Hey everyone I'm back again! where'd u all go! I need some reviews guys... do you really not liek it that much? This chapters good! I promiss! This is where the four start realizing whats happening with them and things get twisty! ooo and Harrys been poked in here and this chapter has a big part of whats going to happen later. It's long to and took me a couple days to write (what with school and stuff) and I'd like to see some reviews for it! If someone reviewed for my last chapter, thanks! I'm not sure which ones pple reviewed for cause I put most of the others up a day or two after the other. I suppose this chapter should have been called The Night of Nights, but o well. ON WITH THE STORY!

Chapter 5- The Fates Turn Their Wheels and All Goes Round

Harry woke up ready to scream, but it seemed as if it was caught in his throat, for nothing came out at all. His head and body was beaded with sweat and his muscles ached from the thrashing around in his bed. His scar didn't burn but he touched it anyway, like he did when he dreamt about Voldemort.

He had been standing in Godrick's Hollow, where it'd all began for him, in his bedroom. Light of colour after light of blinding colour passed by his head, his waiste, his legs. He was sending curses right back, never one ever hitting the other. They were evenly matched, it didn't matter what he or Voldemort did, they were enough alike to know what the other was going to do, part of Voldemort had after all been put into him by his scar. Protection from his mother still boar it's self out side him, small but enough of a barrier to protect, not that it was needed. Harry suddenly stood still for a fraction of a second, his face blank, puzzled. He had thought of something. Suddenly he charged toward Voldemort. Voldemort wasn't entirly ready for what Harry did and automatically just braced himself against Harry attack, he threw his arms open at the last second and when Harry hit him, he grabbed a hold of him. Harry threw his wand arm around Voldemorts back. Harry heard Hermione and the others all yell and scream. Harry whispered good-bye and yelled the curse that had started everything in the begining.

Harry had woken up then and he was now looking about his room, rubbing his eyes and head. What the hell had he just dreamt? His head was hurting him, the dream had given him a headache. Was this truly a dream or had it been his own sight into the future? Harry lay his head down onto his pillow, he'd only been asleep for two hours. He couldn't get back to sleep no matter what he did, so he searched through his trunk until he found the sleeping pills Hermione had given him in his fifth year. Ron sat up in bed.

"Spiders! Sp-spiders, they-they... Spiders...spide...spide...hmmm..." Ron fell back against his pillow, asleep again. It seemed Harry wasn't the only one having nightmares.

Harry heard a door close. He opened the dormitory door and looked across the little bridge between the boy's and the girl's dormatories. He didn't hear or see anyone and he assumed one the girls had gotten out of bed to go to the washroom or something. He closed the door and pulled himself into his bed. He didn't have any water so he gathered some spit into his mouth and swolled his pill. He began to get drowsy and fell asleep. No dreams could come to him now.

"Detention! With Trelwany too! Haha, man, you wait, I'm gonna write mum about this! Her little Ginny-pie isn't the favorite child anymore! I cant wait for you to get your Hollwer!" Ron yelled, bursting with joy, amusment and a Ha, kind of look on his face.

"Don't you dare Ron if you dont want your butt begin blasted off. Even if you did, I still wouldv'e been the favorite child longer then you, you lost that privilage in your first year. Now please stop being so childish." Ginny smirked back.

"Humf!" was all Ron could say. He returned to engulfing his toast and eggs.

"Sorry Gin, but I had to punish you, at leaste it wasn't my idea to give you detention with that aweful woman, you cant blame that part on me... or any part for that matter, it was Malfoy who took the points as well." Hermione said.

"Ya, I know, the stupid git. You'd think he'd get nicer after all that happened, he should be kissing our butts." Ginny grumbled.

"I dont think so, Malfoys poison lips arn't getting anywhere near my butt or anyother part of my body." said Harry. He still despised Draco.

Harry had been quiet the whole morning until then. He didn't want to tell them what he had dreamed, it would worry them, especially the girls. Ginny would look crushed and scared and would have dreams for months about losing him and not getting to actually love him. Hermione would cover her mouth in an effert not to scream and tell him to go and tell Dumbledore about it. He just kept his mouth shut, once again, protecting them. Maybe, he thoguht, this was what Dumbledore felt like, when he was keeping things from Harry he didn't think Harry needed to know at the time.

All four of them laughed and got up and made their ways to their class.

