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Recap: Draco Malfoy was then strongly tempted to kiss Hermione Granger as he took in her features once more. Without wasting another second, he did just that.

The Slytherin then got what he deserved; a hard earned slap across his cheek that made him stumble backwards.

Hermione quickly left with a huff, leaving Draco in the classroom. His cheek singed with pain.

As Draco Malfoy left the classroom, he then suddenly realized that Hermione Granger had kissed him back for a second before hitting him.

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Two days has passed after Draco and Hermione's peculiar meeting. Since then, neither wanted to talk about nor hear about it. And yet, both kept it in their memories until it lasted.

Hermione was never alone now when she was walking along the corridors, and if she came up to the Heads common room, she would go straight in her room and lock herself shut.

Draco on the other hand tried to seek solace, and wherever he tried to find it, somehow, it would always lead to Hermione.

By now, the Slytherin was getting a headache. He had to empty his thoughts of Hermione Granger. Everything he saw or anything he did, would remind him of the Head girl.

--Oh Merlin, it seems like I'm thinking of her like a past lover.-- Draco thought while he was chopping up grubs in potions. In frustration and anger, Draco accidentally chopped off two of his fingers.

Draco bit out an angry yell while Hermione watched as his fingers bled profusely from the other side.

Snape sent him to Madam Pomfrey and Draco glad fully went out of the classroom. --At least Granger won't be in the Hospital Wing--

Blood trails followed him all the way to the Hospital Wing.

Soon, Draco was lying on one of the beds as he watched his two complete fingers move to his will. The school nurse then shooed him out seeing that the Slytherin's fingers had healed completely.

As Draco made his way back to the classroom, he found out that class has already ended early. The Slytherin then packed his books and made his way out.

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"You have got to try some of this, Draco." Suggested Goyle brandishing a plate at the blonde.

Draco looked at it and scowled slightly at wavy noodles which were coated in brown sauce.

--I can't believe it, even the food is getting to me.-- Still scowling, the blonde looked away.

"This is unhealthy, Draco." Pansy said as she watched Draco.

"What is?" asked Draco as he turned to Pansy --The fact that I'm obsessing over something like Granger?--

"You not eating." Pansy answered "It's like you're thinking somewhere else."

"Yeah," agreed Blaise. "And this time, I know it's not about Quidditch right, Draco?" The dark haired boy then raised an eyebrow.

This only made Draco scowl even more.

"What do you know about?" The blonde snapped. If looks could kill, Blaise Zabini would have been lying face down on his meal dead. --If only he was--

On the other hand, Blaise just looked back with the never ceasing smirk. When Blaise knew that no one was looking at him except for Draco, the dark haired boy mouthed "Granger."

Draco didn't even realize that he was standing up and had his wand out and pointed out and on Blaise's chest. Draco was just about to cast a spell that would expel him out of Hogwarts but then the spell was cut short.

"Draco Malfoy!" shouted a loud voice. Draco never took his eyes of Blaise.

"Stop this right now!" the voice said even louder than before. Calming his breathing, Draco slowly lowered his wand and looked at the voice.

Dumbledore's eyes burned with heat. Draco then realized that every eye in the Great Hall was looking at him. Especially the Head Girl, who looked back down on the plate as Draco's gaze quickly fell on her.

Looking away, Draco turned his attention back to the Headmaster.

"Come with me now." Was all the Headmaster said and walked out of the Great Hall.

Following Dumbledore minutes later, Dumbledore and Draco stopped at the Grand Staircase.

Turning to face the adolescent Slytherin, Dumbledore asked calmly "Would you care to explain what happened just now?"

"Blaise provoked me, sir" Was the answer that Draco gave.

Perhaps the Headmaster didn't care much, because Dumbledore didn't even enquire what was provoking the Head Boy or seem to want to know anything with that matter.

"I will not have this kind of behavior in school, not to mention from a Head Boy nonetheless." The Headmaster said.

"Yes, Professor." Replied Draco with his head down. "I will try and not do a scene like that again."

--Try--

Dumbledore then seemed calmer as usual. Draco could then notice a small smile hidden behind the beard of the Headmaster.

"Now," Said the Headmaster "I will remove 20 house points from Slytherin."

Draco gave a small nod.

