

After the kiss in the bathroom, Hermione felt completely different about Malfoy. She didn't know what to do anymore. She had had another night of rest, for her usual nightmares were actually dreams. She did not think of it as such a bad thing anymore.

To be married to Malfoy.

For that is what her dreams were about, she had dreams that when she was older, she was married to Malfoy. She was a Malfoy. She had two kids with him, it was odd, but she thought it was horrible. Why would she want to marry and have kids with him? It was something she thought was not even possible.

She thought of them only as nightmares, and would wake up shaking at the feeling of them, she hated the thought. But after that kiss, she felt different, like it might not be all that bad. But she needed to get that idea out of her head, because she was in love with Ron.

This made her remember her other nightmare slightly, she had a feeling it had to do something with Ron, but she wasn't sure what. It was obviously something bad, because why else would she wake up in a cold sweat, shaking.

When she got up, she was rested, she felt good and she happily went down to breakfast.

"Hermione, you're happy again."

"I know Harry."

"No more nightmares?"

"No, just dreams last night."

"Oh, what were they about?"

"They were about Ma—my boyfriend. Ron. They were about Ron."

"Oh, well I guess that's good."

"Where is Ron?"

"He is going to be down in a minute. He was up all night doing his charms homework."

"Oh, I was supposed to help him with that, wasn't I?"

"Yeah, but its ok, he got it done, he's just a little tired. Speak of the devil…"

"Hey Harry, Hermione," Ron said as he kissed his girlfriend and sat down.

"Hi Ron, I'm sorry about the charms homework."

"Oh, its ok. Lavender said that you were feeling horrible last night."

"Oh, that."

"Hermione, I thought you said you only had dreams last night," Harry said.

"Yeah, well, I had a really bad nightmare, I couldn't get back to sleep, and I was covered from head to toe in sweat, so I went to take a shower."

"Okay, then why did you say you were okay."

"Well, when I was in the bathroom, I…"

"You?"

"I felt relaxed, and when I went back to sleep, I didn't have anymore nightmares."

"Well, that's good."

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Was she telling them? No, of course she wouldn't tell, she would just look over the whole fact that they had kissed at all. And now Draco had to be nice to them. Civil. How was she going to cover for that?

Draco was going to make sure that the other two thirds of the trio found out what Hermione did last night. He was going to be extra nice, and he was going to make sure that Potter and Weasel found out just what their perfect Hermione had done. It was, after all, her half of the bet for him to be nice. Not thinking that it would give him the perfect chance to ruin her relationship with the Weasel.

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On their way to potions, Hermione was talking to the boys about her dreams, well, her old nightmares. She couldn't let them know that they were actually slowly becoming a good thing.

"So, in one dream, I was in a house dress, I was making breakfast. My kids came downstairs, two of them, and they were beautiful children. I call for my husband to come downstairs and when I realize who it is, I start screaming."

"Who is it?" the boys asked eagerly.

"Malfoy," she whispered.

"Eww…no wonder you weren't getting any sleep Hermione."

"I know, they were so horrible, I wanted to throw up."

"Oh my gods, I feel so sorry for you Hermione."

"Its ok, I've been getting used to them. I just don't know if I can stand them much longer."

"Well, maybe you can do something about it."

"Like what?" Hermione asked.

"Like killing Malfoy."

"Why would you want to kill me Potter?" They heard Malfoy say from behind them. Hermione secretly wished that he had not heard what her dream was about.

"Well, I have a lot of reasons. But in particular…"

"Malfoy, aren't you supposed to be nice?"

"What?" Harry and Ron looked at her as though she was crazy.

"But I was being nice, Granger. It was Potter who threatened to kill me."

"He was joking."

"No I wasn't," Harry interrupted. "Anyway, why is he supposed to be nice to us?"

"A bet, Potter."

"Ah, so you lost?"

"No, I won."

"So you wanted to be nice to me?" Harry asked in confusion.

"No, Granger won too."

"How can you both win a bet?"

"Granger would you like to take this one?" Draco said to Hermione.

"No thank you, you can." Hermione said and Draco leaned in close to Hermione's ear.

"If I tell them, I'm not leaving out any details," he whispered.

"Fine, I'll tell them," she said angrily to the blonde. "Okay, Harry, Ron, you remember when I told you I went to the bathroom to take a shower last night?"

"Yes," they answered hesitantly

"Well, stupid Malfoy ended up in the wrong bathroom and decided to take a shower in the girl's bathroom." Draco nudged her with his elbow. "Or so I thought," she said more at Draco then the other two.

"Then what?"

"Well, when he got out of the shower and asked me what I was doing in the boy's bathroom, I told him he was in the girl's bathroom and we made a bet on it."

"What bet?"

"A bet to what bathroom we were in. Anyway, when we went to check, we saw that they had combined the bathrooms."

"They did?"

"Yeah, they combined them to be one bathroom."