Hermione made her way over to Draco, once again. She didn't look at him as she sat down. Draco thought he was going to have to be a lot nicer to her today, he needed to pick things up a notch.

Ginny walked over to her spot beside Blaise. She had hoped to beat him there, in hopes of gathering her nerves before he came. Fortune was not hers today. When she sat down she didn't look at him and he didn't look at her. This was going to be a very akward class.

"Morning everyone. Today we're going to continue working on preveously learned spells. This will be the last day for this, so bare with me, I'm sure your all bord." Lupin said.

Hermione was getting in more shots on Draco, more then usual. He was holding back, and this was starting to piss Hermione off. Why was he holding back? Any other year he would have been glad to mess up her face or burn her, or do something to her at the least. However, there was hardly anything coming out of his wand. Everything was delaid so that she would be the one to fire off the spells, him just warding them off. Hermione worked her brain, she wasn't going to let him not give her the practise she wanted. Hermione started holding off on her spells and hexes.

Draco cursed to himself. She was catching on and she was getting mad. Now he was getting enough time that he had to fire spells back or she was going to just stop altogether and complain that he was being chicken shit.

Their dueling picked up a bit. This time however, after a bit, she was just to fast for him and so all he could do was defend. She noticed this and got a smile on her face, she was beating the snot outta him and she was loving it.

Hermione said a spell and Draco fell backwards onto his butt. She smirked. Draco immediatly said the same spell that then sent her flying back the other way, only she hit a table. She crashed to the floor and started coughing. Draco ran over to her, worry in his eyes.

"Oh Merlin, Hermione, you ok?" Draco asked her, rolling her over onto her back, holding her arms.

"Of course I'm alright, just the wind nocked outta me, than- wait, you called me Hermione..." she gave him a look of shock and he backed off slightly.

"I- I, it was a heat of the moment thing, dont be expecting it again Granger." he backed up from her and let her get herself up.

At that time Ron and Harry had raced to her and Ginny had given Draco a punch in the arm as she passed him toward Hermione. Hermione was still staring at Draco, her eyes blank but curious at the same time. Draco turned his head, not willing to look at her.

Lupin called the end of class then and Harry and Ron helped Hermione out, with much protest that she was fine from her. She shrugged them off and walked a head of them with Ginny.

Ginny and Blaise had not been light on each other when they dueled, but they kept constant eye contact. Ginny just didn't want to pull herself away.

When Ginny ran forward to help Hermione he'd been in awe as she'd had the guts to punch Draco. She was the second person in total history who'd had the nerve to punch Draco other then his father. It had only been in the arm, but that was still brave. Blaise had noticed however that even though she'd punched him hard, he acted as if he hadn't felt it. He rubbed the spot lightly but kept his eyes locked on Hermione. There was something up at Hogwarts because the teens just didn't act normal he thought. As they now went to turn and go into different directions Blaise watched her as she turned down the opposite hallway. What was going on? He shook his head and tired to put it to the back of his mind.

Potions started off with a bang. When the students walked into the class they found Professor Dumbledore standing over a bubbling cauldron that was immiting a black smoke.

'Bang! Proof!'

When the smoke was cleared by the students waving it away from their faces they found Dumbledor's face covered in a black goo. The mixure was all knoted up in his beard and a look of self punishment was on his face.

"So sorry, I seemed to have forgotten to throw in the gilli weed from a fair distance from the cauldron...My mind must have been left behind in my grave." this put looks of horror onto every face within the room. "Oh, I'm only joking of course, forgive me once again, I've forgotten that you are still only children. Now, all sit down and unpack your things and go and gather your potions and ingrediants. We will be continuing on our Polyjuice potions this afternoon once again. I'll just be cleaning myself up." Dumbledore grabbed his cauldron and headed to the side door to which his office lay behind.

Draco snikered. Hermione glared at him. She made to get up and go and get their potion but Draco walked up behind her chair and pushed her shoulders down so she sat back down on her chair hard. She took this as a sign that he was going to get everything and so she sat where she was and waited for him to come back, slightly amused and slightly confused about what was wrong with him that day. Did he have some kind of problem with his brain or was he being controlled or what?

Draco returned with their potion and ingrediants. He set everything down infront of him, not looking at Hermione.

