Draco ran out of the dungeons and headed back towards the Slytherin common room. He had actually been in Hermione's dormitory? How was that possible? He had been dreaming and had woken up outside the opening to the Gryffindor common room, but apparently Granger had dumped him out there. If it was real and not a dream, why couldn't he remember anything between standing in her room and then finding himself outside in the hall? Had he actually been in an empty room?

He paused in the middle of the hallway and ran his hand through his white-blonde hair. Voices approached and he looked up to see Potter and Weasley.

'Oh it's Ferret.' Weasley said in disappointment. Potter glared at him but he was too freaked to care. He wanted to know what was going on; he needed to… talk to Granger? He abruptly turned and headed back to the dungeon where Granger was sitting at her desk opening a book.

'Granger, I need to talk to you.' Draco cried as she turned, hearing him approach. She gave him a quizzical look but pulled out the seat next to her so he could sit down. He opened his mouth to ask her something when the Potions Professor, Snape, entered the room looking as though he was in a foul mood. Draco spotted Blaise and the boy tossed his satchel over, which Granger caught and handed silently to him.

The Professor seemed slightly surprised to see his favourite student sitting with the Mudblood, but thankfully said nothing. Draco became aware of someone breathing down his neck and look over his shoulder to see Weasley glaring daggers at him.

'Sit down Weasley.' Snape barked suddenly, and the boy flinched and retreated to a place next to Potter. The Professor began telling them about the Potion they would make that day and Draco leaned in closer to Granger.

'Are you sure I was in your room?' He whispered softly. She gave him an odd look, and after checking Snape hadn't noticed their conversation, answered him.

'I am very sure you were in my room Malfoy. I recall dragging you down the stairs, which collapsed into a slide, and also throwing you out the portrait hole. Is your head sore?'

'No, why?'

'I hit you when I uh, was trying to make you wake up.'

'Ha, whatever.'

'Well what would you do if you woke up and found me unconscious on the floor of your room?'

'I was unconscious?'

'Yes.' Granger shut up as she noticed Snape shoot a look that could kill towards them. He knew he couldn't punish her because Draco would get in trouble too. Ha, he was helping her! 'If a boy gets into the girls' dormitory somehow, there are enchantments that render him unconscious until he is out of their range.' She added in a fervent whisper.

'Wow, did you actually swallow Hogwarts A History, or did you look that up after breakfast?' He smirked.

'I looked it up after breakfast.' She said nonchalantly. His smirk grew into a smile and in the middle of Potions, he burst out laughing.

'May I ask you what is so funny Malfoy?' Snape asked with raised eyebrows.

'Oh, uh, nothing.' Draco said with a wide grin. He noticed Blaise stuffing his fist in his mouth to stop laughing as well, and shot him a confused look. What was he finding so funny?

'Go and stand outside in the corridor until you calm down.' Snape instructed, and as Draco left, he resumed his speech about whatever the potion was. It wasn't as if Draco had been paying attention in the least to it. Once out in the hallway, he sat down with his back against the wall and thought about what had happened last night. Everything had been quite normal; he had gone to bed after the feast (yes, this was the first day of the term), and then this bizarre event had happened. Was it possible he was attracted to Granger, and had willed himself into her room?

No, that was too farfetched to be plausible. Draco squeezed his eyes shut and remembered his dream again.

Back in the bare room; parchment appears, the name appears, he thinks about her… he appears in her dormitory and the dream ends. According to her the second part of the dream actually happened, but did that mean the first part did too? What in bloody hell was going on?

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Hermione watched Malfoy wander out the classroom and felt her cheeks redden. He had been laughing at her and it was highly insulting. She didn't mean to be so consumed by knowledge, but it was just the way she was. Argh, she really had to stop being so stupid. Ha, excuse the irony of that statement.

She tuned into what Snape was saying and realised with horror she had taken no notes at all during the time she had been talking to Malfoy. That slip-up could make her fall behind the class for the rest of the year! Something hit her in the head and she bent down to pick up the crumpled up bit of paper.

I think Draco likes you. She stared at it in shock and looked around the room for a guilty face. No one stood out, but she noticed Zambini was looking incredibly busy taking notes. That bastard! She glared at his seemingly-innocent head but he didn't feel her eyes boring a deep hole. Snape caught her attention by flicking his wand at the blackboard causing the list of ingredients and instructions to appear.

One unicorn hair, two sprigs of thyme, three drops of beetle blood, four stirs clockwise; two eagle feathers, seven diced snake eyes, one petal from a Flame Tree. Add half an ounce of dragon heart, and boil for exactly three minutes. Tap cauldron with wand and mutter light spell. Drink immediately.

Hermione stared with growing dread at the board. She didn't even know what the potion was for.

'Psst Hermione, it's a mood-lightening potion.' Ron said softly. She blinked at him; I think Draco likes you. What? Where did that thought come from? She threw a glance at Zambini to see him grinning. The bastard! Someone appeared at her side and she was about to tell them to sod off when she noticed it was Malfoy.

'We have to make a mood-lightening potion.' She informed him brusquely. 'I'll leave it up to you to fetch the ingredients.'

'Hmph.' He wandered off with a board to sit them on and she sank into her chair. I think Draco likes you. Her dream came flooding back…

She tilted her head up as their lips met and a shiver ran down her spine. A strand of his blonde hair tickled her face, and laughing, she drew back and pushed it out of his eyes. She stared into their unfathomable depths and was consumed entirely by the look of longing in his eyes. He was the only one for her. She could love no other.

Hermione was snapped out of her reverie by Malfoy thumping the board loaded with ingredients onto their desk.

'Thanks for fetching a cauldron.' He muttered sarcastically. With a cry of apology, Hermione dashed across the room to where they were stored and extracted her one from the pile. She levitated it back over to him and started dicing snake eyes. Malfoy was oddly silent…

Disclaimer: Sure! I am J. K. Rowling. (Can you sense the sarcasm in that sentence?)

A/N: Lol, they're going to drink the potion next chapter and well… I am planning some lovely mishaps. Mwahahaha!! Ha, do you realise it's never really a cliff-hanger as I nearly always post more than one chapter at a time? Man, I suck at suspense. How about you just wait a minute or so before clicking the arrow button? That'll work.

Daunting Darkness: Wow, thankyou so much for the lovely review! I was so stoked to read that just a few hours after posting the story.