A/N

I love everyone who reviewed.

Dedication: I feel like dedicating this chappie to Kelly Clarkson. Yay.

Responses-

Where-my-heart-resides- -laughs really hard-you said "mork" like a million times there. Sprinkled randomness is the best. because we made it. Haha "i can't believe butter" so beats wonder bread, so fear MY wrath.

THEDEMENTEDSOCK- I'll check out your stories.

SecertMurderer- As for Hermione killing Draco, you'll just have to wait and see. And review. lol. Uh ... you are a guy or a girl? Um ... lemme think about it.

Coolgirlc- really, i love wolves! lol

DREAM

"Hermione"

"Hermione"

"Hermione"

Someone was calling her name.

"Wh-who is that?" she choked out.

The voice kept coming closer.

"Hermione"

"Hermione"

"Hermione"

Hermione hesitated, not knowing what to do. She saw a wolf approaching her, stopping to look at her. Then it scampered away, the voices getting louder and louder.

END OF DREAM

Hermione woke up sweating. She slowly wiped the beads of sweat off her face, trying to figure out what her dream meant. She hopped out of bed and went into the bathroom. She washed her face and stared into the mirror. Looking back at her was brown, bushy hair and chocolate eyes that were dull because she was so sleepy. Since Dumbledore had declared this week "Settling in" week, which meant that everyone had a week off before they had to start classes. He had made up the week because 1st years weren't very comfortable to start out with, and he wanted them to be more at home. However, Dumbledore added an another week to the Hogwarts schedule because they had this week off.

Hermione brushed her hair and slowly started to put things away, quietly singing one of her favorite songs.

Draco woke up, groggily wiping his eyes. He had just had a bad dream with a horrible memory in it.

"Damn, what time is it?" he asked, looking at his watch. It was now 11:14.

"I wonder if Granger has written anything in her diary," Draco said to himself, slowly getting out of bed.

He picked up the lilac diary and tossed it onto his bed. He then got under the covers once more, and opened the book to see cursive in a yellow ink.

"So she's happy," Draco concluded.

Today is such a beautiful morning, I can hear the 4th years running around outside.
We have to go to meeting today. It's about the Halloween event.
I had a really weird dream last night. There was a wolf there, and someone was calling my name.

Draco's eyebrows perked up in interest, poring over the text.

I hope I don't have to talk to Draco again today. He's such a prat!
Well, ... besides that, I think I have developed a sort of crush ... on Seamus.
I have no idea I noticed this before, but he's really cute, and he's very good in studies. Well, at least more than Harry and Ron.
He has a very charming smile too.
But I better not get my hopes up.

Then below all of her cursive, their was a sketched drawing of a crow. Hermione looked like she was a very good artist-you could see that she had worked very hard on it. Draco traced over the drawing, seeing the crow had black, tattered feathers. It had a very pointy yellow beak, and you could see the contrast between both shades of yellow. It had shadowy dark eyes that made you feel as if it was peering right into your soul. The picture was breathtaking.

But the question was, why did she draw it?

Draco wanted to find out.

Draco slipped the diary under his bed and headed out towards Hermione's room. He knocked on it lightly.

"Granger?" Draco asked.

A tired Hermione came to her door, sticking her head between the doorway and the door.

"What?" she asked.

"Well... I was wondering... Are you an artist?" he asked her innocently.

"Yeah, where did you hear that from?" she asked, stepping outside and closing the door behind her. She was wearing a polo, that was buttoned all the way up, and was dark blue. She was also wearing redsilk pajama bottoms, that were similar to Draco's green silk ones.

"I heard it from someone, I can't quite remember. Let me see a drawing," Draco said assertively.

"Fine, what do you want to see?" she asked, about to open the door.

"Anything. A good piece," Draco said.

"Fine. I'll show it to you after we go to our meeting with the prefects. You better get ready, it's in fifteen minutes," Hermione said, giving him a signal to go away.

Draco sauntered off, oblivious to Hermione saying her password.

"Bloody Fuck," Draco said to his door. It opened right up. He had a fascination for vulgar passwords.

Draco shuffled across the room and put on his robes, not in the mood for a shower at the moment. He fixed up his bed and looked at the diary. He thought maybe she could be writing it in at this very moment.

And Draco was right.

I can't believe I actually had a civilized conversation with Malfoy. He actually wasn't being such a prat, but he was probably just putting on an act.
But you know what's weird? Well, Malfoy asked if I was an artist. Yeah, I am, but why did he want to know? And who told him?
My crow sketch is a tad bit smeared. I wonder how that happened.

"Oh shit," Draco said aloud to himself. "You can make an affect on it?"

