TURNS OF TIME

Disclaimer: in case I need to remind you again... I am no Rowling. I'm just an obsessed fan who has nothing to do in her free time.

A/N:

Chapter 3

Denial

"Hermione! You're dreaming, wake up!" said Harry shaking her slightly.

Hermione opened her eyes. And saw Harry sitting at her bed. \ Hermione sat up. She winced in pain. She looked at her wrist, where she was sure she'd find black and blue bruises. She gingerly touched her skin and winced as pain shot through her.

Great invisible bruises. Damn. Tears were again falling freely from her eyes. She was sobbing uncontrollably again. Harry scooted over, hugging her, patting her back.

"Why is he here? where's Draco?" she thought.

Draco leaned in the door connecting her room and the bathroom they shared.

He woke up when he heard Hermione in the other room thrashing wildly on her bed, shouting. But as usual Harry "the golden boy" Potter got in first. He kept wondering how Harry knew the correct figures of the tapestry. Idiot, of course Hermione gave them to him.

"There..there... its alright now.... I'm here...." he heard Harry whisper,

Maybe He was right.

Maybe Draco was only playing with her.

She looked at Harry as he picked up all the pillows she had thrown to the floor from the brim of her glass.

He looked at the bathroom door. Was Draco already awake?

Stop. She needed to stop thinking about him.

She gulped the last of the water and set it down. Harry sat beside her again. cupped her chin in his fingers. He surveyed her closely and brushed away the tears on her cheeks.

"Feelin' better?" asked Harry.

Hermione nodded silently. She and Harry had been friends for almost seven years. He had always been there for her, for every little problem. She also knows that he won't let her down what ever happens. He'll take care of her and love her, if only she'd let him.

The man in her dreams is right.(a/n: ironic isn't it? Man of her dreams, man in her dreams... get it?... hehe....... Ok maybe not)

Draco didn't deserve her.

Or maybe it was the other way around.

She looked at Harry. Harry would love her more than Draco would. There was no use chasing after a man who just isn't right for her. And who might be just playing with her.

She leaned forward and kissed Harry quickly on the lips. She hugged him tightly when she saw his expression. Eyes wide and mouth hanging open.

"Thank you for always being there for me. I love you." She whispered. 'at least I'll try to.' She added to herself silently and hastily erased the little voice saying "user" over and over again accompanied with Draco's face.

Draco closed the bathroom door silently and walked numbly to the other door connecting his room and the bathroom.

What had just happened? He started asking himself. He willed himself to think that it was all a joke. A big bad joke, and Hermione and Harry were just rehearsing a line.

He couldn't admit that he had just lost another battle to Potter.

He was so sure that she had the same feeling for him. But it turns out that he was wrong. Who could blame her? Potter was always there for her. While he spent the past years taunting her and playing tricks.

But nothing was ever too late. He stood up and began pacing the room. Let Potter have his fun. He was going to stop at nothing. He would have the last laugh.

He would get her, whatever it may take.

Draco tossed and turned. He grabbed the pillow and jammed it to his face silencing the sound the head girl and her best friend are making together. It wasn't really loud, just a couple of whispers and giggles every now and then.

It's already past midnight and Potter still hasn't left Granger's room.

It was already bad enough knowing that Hermione chose Potter over him or seeing the two walk to classes hand in hand.

But trying to sleep, knowing that Potter is in the adjacent room. Doing God- knows-what? It was torture.

He took the pillow off his face tentatively. Straining his ears, trying to hear any sound from the other room.

A couple of whispers. Giggling. Then a door slamming close.

Draco stood up and silently walked towards the door, towards their common room. He opened it slowly and stole a quick peek. He saw Harry get out of Hermione's room and proceed to go out of the common room. He closed the door carefully. He went back to bed and lay there stiffly. Then he heard Hermione, go in the bathroom.

Sleep Draco, sleep. He said to himself. You don't want to dose off tomorrow while in class, right?

He flipped over and drew his blanket over his head and burying it in a sea of pillows.

Hermione leaned on the sink. She looked up at the mirror above it. She opened the tap and splashed some water to her face, erasing any trace of sleepiness. She groped for the towel and dried her face off.

Harry had just left; they had a great time just goofing off. She wondered what Malfoy might be thinking all the time Harry was inside her room.

Harry was a great guy and all. But the chemistry just isn't there. He was like a big brother.

But if Harry's just a big brother for her and she doesn't even have that kind of feelings for him... why did she tell him 'I love you'?

Then she heard the bed from the other room creak. She walked towards the door and opened it a little. She poked her head inside the room.

She saw Draco's figure covered with blankets and pillows. He was tossing and turning. Clearly he wasn't asleep yet.

She was about to close the door when Draco suddenly sat up.

I am so dead. She thought.

"What are you doing?" Draco asked Hermione. She said nothing and quickly pulled her head back. She quickly closed the door. Draco heard her go into her room.

Draco grinned. She was looking at him. She thought he was already asleep. He jumped up from his bed and strode toward the bathroom door. He opened it and briskly walked toward the door to her room.

She was already underneath the covers. He sat down at Hermione's bed. She didn't move an inch. He tried to pull back the covers but she held it tightly. He climbed up to her bed and started to jump up and down.

That ought to budge her.

"Come on. I know you're not asleep. I just saw your head in my room." He said.

She sat up. "You were dreaming, go back to sleep." She spat out. Then plopped down pulling the covers over head again.

He laughed. He pulled the covers forcefully and climbed up the bed and snuggled beside her.

"What to hell do you think you're doing?" She hissed at him.

"I couldn't sleep." He said plainly and grabbed the pillow under her head, he placed under his head and closed his eyes.

Hermione grabbed the extra pillow, placed it under her head and clutched it tightly in case he chose to grab it again. It turns out he didn't.

"I hope this is ok with you. I can't sleep without hugging anything...since there aren't any pillow left." He said huskily. Hermione could feel his breath graze her skin. She tensed a little bit as he slowly placed his arms around her. He hugged her tightly then slowly relaxed. She could feel him bury his face into her hair.

Draco smiled to himself as he felt Hermione relax and snuggle closer to him.

He had her now.

Nothing else mattered.

A/N: guys. Give me some pointers I think my brain is leaving me!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Wah!!!!!!