"But I'm sure some cooperation with the Head girl would be much appreciated and could help in earning back those points." Dumbledore said.

Never waiting for a reply from the Head Boy, Dumbledore left Draco at the foot of the Grand Staircase.

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Draco's headache got even worse as he couldn't even walk straight back to the common room.

Entering the common room, Draco fell unconscious on the couch.

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Draco felt like he was being pulled under, like some sort of force pulling him deeper into something.

Draco then felt coldness sweeping through him. Draco knew that he didn't hold his breath long enough.

Draco tried keep his remaining breath as long as he could, but in the next moment, he felt the taste of water on his lips and then going through his nose and flowing into his lungs.

Draco wasn't even sure if he had his eyes opened, because all he could see was darkness and blurry figures. He tried to move but he felt like he was trapped in binds that could not be loose easily.

Just then, he felt something around his waist become tighter and tighter, squeezing his pressured lungs and ribcage.

But by now, the pressure upon his lungs was too much for him to handle. He felt his body give up on whatever strength he had left as he felt his lungs burst inside of him.

He felt himself slip away and suddenly feel colder than before.

After what felt like hours, he heard someone say "Hermione?" He noted the way the voice sounded worried. "Oh my god, Hermione!"

Then after what felt like a few seconds of wandering aimlessly nowhere, he felt himself come back into his cold self. He no longer felt lost like he did a few seconds ago.

He then heard a voice said "Well, Ms Granger, she's been dead a few hours before she even came out of that lake, check her pulse now Dumbledore."

Draco felt and hear his own heartbeat beating. Why would he be breathing if it wasn't? Draco remained still with his eyes closed

But instead of feeling Hermione's pulse, Draco felt Dumbledore's fingers on the base of his neck.

"But how is that possible…? She's alive."

It took Draco a moment to fully understand what had just happened.

A dawning realization shocked him.

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Draco woke up to sweat drenched all over his body like he had been running for his lifetime.

It was only then that he was not the only one in the common room.

He heard Hermione mutter incoherent words that had sent tinges up his spine. After a minute, Hermione shot up awake,covered in sweat.

Both stared at each other for some time before noticing that the night sky outside was in a totally different color.

Draco walked up to the window and Hermione followed minutes later.

As both Head Boy and Head Girl looked up in the sky, they saw bands of red and green light that looked all too familiar.

But now, the bands or red and green were intertwining with each other, mixing in each other and yet remaining the same color.

"It feels like, I've seen this somewhere before." Said Hermione softly.

Draco agreed with her by nodding his head slightly.

An image then went into his mind and it played like a lost memory.

He stood in the shadows while Hermione sat under it as they both watched the shimmering lights appear in the sky.

Hermione turned to look at him "You were there as well?" She asked. Draco could only nod silently.

Draco felt the aura around her become stronger than ever before and Draco was tempted to kiss her once again.

Before the Slytherin could even lean in, Hermione walked away and the Northern Lights disappeared abruptly.

"I have this feeling that when I'm around you, it…draws me towards you in some kind of way." Hermione said to herself as she was walking away.

"And it was only after the Northern Lights that first appeared in the sky that these 'feelings' came along. I started feeling it when you came in the Hospital Wing the same night after." She continued as she sat down on the couch.

Draco looked out the window and noticed that there were no signs that the Northern Lights had appeared just moments ago. The Slytherin then turned to look at Hermione.

--Was Granger feeling alright?--

Draco strode over to the couch he had passed out on.

"Why were you here in the first place?" asked Draco.

"I had this terrible headache as I made my way back here. I didn't even know how I managed to reach the couch." She answered.

Draco then observed Hermione's features turn into a very small frown. "Why were you here as well? Not to mention drenched in sweat like me?" She asked.

"I had the same feeling with you I guess." The blonde answered shrugging his shoulders a bit. "I had a bad nightmare."

If only either Hermione Granger or Draco Malfoy realized that they were talking civilly with each other.

Hermione nodded slightly and glanced at herself.

She then got up and made her way to her bedroom.

By now Draco was wide awake with his headache gone, he just sat at the couch and was then deep in thought.

--Why was I dreaming about Granger? Becoming Granger's spirit also for that matter. But when and how did she die? --

Hermione walked to the bathroom and locked the door.

--Did she have the same dream as I had?--

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