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A/N Thank you to everyone who reviewed my story. I appreciate every single comment made. The last chapter was so hard for me to write, so I hope it was worth it. Happy Reading.

An ominous morning…

"HERMIONE…"

"HERMIONE"

I felt sick; I was going to throw up right there. I was sweating and my eyes were full of tears. I was tired of the whole situation. And I was going to run away regardless.

"HERMIONE"

Why had I been so stupid the last few months? I felt used and worthless.

"HERMIONE…Wake Up!"

I was shaken awake by those strong hands I came to love. I opened my eyes and looked at him. He looked worried.

"Are you alright? You were screaming in your sleep, crying, telling someone you were leaving and not coming back. What is wrong?"

Tearfully, I looked around and found that I was in my own bed. My heart nearly stopped. Had that been a dream? My heart was still pounding in my chest. I didn't know what to say to him. Should I tell him about my dreams, which obviously translated my greatest fears? I didn't know if I should let him in on that.

"Oh, just a nightmare" I said looking into his eyes for comfort.

"What about?" he asked, very concerned.

"I failed all my N.E.W.T.S. and tried to leave the school." I didn't know why I wasn't telling him the truth.

"Well write it down, we have potions this afternoon and you will need it for our assignment to be complete." he grinned at me. "Hungry?"

"Starved, by the way, what did you dream about, I have a feeling Snape gave us the nightmare potion."

"Yeah, I think so too" he said "I dreamt I was being chased by a dragon. Let's eat breakfast and get going."

Draco was of coarse lying. He had the most realistic nightmare he had ever had. He had woken up at 3 in the morning, sweating profusely, screaming at the top of his lungs. He had walked in on Hermione and the weasel, kissing in each others arms. She had laughed at him and told him she had always loved Ron and she used him to make Ron jealous. He had flown into a fit of rage and punched the weasel until his lifeless body slumped to the floor. Hermione had cried and ran to get help. He stood there looking at the weasel, knowing he was dead. He was no better than his father. He was a murderer. Seeing the look of horror on Hermione's face had woken him up. His heart had been pounding, and Hermione's pale stark face was embedded in his mind. But, it had only been a dream, and he was here with her now, eating breakfast in her bed, calming her down from her dream. He would kill Snape if he ever did that again.

It was all a dream, I thought, 'thank Merlin.' I have never felt so empty and alone in my life. He sat with me on my bed and ate breakfast in near silence. Every now and then he would reach his hand over and touch mine to comfort me. I knew the dream meant more than it seemed on the surface. I needed to tell Ron and Harry soon about my love for Draco, and we needed to have a heart to heart.
"Draco, I have been thinking, I am going to tell Ron and Harry about us, and I want you to tell Zabini and Pansy too. I am tired of hiding this. I have never been so happy in my life; I want them to accept it, to accept you. You helped us win against Voldemort, and for that alone they should be thanking you. But above that, you have made their best friend the happiest person in the world, and they need to know that." I smiled weakly at this, knowing it would not be as easy as all this. Years of torture and teasing by Draco and his goons had built up a wall that was not soon to be torn down. But I had forgiven him, and fell in love. I hoped Ron and Harry would just forgive.

"Zabini and Pansy already know Hermione. I told them around Christmas, I showed them the snowflake necklace. They understood that it was private, and Pansy even congratulated me. She told me she will always care about me, but she started seeing someone else and she's happy."

My mouth almost dropped. He had told everyone about me. I was the only one hiding anymore. Tears flowed freely again. But this time it was for a better reason.

"I can't believe you told them. I didn't think you were ready." I sobbed.

"I have been ready for years." he whispered in my ear, "I just never knew it"

I stood up and hugged him.

"We had better get ready for classes. I want to talk to Ron and Harry after our last class today." I looked outside. A cold rain had begun to fall outside my window.

I ran down to the entry hall and had a weird feeling of déjà vu. Ron and Harry were standing in the doorway going into the great hall. I hoped this would not be a repeat of that dream.

"Oi, Ron, Harry wait up."

They turned their heads and looked up at me.

"Please wait, talk to me" I caught up with them, trying to catch my breath.

They just stood there, speechless.

"I need to talk to you guys; can you meet me in the library after potions? It's a matter of life and death. Please."

They both agreed and we chose to meet in the library after potions was finished. About 4 pm.

Potions went by quickly and Snape seemed to enjoy that I had such horrible dreams the previous night, if he only knew the true dream I had. I glanced at Draco during class; he looked nervous and slightly paler than usual. I slipped him a little note;

You okay?

Yeah, just reliving that dream was terrible.

About the dragon?

Yes, it was horrible; I don't want to ever go through that again.

We had almost got caught by Snape, but I vanished the note quickly when I saw him approaching our table. Class was dismissed and we got an A on our potion assignment. I had a feeling it was I was partnered with Snape's favorite student. As we were walking out Ron and Harry were still glaring at me. I mouthed to Draco 'I'm meeting them in the library, I will see you tonight. Love you.' he mouthed 'love you too' before setting off for a late afternoon snack.

I nervously waited for Ron and Harry at our favorite table in the library.