((A/N: alright... I understand you all want to read more... or at least some of you. I have been really stuck on what to write. I had ideas and they got deleted from my computer along with my back up chapters and the next chapter I was writing. This isn't the first time I've had my chapters deleted, and frankly it's pissing me off so... this is what you're getting: a really, really short chapter with nothing to it...

DRACO

Draco paced his room, eyeing Hermione every once in a while. She sat perched on his bed looking at the floor, her eyes never moving or blinking.

"Ok, I need to know," Draco said more sternly then he meant. "What is this about a dream?"

Hermione looked up at him with a look of a deer being caught in the headlights of a semi. "Dream?"

The boy sighed and sat by her on the bed. He almost at once regretted this choice. It was too weird sitting next to her on his bed of all places. The one girl he wanted off and on, but also the one girl he knew he couldn't have. He creased his forehead in frustration. Why did he think like this around her?

Hermione was staring at him when he looked at her. "The dream Dumbledore was talking about. Harry had it..."

She shook her head, "I'm... I turn evil."

"That's it? He's freaked over a dream like that?"

For a moment she just kept staring and then nodded. "That's basically the gist of it."

Hermione suddenly fell back on the bed in exhaustion, her hair spread across the Slytherin colored comforter. She closed her eyes tightly and balled her hands into two fists. "I'm not so sure about this jar. We should tell Dumbledore first thing in the morning. He could help."

Draco shook his head. If Dumbledore found out about the jar it would lead to his Death eater father and then to Draco himself. He'd probably be kicked out of school. "No."

"Why not?" She asked.

"We've caused enough problems so far and the year has only begun. We really shouldn't start all of the worrying. I think the school deserves a year of piece. Especially the old bag."

For a moment, Hermione's eyes narrowed in annoyance, "Dumbledore is not an old bag. You may not know him like I do, but he's helped this school out more than you can imagine. You should at least acknowledge what you've seen."

"Alright!" Draco mumbled trying to drop the subject.

He laid back so that both students where laying side by side on their backs, facing the ceiling and not looking at each other. He then moved so that he was laying on his side facing her.

Having her in his bed was something so wild to him, but wrong. He didn't know why but he couldn't help thinking how completely wrong it was. She looked up at him with sort of a confused expression as if she were feeling the same. Draco was so close to her that he could feel the heat from her own body soaking into his, smell the sweetness of her perfume, see the beauty of her-

He jumped back and sat up. What was he thinking?! He looked at Hermione for a second and she had an expression he could decipher.

She sat up and got off his bed, heading for the door.

"You are among the oddest boys I've met," With that she exited his room and closed the door softly behind her.

Draco sat there for what seemed like forever, staring at the door. He was odd, he'd have to admit, but she was by far one of the oddest creatures he'd met.

Had he almost kissed her? Would she have wanted him to?

Draco couldn't even begin to fathom the likes of Hermione Granger.

HERMIONE

Stopping in the main room, between the two head students bedrooms, Hermione looked back at Draco's door. She frowned for a moment at what had just happened. It was weird. One moment she was nervous beyond belief about Harry's dream and the jar and then the next Draco was leaning over her, his face moving ever so slowly towards hers.

For a moment she thought he would kiss her, and the truth was she wouldn't have minded one bit. It was annoying how her brain and heart worked.

He made her so mad she wanted to kill him one moment and then the next she couldn't think of anything else but being in his arms, letting him hold her tight.

(End Note: I am really really sorry for taking so long but I do try to have a life once in a while. As for the person who said I didn't need to include the part about Lucius abusing his wife ("it could have moved along fine without it")... I appreciate your comments but this is my story and it pertains to why Draco is acting the way he is. Since, as I said, it is my story, this part *IS* needed.

Thanks for being patient - to those of you that have. I enjoy all your comments... mostly.)