A/N: As always, thank you for the reviews. If the story ever gets boring or repetitive, please let me know…Constructive criticism is good. By the way, I am also posting this on and every one else on that site has a banner for their fan fiction and I would really really love to have one so if anyone is really bored and wants to make one for this story, I would be really happy…And maybe I would update with the next chapter faster than I normally would….LOL.

Chapter 8: A Change of Heart

That night, Hermione lay in bed, staring at the crimson curtains that surrounded her bed.

After her daydream faded away, she wondered what Draco being in her dream meant. She had thought that the daydream would involve a person similar to a prince in a fairy tale novel, someone who did not really exist, but she was instead greeted by someone she had known for six years, someone who she thought was her enemy. She had checked the box of the daydream charm, looking for an answer but found nothing. She had finally decided to write a letter to Fred and George, as an anonymous writer, asking how the "man of her dreams" was chosen. She hoped to receive an answer within a few days, but until then, all she could do was wait with the thousands of questions floating in her head.

Honestly, how could Malfoy be the man of her dreams? He had never treated her (or anyone for that matter) with anytime of respect. For the six years that she had known him, all he had done was call her and her friends names and taunt them, usually causing them to get in trouble.

But was he really that bad? Sure, he treated everyone horribly but was he really like that? Hermione knew that Malfoy had been raised to be like his father, powerful, respected, feared, and an ally of the Dark Lord but deep down, was Malfoy really like that? He always said that she didn't know him and maybe he was right…

Hermione decided that tomorrow, she would try and get to know the real Malfoy. Even if he didn't want to open up to her and show her who he really was, she would find a way to see the real him.

The next morning, Hermione woke up early as usual and decided to head down to breakfast without waiting for her friends. She sat at the Gryffindor table, helped herself to toast with marmalade, and porridge and read her copy of the Daily Prophet. Although she had stopped reading the Daily Prophet on her plane after they had printed lies about Harry, she was glad to see that on this plane, the Prophet wrote nothing but the truth.

Eventually, Malfoy came down accompanied by Ollie and Violet. Malfoy sat next to Hermione while the twins sat across from them.

"So how was your birthday Hermione? We looked for you yesterday but we couldn't find you," said Violet, who was helping herself to eggs and kippers.

"Oh, right, well I was tired after my classes and decided to go to bed early."

Malfoy looked at Hermione with a curious eye. She was lying. She said that she had gone to her classes but she had not showed up to any of the classes that they had together.

Malfoy reached across Hermione for a plate of bacon, slightly brushing Hermione's hand when he had reached over. He thought nothing of it, for it was just a mistake but Hermione quickly turned as red as a tomato, stuttering to answer a question that Ollie had just asked her. Malfoy once again looked at her with a curious look. Why did he keep looking at her like that? Had he found out about the daydream? But he had no way of finding out about it since she had not told anyone. And why was he acting so, civilly around her today?

"What's the matter with you today Granger? You're acting even more crazy than usual."

"Nothing!" Hermione shouted, bolting up from her seat and running out of the Great Hall.

Malfoy shrugged and continued eating his breakfast, missing the mischievous look that Ollie and Violet were exchanging across the table.

Hermione bolted from the Great Hall and went straight to her first class of the day, sitting in the room by herself until the other students and Professor McGonagall arrived. She needed to relax and stop being paranoid. She was acting like Harry, acting paranoid over something that could very well mean absolutely nothing. Thinking of the way Harry was on her plane made her smile. Even though she saw Harry on this plane, he was completely different and she missed her Harry. And Ron…he was so different on this plane too. They barely spoke to each other on this plane. She just wanted to go back home where everything was normal and she didn't have to think about what she could possibly be feeling for Malfoy.

Students began filing into the classroom noisily, talking to their friends about anything and everything. Malfoy entered the room by himself and took a seat diagonally behind Hermione. She saw him come in and sit out of the corner of her eye but turned away before he could notice that she was looking at him.

"Quiet down. Now, today we will be starting on human transfiguration. For your last six years here at Hogwarts, you have been practicing with transfiguring objects of various shapes and sizes and as you know, it is harder to transfigure larger objects. Today, you will begin with practicing the transfiguration of one of your fingers. You can try to transfigure your finger into anything, but remember that it is easier to transfigure it into something simple rather than something complex. You may begin," said Professor McGonagall.

Hermione focused on her work, glad for a distraction from all of the thoughts floating around her head.

While Hermione worked hard at transfiguring her finger, Malfoy had other things to thin about.

'Why is Granger acting so strange? She normally acts odd but this time she is acting beyond odd. And why did she turn so red at the sight of me? Maybe she finally realised just how good looking I am,' Malfoy thought, chuckling to himself. 'But still. She was normal yesterday. Maybe something happened…I should find out. Hmm.'

