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A/N: This is a lot longer than my other chapter, and much better, in my opinion. I updated this even without reviews! Although… I don't think I'm going to write anymore if I don't get any reviews because I don't know if anyone actually likes my story!

Hermione P.O.V.

At last, Hermione found Ginny after lunchtime. "Can I talk to you in private, Ginny?" asked Hermione.

"Yeah, sure," she replied, and Hermione led Ginny out of the kitchen and into the room they were sharing. Hermione sat on her magically made bed while Ginny sat at the end of her own bed. The room had many shades of pink since Ginny hadn't bothered to update its look when she started Hogwarts. Hesitantly, Hermione started…

"What does it mean if you like a guy… But, you dream of someone else?"

Ginny looked at Hermione curiously, but didn't ask her why she was asking her about this. "I don't think it means anything, Hermione. That's why they say, 'It's just a dream.'"

"But what if… You'd never think you'd ever dream of a certain guy, but you dream of him instead of the guy you like?"

"Hermione… Could you just tell me what you dreamed about?" asked Ginny.

"It's kind of embarrassing…"

"Oh, c'mon, Hermione! You've known me for years!"

Hermione nodded and told Ginny her story… "And, when he was about to kiss me, I woke up!" When she finished, Hermione's cheeks turned a deep crimson. All Ginny did was sit there, staring into space. But, that was just Ginny's way of thinking. She always just looked out of it. Sometimes, it unnerved her.

"I don't think it means anything… Just don't tell Ron. He might take it the wrong way, " Ginny replied, laughing at the thought of Ron. "Anyway, we're going to Diagon Alley soon."

Hermione nodded and grabbed her purse. Together, they headed downstairs.

Draco's P.O.V.

Draco stared into his melted bowl of ice cream; still stirring the contents not fully realizing it had already turned into soup. He thought of Pansy and wondered why he never dreamt of her. Sure, she was annoying, but she loved him, right? Why would he dream of a mudblood he hated. Or does he? Maybe, he's grown to like her. She never really was ugly… But, she wasn't pureblood.

Draco sighed and looked out the window. The day didn't resemble his dreams. It was gray and bleak, not at all happy.

"Draco… Aren't you going to eat your ice cream?" asked his mother.

"No… I don't really feel like it."

She nodded and waved her wand over the bowl, making it clean. The next minute, the bowl hid safely in the cupboard.

"Draco… You okay?"

"Fine," he said, his thoughts a million miles away.

"Hi there," Draco said to his bushy haired female. He smiled as she looked at him from their usual meeting place. "Have I ever told you how beautiful you look in this light?"

"No," she said, snuggling up to him as he sat down, wrapping his arms around her.

"Well, you do," he finished lamely. Their conversation ended there in a comfortable silence. They watched the waves from lake go back and forth, listened to the wind ruffling the leaves on the nearby trees, and breathed in each other's scents.

"School starts tomorrow," Hermione said softly.

"I know," he said, watching as she turned around to look at him. He leaned in slowly and pressed his lips gently against hers. His mind jumped around quickly in the excitement but never got a chance to deepen the kiss as an older woman's voice sounded in the background.

"Drakkie… Get up Drakkie…"

Draco's eyes crept open as bright light hit his eyes. He moaned, closing his eyes again.

"Draco! You're leaving for school today!" his mom shrieked. "Get up!"

Draco jumped with a start. He hated it when his mom's voice reached that high level. On his way to the bathroom, his mom shoved a bundle of clothes to him. He muttered something incomprehensible to her before he closed the bathroom door.

Gray eyes watched him as he moved in front of his mirror, and he stood closer, watching himself. Do my dreams mean anything? He wondered. Where does this put Pansy?

Rubbing his eyes, he turned the shower taps, and stepped inside as the shower released the warmth he needed upon his cold skin. He sighed with content, letting the water rush down his body, washing his thoughts away for the few moments he spent in there.

Hermione's P.O.V.

The trio quickly walked the length of the train before finding an empty compartment. Hermione and Ron apologized to Harry for having to leave him, and of course Harry said, "It's okay," because Ginny would keep him company. Ron seemed to notice this before he and Hermione left. He thought about saying something and thought better of it. Ginny could've dated someone else… Someone Ron didn't trust. But no, she's dating Harry, and Harry's better than any other bloke she could date.

Moments later, Hermione and Ron reached the prefects' compartment and slid open the door. There Hermione stood, face to face with Draco.