Okay, I'm reposting this story because there has been a major mistake, which I've only now realised. Well, to me it seemed major anyway. And I'm also adding a new chapter, I know it's short but it's a start. I'm also trying to get back into this story and maybe I'll update some more times. Anyways, try to have fun reading this.

Oh, and I don't own any of this, just the plot. And some characters I might put in later.

Prologue

Hermione woke up bathed in sweat. 'Why do I have to keep dreaming this?' she thought desperately. For what seemed like the hundredth time she had had the same dream: She was always kissing a certain Slytherin she always thought she hated. Draco Malfoy.

Only this time they didn't stop there, Hermione woke up just after she saw herself and Draco tangled up in silver and green satin sheets. She shuddered at the memory.

'I hate Malfoy! Why do I have to keep dreaming this?' she asked herself again. A little nagging voice in her head said: 'Come on, you know you like these dreams. Don't you wish they would come true?'

"No, I don't." she said out loud. "I need to get back to sleep." She told herself "Maybe tomorrow I can find a potion for dreamless sleep in a book…"

She lay awake for hours before sleep finally overtook her again and her dreams were once again filled with a certain Slytherin.

Miles away, in a little wizarding village not too far from London, a platinum blond teenage boy woke up in his silver and green satin bed sheets from a dream very similar to the one Hermione's had.

"Not again." He groaned "She's a friggin' mudblood for Christ's sake! Why can't I keep her out of my goddamn dreams?"

"Because you like having these dreams." Draco whipped his head around at the sound of the voice, it was coming from the picture of a dragon near his closet.

"What do you know? You're just a damn picture!" he snapped at the dragon.

"I know plenty. Draco, plenty. And I know that you don't hate her. You only want to hate her because you have been raised to hate any one who isn't pure blooded." The dragon replied, slightly amused. Draco was furious that the picture dared to tell him that he wanted to 'get friendly' with a mudblood.

"You like her, young Draco." The dragon simply stated.

"No!" Draco yelled, this made the dragon chuckle slightly.

"Look into your heart, you'll find that I'm right." They were both silent for a minute.

"No, no! it's just not true. It can't be." Draco whispered, his features softening. He was no longer believing himself but he didn't want that bloody picture to know it.

Weeks passed and Hermione still kept having these dreams, although she didn't mind them that much anymore.

One morning, two weeks before the start of term, while Hermione was sitting at the kitchen table with her dad and her very pregnant mum, a letter from Hogwarts arrived along with a copy of the Daily Prophet she had subscribed to. She got up to give the tawny owl a knut for the newspaper and an owl treat she had gotten in Diagon Alley the previous term.

Hermione couldn't wait to start her seventh and final year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. To think that seven years ago, she didn't even know that she was a witch. Eagerly she opened the letter and gasped. For out fell a golden Head Girl badge to pin onto her robes.

"Mum, dad!" she squealed "I'm Head Girl this year!"

"Well done, honey. We're very proud of you." Mr. Granger beamed at his daughter as he got up to give her a hug.

"That's great, honey!" her mum congratulated her and took a sip of her tea.

"Do you think you can go to Diagon Alley alone this year and stay a couple of days before you leave?" her dad asked "Because your mother and I are driving up to Wales to visit your aunt Josie. Your mum said she wanted the baby to be born there." Hermione was a little disappointed but didn't let it show.

"Sure, why not? It says in the letter that I'm going to have to go there early anyways because of a meeting with the Head Boy, the Headmaster and Deputy Headmistress I have to attend." She said monotonously. Her parents have been more and more distant to Hermione since the announcement that Mrs. Granger was pregnant. She looked down at the letter and gasped anew, Draco Malfoy was going to be the Head Boy. And worst of all, the Heads had to share a Common Room and bathroom.

'Great.' She thought 'Just when I thought this year was going to be perfect, something like this happens.' Hermione remembered her dreams, it would be hard to share a dormitory with Malfoy when she dreamt such things. Things would certainly be very awkward between the two of them.

"Well I'd better go upstairs and pack, I'll leave tomorrow morning." And with that she ran up the stairs, once inside her room she threw herself onto the bed faced down and screamed into her pillow.

Back at Malfoy Manor, Draco was staring down at his Hogwarts letter, Hermione granger is going to be Head Girl. He smiled slightly at that, not smirked but smiled. That's right, Draco Malfoy smiled.

"Father, I'm Head Boy!" he called out. But Lucius Malfoy didn't really care, he just sat there reading the newspaper.

"That's good, son." Lucius only answered in his cold voice, it didn't even soften when he talked to his son or his wife, Narcissa.

Draco frowned as he walked back to his room. His father could have at least shown some sign of happiness for his son. Like tell him that he's proud of him or something. 'I bet Hermione's parents didn't act like this. I bet they're proud.' Draco thought bitterly.

Draco decided to leave early for Diagon Alley, tomorrow morning, in fact. He didn't think he was really appreciated here, he was only in the way. Once in his room he threw all of his school things into his trunk, shrunk the whole thing and apparated to the Leaky Cauldron. 'Screw my father, I'm leaving no.' he thought to himself.

"Good evening, Mr. Malfoy, it's good to see you. Just one room for you?" the owner of the Leaky Cauldron, Tom, asked him as he arrived in the dimly lit entrance hall of the pub.