With that, Malfoy decided that he would find out exactly what was causing Hermione to act so strange. A little snooping never hurt anybody…

Hermione was having one of the worst days of her life. In Transfiguration, she was unable to transfigure her finger while Ron was able to. The only logical explanation for that was that her mind was not focused at the task at hand. After Transfiguration ended, she raced out of the room in an effort to avoid Malfoy and ran up to the Gryffindor common room, where she spent her free period. Although she was never big on keeping a journal back on her plane, she decided that she should so that when she returned to her plane, she could bring it back with her and show Harry and Ron, who would never believe all the differences between the two planes without proof.

'I have decided to start a journal. All of this will probably seem completely stupid written down on paper but it should be saved as it is probably something I will never be able to forget. Malfoy and I were assigned to work together in potions class. We were supposed to be making a Draught of Peace but Malfoy and I messed up the ingredients by adding too much hellebore which sent us to a different plane. This plane is so odd. Everything is like the complete opposite of our normal plane. Here, Malfoy is in Gryffindor, Harry is in Slytherin, is Head Boy and is dating Pansy Parkinson and Dumbledore is alive. And Voldemort doesn't even exist here! The worst part of this plane is that Malfoy and I are dating. I would never have guess that I would be dating Malfoy, on this plane or any other plane. My birthday just recently passes. I got a ton of gifts from everyone, including a patented daydream charm from Ron. Me, being the genius that I am decided to use it, not even bothering to think of what could possible happen in the daydream. At first, it was going really well but then I saw who the daydream involved. Malfoy! I don't know what this means of course but all I know is that nothing good can come of it. Today, I could not even look at him, thinking that he would someway be able to tell that I had dreamed about he and I being together. Of course, it doesn't help that he kept looking at me strangely today. I really wish I could talk to Harry and Ron…'

Hermione jumped when she heard a knock at the door of her dormitory. Tucking her journal under her mattress where Parvati and Lavender would not think to look, Hermione strode over to the door, opening it to see a smiling Violet.

"Hi Hermione. I just wanted to make sure you were alright. You looked a bit peaky this morning and you were acting really strange."

"Oh. Don't worry about me. I am perfectly fine. I am just really stressed out and I want to go back home."

"Oh. Well why don't you go talk to Dumbledore again and see if he has found any way to send you two back home?"

"That's actually a really good idea. Thanks Violet," said Hermione, leading Violet out of her room.

After Hermione and Violet left the Gryffindor common room, Draco made his way back up to the common room himself, deciding that he could probably find out what was causing Hermione to act so strange from Lavender and Parvati. After bewitching the staircases so that he could go up the stairs, he entered the Hermione dormitory, not bothering to knock. No one was in the room and Draco had not seen either Lavender or Parvati in the common room. Draco decided to snoop around the room. Thinking that maybe Granger had a Pensieve or something of the like. He ruffled through her trunk, not finding anything.

'Granger isn't that stupid,' he thought to himself, 'she wouldn't hide something in plain sight if she didn't want it to be found. Where would you hide something you didn't want your father to find?'

Draco looked around the room, his eyes landing on Hermione's bed. He lifted up the mattress, finding a thin book adorned with a lion on the cover. He opened the cover and began to read what Hermione had written.

"Blimey. It's no wonder she was acting odd around me! She had a dream about me. And from the sounds of it, its sounds like it was a rather good dream…'

Draco's thoughts were interrupted to the door of the girls dormitory being opened.

"Thanks again for coming with me Violet; I'll see you at dinner!"

Draco panicked, not knowing what to do with the journal that lay open in his hands. Before he could do anything with it, Hermione looked into the room, catching Malfoy with her journal.

"You! What do you –? What the bloody hell are you doing in my room with my journal? I'm going to hex you into oblivion! Petrificus Totalus!"

Malfoy's body became rigid, and his hands dropped the journal as he fell to the floor, unable to move at all.

Hermione stood over him, a murderous look on her face.

"What were you thinking? How could you go and invade my privacy like this? I knew you were a horrid piece of filth but this goes even beyond all the horrible things you have done in the past. And to think, I thought you were actually starting to change!

Malfoy tried to speak but was unable to move anything except his eyes, which kept flickering between Hermione and the door.

"And did you know that I was trying to find you? To tell you that I spoke to Dumbledore and that he found a way for us to get back home?"

Malfoy's thoughts, which had been focused only on how he could get his body to move, snapped to what Hermione was saying. Although he was unable to move, he felt his mouth trying to hang open. They were going to be back home! This whole nightmare was going to be over! Now all he had to do was get his body working and get to Dumbledore before Hermione could kill him.

A/N: Probably wasn't the best chapter but I needed the story to progress and I needed to develop the characters a bit. Oh, and Hermione and Draco will still be on this plane for a little longer…Anyway I just wanted to say that in the middle of July, I am going on holiday to a few countries for three weeks and I won't be able to post while I am away. I should be able to post 4 more chapters before I go but I can't promise anything, as I will have work everyday. I will be writing on my trip though so when I return, I should have loads of chapters to post.