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A/N: Okay, so I actually reread EVERYTHING in this story, and I admit, it wasn't as bad as I thought. My last chapter could have been better, but I can make it go uphill from there. So to everyone who asked me to continue: This chapter is dedicated to you!

Now… On with the story.

Chapter Five:

Hermione's POV

Dearest Hermione,

I can see you standing beneath a golden sun, wrapped within my strong embrace… But only in my dreams.

Every time I think that you're never going to be with me, my heart fills with pain. It's like a blade stabbing repeatedly in my heart.

I know the only place you and I will ever be together is in my dreams, for you would never return my feelings.

Now, I will leave you to ponder this letter… Perhaps someday, I'll tell you who I am.

Love always,

Your Frog Prince

"Frog Prince? You have a frog prince, Hermione?" Ginny teased, and fell over laughing. Why would anyone choose their penname as "Your Frog Prince?" Doesn't he have better ideas than that? Apparently not.

"Oh stop, Gin," Hermione said; although, she couldn't help smiling. The frog prince idea was rather ridiculous. "Perhaps we're not giving it as much credit as it deserves. It could be clever for all we know."

"How is something like that clever?"

"I… don't know. Do we know anyone who could be a frog prince?"

This gave Ginny a giggling fit, but when she started to down, she shrieked, "Malfoy!"

Hermione shook her head and forced a laugh; alas, her laughter came a little too late, and Ginny noticed.

Ginny's laughter ceased. "You're not still on about him, are you?"

"I… I don't know how I feel. I know I shouldn't like him because of our history, but something just kind of calls me to him; I just can't sort through all these emotions!" Hermione explained, holding her pillow up to her face while falling backwards on her bed. "Being a teenager sucks. I can't wait till I'm married."

"What if you're married to Draco?"

"Shut up, Gin," Hermione said, throwing a pillow at Ginny's head.

To Hermione's surprise, Ginny threw one back, resulting in a massive pillow fight where only feathers were left.

Draco's POV

"Hi, Drakkie," Pansy cooed, and placed her hand on top of his.

Draco resisted the urge to snatch his hand away because he needed Pansy for his plan. Instead, he smiled at Pansy when she sat next to him. Smiled when she complained about homework; smiled when she said something about Goyle and Crabbe.

But, Pansy was an idiot. She didn't notice that Draco was masking his true emotions and thoughts from his face. If she could, she probably would probably talk anyway. She needed someone to listen to her.

Throughout Pansy's detailed account of her day, Draco looked to the Gryffindor dining table and noticed Hermione wasn't sitting with Weasel and Potty, and fixed his eyes on the door, eager to see her arrival.

As lunch ended, Draco felt disappointed that Hermione hadn't shown up. Sighing, he escorted Pansy back to the common room.

When they reached the common room, Draco told Pansy he had a headache and was going to lye down in his dorm. Draco didn't see the disappointment in her eyes as he left her to sit in the commons without him.

However, Draco did not have a headache… He simply felt trapped. All these years of thinking he hated Hermione had turned out to be a set of false emotions. How can his own emotions play tricks on him? They're his thoughts after all, but it turns they weren't real. And, after all these years, how was he supposed to make Hermione forget their past and accept him? How?

Draco kicked the leg of his bed, which didn't help to relieve his frustration. Angrily, he sat on the edge of his bed, taking his shoe off his left foot to rub his toes. When the pain left, he stood up to look out the window. There was a tower that stood against the setting sun, and Draco pretended that it was the Gryffindor tower. This thought brought a smile to Draco's lips, and he pressed the tips of his fingers on his lips, remembering the dream that allowed him to kiss her.

Only a dream… But a good dream.

Another Author's Note: Sorry this was so short… I just thought I'd surprise you all. And… I would have written more, but since I'm going to be busy this weekend, I need to do my homework now.

Oh, and one more thing.

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