"Is there something wrong with you?" she asked him, glaring. She wasn't going to be nice to him until she found out what he was up to.

"What are you talking about Granger?" he asked normally.

"That, that right there, thats what I'm talking about. You never snarl at me or call me mudblood anymore. You never look at me like I'm some disgusting creature like you used to. You took it easy on me in DADA and you took concern on me when you hurt me. Then you took to staring at me and called me Hermione and now your doing everything in class instead of fighting with me. Now, process that through your head and then ask me what I'm talking about politly once again."

"Are you complaining? I mean cause if you are I can allow myself to be mean once again." he said.

"Yes, I am complaining. Well sort of. It's just not you, it's not normal, you have to be up to something, something thats going to humiliate and hurt me and turn my face into something ugly. Theres no good explination for what your doing, unless you were sucking up to us finally, but thats not possible, it just isn't you. Your the scum of the Earth and have been for the past six years that I've known you,and probably for longer, theres soemthing up." she concluded to him taking a big breath for most of that sentence had been in one breath.

'Nice to know what you really think of me.' he thought.

"Think whatever you want because no matter what I tell you, you'll obviously never believe me because I'm the scum of the Earth. Now can we just get going on this instead of getting into something and saying things we'll regret later?" he said.

"Regret, ha, nothing I could ever say to you could I ever regret." she said quietly, however he heard her.

Draco shook his head and reached for an ingrediant at the same time as her. Their hands met, his ontop of hers, and he grabbed it, meaning for the grab to be for the ingrediant. He looked up at her, their eyes meeting. They just stood there, hands grasped and staring. Hermione finally looked away and Draco quickly dropped her hand. She grabbed the ingrediant and cut it to perfect size and threw it in. The potion bubbled more fericly.

Her eyes had been so soft, but hadn't been hard and black when she used to look at him. They weren't filled with malace or anger, just soft, tenderness. her hand had been strong and yet gentle, soft yet firm. It was all these opposite sides he was seeing and feeling of her that was making him go mad. It was just confusing him, thats all it was... and yet...

Blaise was walking up to the Divination tower. He'd had a ruff day. All he could think about was her. In DADA he couldn't take his eyes away from her. He bore himself so deep into her that without reading her thoughts he instinctivly knew what she would do and reacted, never breaking their sight. They were enchanting and they haunted him thoughout the rest of the day. He cursed having class with her first thing in the day for she then stuck in his mind through every other waking moment for him.

How was she doing it? How was she enchanting him so? There was just something about her, it was like he knew everything about her and her about him so he felt completely comfortable with her. She was a Weasley. He was having these kind of feelings and thoughts about a Weasley. If Draco knew he'd flip on him and probably get Death Eaters to hunt him down for thinking thoughts like this about a Weasley. No, Draco was his best mate, he would do that, but he would definatly tell him he's off his rocker. Although Draco himself has been acting strange...

He reached the top of the tower and walked in to find Professor Trelawny no where in sight. He heaved a little sigh of releaf. Thats one person who he didn't want to see that he didn't have to see that night. A light was coming from a little round table to his far right. Ginny was sitting at the table, her head down, writing something and her red hair glowing in the candle light. She looked almost heavenly, the way she glowed. He took a long, deep breath and walked over to her. He took a seat beside her and she looked up. She gave him a short small smile.

"Trelawny's left to go and talk to Professor Dumbledore about something and should be back fairly soon. We're supposed to grade these papers." Ginny handed him a stack of papers and a marking scheme. They worked in silence for a little bit but Ginny kept putting her quill down and staring into nothingness. He decided that after the fifth time this happened he would ask what was wrong.

"Nothings wrong really. It's just life was better when boys had cooties and we could run around and do whatever and not be judged at all by anything or anyone. Nothing could hurt us except for cuts and bruses, well that we understood at least because there was alway Voldemort, but when your a kid, you never have real problems to over come. It just frustrates me how not simple our lives are now, sometimes it's to much to handle." Ginny sighed and ploped her head onto her right hand, her face to him.

Her face basked in the light of the single candle. She was right, it was easier when girls had cooties for he wouldn't be feeling and thinking unwanted things right then. He tilted his head and leaned it on his hand, doing the same that she did.

