(A/N: Thanks to all of my wonderful reviewers! I love you all! I didn't really read this chapter over, let's hope for minimal mistakes!)

"Hermione!" A voice called from behind her. When she turned, she was face to face with Ron and Harry.

"What are you two doing here? You shouldn't be here until later,"

"Dumbledore thought it would be nice for you to have your two friends here," Harry told her.

Hermione smiled the biggest smile she'd done all summer. It was so great to have her friends here with her, so great that, for a moment she forgot all her troubles.

"Why don't you just tell her the real reason," Ron said. When she looked at him she could see the paleness of his face.

Something wasn't right.

Harry elbowed Ron in the side causing him to fall to the ground in pain. Hermione was sure he was over exaggerating a bit, but it sounded like it hurt.

"Real reason?" The headgirl's stomach turned as she asked the simple question.

"To," Harry paused and looked down at Ron. "Just to say congrats and-"

Ron stood up, fully recovered. "Harry had a dream about you,"

"I can't see how a dream is of consequence here," Hermione's face was etched with annoyance now. "What's really going on Harry?"

"He really did have a dream about you! He dreamed-"

Thwack! Harry had really elbowed Ron this time.

"That's it!" She snapped and grabbed her wand from her robes. "Bindicus!"

An invisible force bound Harry's legs together first, then his hands. In a few moments he was in an uncomfortable squatting position with his hands bound between his legs. He looked up at Hermione, clearly perturbed with being bound this way.

"Ron, are you ok?" She asked, not taking her eyes off of Harry.

Groping his side, Ron nodded.

"Good. Now Harry, I want to know what is going on."

"I had a horrible dream about you last night."

Harry could feel his muscles stiffening as he was scrunched into this awful pose. His throat constricted as he prepared to tell Hermione of the dream he had a few nights ago.

He walked through the empty great hall. Where Dumbledore sat during feasts, sat Hermione dressed in a black gown. Her neck was dressed in many necklaces. Only was stood out to him. It was a long silver chain that, at the end, was decorated with the dark mark pendant. Around Hermione sat many people, but most of the faces were blurry. He saw one though: Lucius Malfoy. Lucius sat in the seat closest to her, smiling down at Harry. When Harry turned he saw Ginny and Ron, behind them stood a few other students whose faces he couldn't make out.

On the opposite side of the hall stood most of the Slytherin population and various other students from Hogwarts along with a few other teachers.

Everyone looked to Hermione who sat tall in her seat with an evil grin upon her lips.

"Attack!" She yelled. As she did the hoard of students on the opposite side of the great hall flew towards Harry's side.

"That doesn't mean anything, Harry," Hermione said as he wrapped up his story. She knelt by him and waved her wand making the invisible binds disappear.

Harry stood up and stretched. His neck would hurt for weeks now.

"In my dream I knew you were evil though,"

"It was just a dream," Hermione tried to reason. "I have weird dreams about-"

"Tell her what happened after the dream," Ron interrupted.

"My scar started to burn. Hermione, I'm not saying you will turn evil or anything." He paused looking for the right words. "Dumbledore just figured it would be better if you had someone looking after you."

"I think I can take car of myself." She stood and looked at her two best friends. "There's no reason to believe your dream even hints at reality."

"Dumbledore seems to believe in it enough," Harry told her.

"He's only trying to keep you safe, Mione," Ron tried.

"Yes, I know," She gave them a quick smile. "Well, I guess I should put the two of you to good use. We have a hall to decorate and a feast to prepare for."

Harry gave Ron a warning look as Hermione turned from them and started for the great hall. He was happy it had gone pretty well with her, but annoyed at his friend for not keeping his mouth shut.

"Don't you know how to keep your mouth closed?" Harry asked in a near whisper.

"Don't you know how to keep your hands to yourself?" Ron rolled his eyes and started after Hermione.

Hermione entered the great hall with her Ron and Harry right behind her.

"I'm warning you," She said as she turned to them. "If you can't act decent around Draco then you can leave now.

"Draco? Since when do you call him Draco?" Ron asked, eyeing Hermione suspiciously.

She hadn't meant to call Draco by his first name. "Grow up Ron. You're a seventh year and so am I. Being as how I am also headgirl along with Draco Malfoy I have to give him some sort of respect."

"He never gave you and sort of respect,"

"I'm being the bigger person,"

"I-"

"Shut up, Ron!" Hermione snapped and turned for the front of the room. Normally she wouldn't have really cared about Ron's behavior but she was concerned about Harry's dream.

She knew how awful things happened all the time at Hogwarts. 'What happens if this year it's my fault?' The head girl came to the seat where Dumbledore sat at feasts and looked back at her friends. The two of them looked back at her like Harry's dream had already come true.

With that she promised Harry's dream would never come true.

"Oh boy," Draco's drawl came from the opposite side of the room.

As Hermione looked up she saw Draco, carrying a bag on his back, standing behind Harry and Ron. The two of them spun around. She couldn't see there faces, but she could already see Harry out his arm in front of Ron to stop him from going at Malfoy.

Draco wasn't concerned about them though, she could easily see that his eyes were focusing of her. She immediately turned away. This was going to be interesting.

As soon as he had stepped into the room he knew there would be no talking to Hermione about the jar. He was uncertain about what was in it but he wanted the two of them to check out the library for any clues on what the contents might be. Nope.... that was going to be impossible.

"Do you really need this two twits with you wherever you go?" He asked and started towards her. "It's enough that I have to work with just you, but now I have the three of you to deal with."

"Why don't you call your daddy?" Ron asked. "He fixes everything doesn't he?"

"At least I have a dad that cares enough to do something about it," He turned around to look at Harry. "At least I have a father. Isn't that right Harry?"

"Would you all please leave?" Hermione interrupted.

Everyone's eyes went to her. "It's hard enough having to work with just Malfoy's Drawling, I can't stand the three of you arguing with each other."

No one moved. "Leave... now!" Her voice had rose quite a bit between the two words. Enough to make Harry and Ron start for the door.

Malfoy stood still. "We are supposed to work on this together." He walked up to her.

Harry and Ron were standing in the doorway watching.

"Why, so you can taunt me more? Get out of my face, Malfoy."

"I think you'd be upset if I got out of your face," He said low enough so her bodyguards couldn't hear.

"I think that I'd appreciate it if you would just leave me alone for the rest of the year." Her voice was cold and stern.

"If that's what you really want."

"Get out of my face," She repeated and pushed passed him, racing for the door.

He watched her run away and her two friends chase after her. He set down the bag which contained the jar. He didn't even know why he was holding it. Why had Hermione even trusted him with a jar that had the dark mark embedded in it? Was she crazy to let something unknown to the both of them in his hands? Draco left the jar there and walked out of the room. Maybe she wouldn't be so mad if she had the jar.

(And so this chapter ends. I must say it was pretty lame... I don't remember were I was going with this story so I'm doing the best I can! Review!)