"So?"

"So, we both won/lost the bet. My half of the bet was that he would have to be nice to us for a week."

"And my half was that she would have to kiss me," Draco said happily.

Ron's reaction was exactly was Draco was hoping for. Ron dropped his jaw and looked at his slave master for an agreement.

"Its true, so I had to kiss him and now he's being nice to us."

"You kissed Malfoy?" Ron asked as though Draco wasn't there anymore.

"Yes, it was for the bet Ron, I can't take it back."

"But why did you agree to that in the first place?"

"Because I didn't know that they switched the bathrooms on me, I thought I was in the right bathroom."

"But Hermione, you kissed him?"

"Yes Weasel, she did, for two whole minutes."

"What? Hermione, please tell me he's lying," Ron asked.

"Draco, you're not being nice," Hermione said softly.

"Oh, I'm sorry. What am I supposed to say? Yes, Ron, she did, for two whole minutes?"

"Hermione, he's lying right?"

"No, he's not."

"How could you do that to me?"

"It was a stupid bet, Ron."

"So, you shouldn't have made it."

"Ron, I told you, I thought I was in the right bathroom."

"Hermione, I just…don't want to talk to you right now."

"Ron! It was nothing!" But Ron was already gone down the hall, and turning into the potions classroom, with Harry close behind him.

"Well, that went great," Draco said in triumph.

"Shut up, you ass, now I have to talk to Ron. Do you know how hard this is going to make things for me?"

"Good morning to you, too, Granger," he said happily as he walked away from her, leaving her fuming in the hall.

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How could she do this to him? She was his girlfriend; she just couldn't go snogging people like Malfoy. Why would she do something like that?

Ron was completely pissed. Especially when Hermione sat down next to Malfoy in the front of the class. He knew they were partners, but he wasn't thinking about that right now, she should have come and talked to him. Not went and talked to that git.

He was going to get Malfoy for this. He was going to hurt him; he was going to make him pay. Hermione would not be taken from him that easily. She was his, and she was going to stay that way.

Forever.

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"Why would go along and do that?"

"I was just conversing with your friends."

"You ass, you know what I mean, now Ron is going to be pissed at me, and you too."

"So, what is your little slave going to do to me?"

"You would be surprised, he can do a lot of things when he's angry," she said softly.

"Like what?"

"Nothing, just…can we get to work?"

"Yeah," Draco said, but he wanted to know that Weasel had done.

The class went by slowly. Hermione avoided all of the questions that Draco asked her, and he was getting slightly angry, so finally he asked the one that would have to get her attention.

"Why would it be a nightmare?"

"What?"

"Why would it be a nightmare?"

"Why would what be a nightmare?"

"Being married to me?"

"You heard that?"

"Yeah, I was walking behind you. Is that why you have looked so horrible?"

"No, that is just the nightmare that I can remember, there are many other ones, but I can never remember what they are about. I know I have had one with something about Ron dying."

"That one sounds like a dream to me," Draco said with a smirk.

"Now that definitely wasn't nice."

"I'm sorry. But it's true."

"For you, not for me."

"So you never answered my question."

"What question?"

"I don't see why everyone thinks you're so smart, you can't even think of a question I just asked you. I asked you why it would be so bad."

"I don't know, I just…you were my enemy, I hated you."

"Wait, 'were,' 'hated,' does that mean that I am not longer your enemy and you no longer hate me?"

"No, that's not what I meant."

"I think it is. So if you had such bad dreams last night, then why would you look good today instead of horrible?"

"Because when I got back from my shower, I was relaxed."

"And"

"And? And nothing."

"Sure, you're not telling me something," Draco said.

"And why should I tell you anything about me?"

"Because I was in your dreams."

"Nightmares," Hermione corrected.

"Whatever, that gives me some sort of access to your personal life."

"No, it doesn't."

"Oh, I think it does. Ok, if I tell you something, then will you tell me something?"

"I guess we can make a fair trade, depending on what it is that you tell me."

"Ok, well, last night after, you know, I was thinking about it, and I actually wanted to kiss you again. I ran after you to your common room, but you were in before I could get to you, then that stupid chubby lady wouldn't let me in," he grumped.

"You wanted to kiss me again?" Hermione asked in surprise.

"Yes, now you have to tell me something."

"Wait, you wanted to kiss me again?"

"I already said yes, now tell me something."

"I wanted to kiss you again too," she blurted out.

"You did?"

"Yeah, that's why I got such a good nights sleep. I was thinking about…you."

"You were?" This surprised Draco very much.

"Yes," she giggled.

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Ron watched them in their little conversation. He could not understand why she was laughing at him. She was giggling HIS giggle, to their worst enemy. Oh, he would get them for this. He would make sure Hermione knew that she was his, Ron's, not Malfoy's.

A/N: I know that was a little corny, but I had to do it, next chapter will be better, I promise.

Lemons Loves,

Brittany