Everything she'd ever thought or said about him seemed to just wash away. His face lit and facing her had a calm apperance. This wasn't right, and yet she could feel her toughness slipping away from her. All the boldness and bravery that her red hair seemed to tell people was falling down and the lionness of the Gryffendor she was had calmed to a quiet sleeping predator.

They continued to just stare at each other, neither willing or wanting to back down from the others gaze. Eventually their gaze had lasoed a sort of rope around their heads that was drawing their faces closer and closer together. Blaise saw Ginny's eyes break contact for a second, glancing down at his lips then back up again. He could feel her breath on his lips, her air mixing with his. He was so close to her now that he reached up and touched her face, her hair grazing the back of his hand. Thier lips inches away from each other now turned away, a noise bringing them back to reality.

Professor Trelawny was standing just inside the entry way to the room, her back was turned to them. She was rocking her body, side to side, her gypsy dress swaying and her many chains clinking together. She stoped suddenly and turned very quickly toward them. This scared them and they jumped and held onto each others hands. She was in the dark but the single candle gave off enough light to be able to see her eyes through her glasses were wider then normal. She began to walk toward them, saying something in a womanly, echoy voice that was not hers.

"Fate has now begun to turn it's wheels of life. The full moon has drawn you two together to be bound finally, for it is you two and two others that will shape the fortunes and lives of this generation and many generations to come. The world will remain a black hole or it will be turned into a timeless light. Love has found it's way tonight!" and with that she coughed and clearned her throat. Her eyes blinked and she found herself right up against the table that the two frightened children were sitting at.

"Oh, hello children, I must have had a memory block, what was it I was telling you to do now? Oh yes, ok, you are to mark these tests for me and I'm going to go see Dumbledore. When your finished you can leave. Night children if I dont see you later." and with that she left them sitting there dumbfounded and scared, holding each others hands.

They stayed like that for a long time, still staring at the place where they'd seen her disappear through the door. Ginny turned her head and looked at Blasie. He felt her do this and turned his head too.

"I-I... um.. I..." Ginny had no idea what to say to him. It still hadn't processed through her mind what had happened to them, them almost kissing and the whole Trelawny and her, whatever the bloody hell it was.

"I'm sorry." that was all he could say to her. He got up and left, staring ahead of him.

She whatched him walk away almost zombie like. She hadn't wanted him to leave her, she was freaked out to be alone now after Trelawny's fortune. What the hell did it mean anyway. It couldn't possibly be true. Her and Blaise, together, never. She was a Gryffendor and he a Slytherin. There couldn't ever be anything between them.

'Yet you almost kissed him, you wanted him.' her concious said to her. She wasn't going to listen to her conciance, she wasn't like Hermione who always had to follow hers. Yet she walked back to her common room carefully, still thinking of his hand touching her face.

'You felt something for him, you liked his touch. His soft hands...' Hermione's concious said to her. This time it seemed Ginny would not be right, Hermione refused to follow her concious.

"No, I was just surprised, thats all, nothing more or less." Hermione battled to herself.

'Great I'm going crazy.' her mind said to her.

Hermione was in her room, pasing her floor. She threw her hands up in frustration and left the room, walking half way down the marble steps when she saw Draco over by the fireplace, leaning against it. She quickly turned on her heel and headed back up the way she'd came.

"Wait Hermione." he said without turning toward her.

Hermione stopped in mid step and turned around. She hesitated before decending slowly down the steps toward him.

Draco turned around and watched her as she came toward him, her bushy hair bouncing, but it was smooth and shiney. He was going to take a big step.

Hermione sat down on the couch directly infront of the fireplace and he continued to watch her from where he was. She got a little self concious and drew her knees up and hugged them.

"Shouldn't you be out doing your rounds? It's your night you know." she said.

"I know, but it can wait. Listen, your right, there is something up with me. I came here because I knew Dumbledore would take me in. I needed somewhere safe from him. I gather you know who I'm talking about." when she shook her head yes he continued. " I knew I'd be safe here for a time under Dumbledore's care, it was better then knowing I was dead if I remained at home. Dumbledore knew that I did not want to kill him. I hesitated on killing him, prolonging it for as long as possible, willing something to change my fate and it had. It had been my fathers idea to give me an assignment from You- Know- Who, I never wanted it. I dont want to torture people for a living, for I've been tortured myself and know what it's like. Then Dumbledore stuck me in here with you, and of course you know my immediate thoughts... great Granger. I never knew how Potter and Weasley could handle being with you twenty-four seven for six years... but now I do. Your not who I thought you were, even though you havn't been nice to me because you've been suspicious. I just saw something in you today... that I cant explaine. Is this making sense? I know you felt something to." Draco waited for her to say something.