"Yeah, just one room. And be quick about it. Get someone to bring my stuff into my room. I'm going out for a walk." He said and made his trunk grow to it's original size. Draco walked out of the pub and into the muggle world.

Hermione had just finished packing her clothes in her trunk- she would put in the rest tomorrow- as someone knocked on her bedroom door.

"Come in!" she called. Both her parents came in, looking like something was very wrong.

"What's wrong?" Hermione asked alarmed.

"Honey, you'd better sit down for this." Her mother told her and she glanced at her husband, as if wanting him to tell Hermione whatever was wrong. Hermione sat down on the bed, staring at her parents, a little afraid of what might come next. Then her father cleared his throat.

"Hermione, this might come as a bit of a shock to you. You, well, you're adopted. We wanted to tell you all along, we just never found the right time to tell you this." Silence. The tension in the room was so thick, you could cut it with a knife.

"Ad-adopted?" Hermione chocked out, tears welling up in her eyes. She couldn't believe it. It was too much for her, she took her wand from her bedside table, put it inside her pocket and ran out past her 'parents'. She grabbed her coat from downstairs and ran out onto the street., running, just running away from her house and through London. She kept running until she collided with someone tall. Hermione and the stranger both fell to the ground from the impact.

"I-I'm sorry." She stammered, looking down to the ground. She didn't want anybody to see that she had been crying.

"It's all right." The stranger answered as he held out his hand to pull her up. She took it gratefully. As he pulled her up she gasped in shock.

"Malfoy?" she asked, not hiding the surprised tone in her voice. Draco had a look of shock on his face, too.

"Granger? What are you doing here?" it startled Hermione that his voice didn't have the usual sneer in it.

"I could ask you the same thing." She looked down to see that they were still holding hands. "Umm…" Draco noticed, too and pulled his hand away quickly. The moment their hands touched he had felt a slight jolt in his stomach, he wondered if she had felt it too. She did, she was wondering the same thing, though neither of them dared to ask the other if they felt it. Draco noticed the tears staining her pretty face and badly wanted to wipe them away. But he didn't dare to do it.

"You look like you've been through hell. Do you want to get a drink in the Leaky Cauldron?" he asked her, surprising himself as he did so. Much to both of their surprise she nodded and tried to smile.

"Sure, I'd like that. I was going there anyway." They walked in silence and Hermione resisted the weird urge to take his hand.

Once in the pub they sat down in a corner booth and ordered two butterbeer.

"So, Granger, why were you running throughthe streets of London at night crying?" Draco asked her while taking off his coat and putting it on the spot next to him. He looked at her expectantly, and something in that look made Hermione tell him all about her mothers pregnancy, how they drifted away from her and that she found out today that she was adopted. Draco couldn't help but feel a rush of sympathy towards Hermione, that was so unlike him.

"I'm sorry." He said, and he meant it. Hermione, who had been looking down onto the table as she told her story, raised her head at him, not quite believing her ears. Had Draco Malfoy just said that he was sorry about what happened to her over the summer? Yeah, he did. They locked eyes and just stared at each other for some time.

"What about you? Why were you in muggle London?" Hermione wanted to know, breaking their eye contact to take a sip of her butterbeer. Draco cleared his throat.

"Well, me and my father don't get along too well for one thing. The other is that he wants me to join him as a..." he looked up at Hermione "as a Death Eater when I turn eighteen in December." (A/N: I don't know if there was ever anything about his birthday in the books, so I'm gonna say it's in December.) Hermione looked little uncomfortable right now.

"Do you want to?" she whispered, fearing for the answer, not quite knowing why she did. What did it matter if he became a Death Eater? It had nothing to do with her.

"No, I don't want to join The Dark Lord. And I'm not going to, either." Draco said with hatred in his eyes "You didn't really think I would, did you?" when she didn't answer he said: "I don't blame you."

"No, I didn't think that at all-"Hermione hurried to say and Draco raised an eyebrow at her. "Well, all right, I did. But... I'm glad you don't." she smiled at him. He smiled back. Hermione laughed.

"That's the first time I have ever seen you smile, smirk, sure but never smile." she yawned loudly. "I'm going to bed, I'm tired. Good night." She got up started moving towards the owner because she didn't even book a room yet.

"Hello, I'd like a room, please." She said to him. He shot a toothless grin.

"Sorry, we're booked."

"Booked?" she repeated and he nodded. Hermione heard someone clear his throat behind her and turned around to find Draco standing there.

"I've got a room, you're welcome to share it with me. After all, we'll have to share a dormitory for a whole year, us being Head Boy and Girl." He offered. Hermione bit her lip.

"All right, thanks. And you don't mind at all?"

"I don't mind, come on. I'll show you where it is." He put a hand on her arm and led her to his room. Once they stepped inside Hermione stood there awkwardly

"Where do I sleep?"

"I thought you would take one side of the bed and I'll take the other." Draco answered. Reluctantly, Hermione walked over to the bed and got under the covers, putting her wand on the bedside table. Draco went into the bathroom and came out wearing only black boxers and a white T-shirt. Hermione didn't dare to move when Draco got in next to her. He lay facing her and after a while Hermione worked up the courage to get comfortable, shifting in bed so she partly faced him. She gave him a small smile "'night." She whispered. When he was sure that she was asleep, Draco moved his head so it was inches from Hermione's. Then he brushed his lips lightly over hers. "Good night, Hermione." He closed his eyes and fell asleep.