Title: Dreams

Summary: Hermione is having strange dreams lately. Foul dreams of Lucius and Voldemort torturing her, but in the darkness shines a light. A light that is called Draco Malfoy. They're just dreams, aren't they? But then why does Draco need her help?

Disclaimer: I just own the plot.

Setting: Book 4 & 5? Didn't happen. Voldemort hasn't become corporeal and started his Great War. Let's just say things were postponed. They're now all in their sixth year, and because Voldemort didn't become corporeal, Sirius is still alive, and that means Harry will be slightly different as well.

A/N: Been operated on recently, so I can't type very well. Apologies for the short chapter!

"You're horrible, you know that?"

She muttered, smiling with her eyes closed. He was a gentle kisser. It surprised her. With his looks, he must have had tons of girls, yet he kissed as if he was just as insecure as she was.

She didn't see the look on Malfoy's face change. She didn't see the cold stone wall that his face morphed into.

"Never kissed before, Granger?"

He said maliciously. Hermione felt her cheeks heating up, feeling a sting in her stomach.

"There are things that are more important than snogging, Malfoy. But I suppose someone like you, who can simply buy his NEWTS, doesn't agree with that."

"Fuck you, mudblood."

Malfoy sneered. She didn't need to know that her kiss had actually had an effect on him. Yet he wasn't as good as he usually was. Couldn't he come up with a more witty remark?

"No thank you."

Hermione's voice sounded like she could freeze fire.

"There is a large difference between loving someone and having sex. I thought you of all people would know that."

She stood up, looking at him disgustingly.

"Guess that hair dye really does kiss brain cells."

Malfoy stood there, baffled for one second.

"Get out!"

But she was already gone.

They hadn't spoken ever since. Draco had gone back to his usual routine: being an ass and getting it on with girls. Hermione pretended not to know, or at least not to care. Which was a lot harder than she had expected. Could it be that she really missed Draco? Maybe even l...

No. She felt guilty, that was all. But then again, why should she? He had been the one to pick a fight. A true friend wouldn't insult her like he had! Besides, if he wanted someone who loved him he could always pick Pansy or another Slytherin Girl. They were all over him. One of them had to love him, right?

Then why did she have these dreams? Was it to prepare her for this? So she wouldn't be so averse to loving him? Why had he said those things? Was he so cruel because he too felt something?

There it was. A butterfly in her stomach. She had just admitted that she felt something; or at least had felt something during their kiss. She didn't want to love him but perhaps she had no choice. Perhaps this was all meant to be. In which case they would have to make up soon, before his birthday.

"Goodmorning class. Please take your seats and prepare your assignment while I pair you up."

McGonagall barely looked up from her desk, calmly pairing people and ignoring the protests.

"Zabini – Malfoy."

Pfew, Hermione thought, thank god I'm not paired with him. We'd only fight again, which would make it impossible to tell him I am sorry.

"Professor?"

Hermione looked up to see Blaise Zabini approaching McGonagalls' desk. He spoke softly with her, and had it not been for her desire to sit in front – she hated missing things – she had never heard Zabini's words:

"Draco Malfoy has been missing since this morning."

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