Hermione watched him spill himself out infront of her. Could she really believe he'd changed his mind about her? Could she really believe that this wasn't part of a big joke? Him liking her and him joking with her both didn't seem like likely possibilities, they just didn't seem to fit.

Draco came over and joined her on the couch, keeping his fair distance from her. He watched her eyes flicker to him, to the floor, him, to the floor. She was trying to make something up, but he knew she was stuck.

"Ok, so I might have felt something. That doesn't override all the other evil things you've done over the years. I wasn't lying when I called you the scum of the Earth. I just cant analize the facts to come to a conclusion thats reasonable... and thats scary..." she said to him, holding her knees ever tighter.

Her PJ bottoms had ducks on them and so did her tank top. This made him laugh to himself. By the firelight her face and body looked so feminin and goddess like, but then you saw the duck PJ's and it contradicted everything you saw her as before.

She saw him smile and she rested her head against the back of the couch. She now thought that maybe he wasn't joking, that maybe he was being truly serious with her.

"Do you always have to be completely sure before you do anything?" he asked.

"Of course not... but in this situation, yes. However... i dont think your capable of playing a joke like this. Even if this was a joke, you wouldn't have agreed to it because it would mean confessing you like a muggle born and touching her and stuff. Oh Merlin... you are serious... but-but-bu-" she didn't finish her sentence.

Draco had gotten tired of her ramblings and just decided it would be a lot easier on him if he just shut her up. He leaned in and muffled her voice to just shots of breath between kisses. He liked it better then he thought he would, and in the begining he despised himself for kissing a mudblood. However, he slowly began feeling her passion and followed suit, reaching his hand up and holding her jawline and behind her ear. He gently began to massage her earlobe, owing him a moan from her. He smiled against her lips. She felt this and it turned her on even more, she loved it. They continued to kiss like this for a little while longer until Draco pulled back finally. He'd assumed that she'd never been kissed before, although he thought maybe Weaslby or Krum had gotten a smootch in or two. Even if they hadn't, she was good.

Hermione opened her eyes and looked at Draco in disblief. What had just happened? Theres no way what happened could have possibly, in one million years, have happened.

However much she wanted to deny it, it had happened. Draco looked back at her, not even willing o admit to himself that he'd enjoyed it. Why did he have to end up with all the craptastic assignments? He was still staring t her, willing her to say something, do something, hit him if she must, but the silence was making him nervous. He didn't need to wait long.

Hermione reached forward and grabbed his shirt, pulling him to her.

"Hey! What th-" Hermione kissed him. It was quick and she pulled away, blushing.

"I have no idea why I did that... sorry," she said.

"I kissed you first, but I'm not sorry, I've wanted to do that for a long time," he hated being romantic to her.

"Liar." she said.

"Fine, don't believe me, but you know me well enough to know that if I hadn't have wanted to kiss you, I wouldn't have." he said.

"I guess... but I'll wake up soon and will have a rational reason for dreaming about you like this and I'll be totally and completely confused." Hermione shook her head and pinched herself.

"Was I really that bad?" he asked her, both amused and annoyed.

"No... no, thats not it... it was... it's just, it's you! I don't understand... I mean just the other week you were telling me to find a quicker rout in killing myself and then you turn around and do this."

"I told you already... I like you, I just felt like I had to keep up appearances. It doesn't matter now though, everyone hates me anyway and my fathers in prison so it doesn't matter now what I do... even if it's showing affection for a mud-muggleborn." Draco had to choose his words wisely, Hermione was no idiot.

"So what does this all mean then?" Hermione didn't want to directly ask what he was going to do about kissing her.

"It means whatever you want it to mean." he said.

"I... I donno... I suppose..." her mind got the better of her. "I want you to stay away from me."

With that she left a dumbfounded Malfoy on the couch by himself and went upstairs to her room. Her heart was racing. She'd felt something for him, for Malfoy, for the git who'd made her life hell the last six years, as well as everyone else's. She climbed into bed, but all she could dream about was kissing Malfoy... and his naked, showered body.

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