He also wants to see one of my drawings. Of course, I'm not going to show him my very special ones. Maybe I should show him the one of Ginny I made. Yeah, I'll show the git that one. He better not lay a finger on it though, or I'll have to hurt him like I did in third year.
I wonder why he always makes fun of everyone. That's an answer that I think I will never know.

Draco shifted uncomfortably, remembering his worst memory over and over again.

"Bloody hell, I hate him," Draco said miserably, hiding the diary under his pillow, heading out the door to the meeting.

Hermione walked out of her room at an easy pace, humming a tune. She was heading over to meeting early. As she made her way to the meeting, a conflict was residing in her mind.

"Should I be friends with Malfoy if he starts to get nicer? Wait a minute, he'll never get nicer. He'll always be mean. Well, Blaise changed, and he was as mean as Malfoy. Think of all those years he tormented you! But I should just forgive and forget. Damn all the morals, he's evil, are you that daft? He's a death eater!"

Hermione then shut out all of her annoying thoughts as soon as she got to the conference room.

Draco was there, sleeping on the table.

"Hey Malfoy," Hermione called out in a bored tone.

"What," Draco mumbled sleepily.

"You want to see my drawings?" she asked him, trying to budge him.

"Okay," Draco drawled sleepily. He snapped up to see Hermione standing there with a drawing.

Hermione could tell by the look on his face, he was clearly impressed.

"Wow," Draco breathed. "Nice drawing of the She-Weasel."

Hermione glared at him.

"Don't call her that Malfoy. She can hex you in a second. So shut your mouth, you git," Hermione said tolerantly.

"No need to get mad," Draco drawled, smirking his platinum blonde head off.

"Ugh, Draco Malfoy, you are such a bloody prat!" Hermione exclaimed, as the prefects walked into the room.

Hermione cleared her throat and sat down, waiting for the prefects to be seated. She smiled when she saw Ginny.

"Welcome everyone to today's meeting where we will be discussing an idea for a 'welcome back' event. Does anyone have any suggestions?" Hermione said professionally.

Ernie Macmillian raised his hand cheerfully.

"I think we should have an opposite day. We switch places with someone else from a different house and live their life," he suggested.

A couple of prefects nodded in agreement.

"Any other suggestions?"

Susan Bones raised her hand.

"I think we should have a dance with a theme," she suggested.

The girls all squealed in excitement, and the boys measly agreed.

"So it's settled. We will have a dance," Hermione announced.

All of the blokes let out a groan, while simultaneously, the girls smiled gratefully.

"We will meet back here in a week or so. I will inform you as soon as possible so you will be ready for the next meeting," Draco said boredly as the prefects shuffled out of the room.

Draco began to walk out the door, where two boys were talking about how annoying their mums and dads were. Hermione, who was listening in on the conversation, ran out of the meeting room, tears rapidly rolling down her cheeks.

Draco tried to fight the urge to go and chase after her, but his mind got the best of him. He swiftly ran to try and catch up with the sobbing Head Girl.

"Hermione!" Draco blurted. He then grimaced in disgust as Hermione glanced back.

"Unity!" Hermione said quickly to the portrait. It swung right open, and Draco ran in after her.

"Why don't you call me Mudblood and make me feel even worse!" Hermione suggested fiercely, her bushy hair hitting her face as she whipped around to face her.

"Why does it matter!" Draco exclaimed, frustration booming from his voice.

"Bugger off!" Hermione shouted.

"No!" Draco told her, his eyes blazing.

"Just go away! I don't want to talk!" Hermione yelled, her voice muffled since she was crying into a pillow.

"Granger, I'm not leaving. You are not going to be depressed. Your grades might slip," Draco told her calmly.

"I said, go away. Do you understand those simple words, or are you that daft!" Hermione said quietly, sniffing.

"No, I'm not leaving until you feel better. It is my job as a Head to do so," Draco proclaimed staunchly, trying to think of an excuse to hide the weird feeling overcoming his body.

Hermione looked like she was debating with herself if she should be nice or not. Draco could picture two Hermiones shouting insults back and forth.

"Fine." Hermione said, as silence shrouded the room.

They sat in silence until Hermione let out a frightening cry.

"Okay, well my parents you see, they really love me, and I love them. And... well ... this summer my parents di-di-disappeared. Th-they were kidnapped. And they've be-been g-gone ever since."

Draco's heart sank. He felt sorry for Hermione. Even if she was a filthy muggle.

"Granger, that's awful," Draco told her quietly.

Hermione let out a big sigh and closed her eyes as she leaned back into her chair.

"It's okay," Draco told her soothingly.

He couldn't believe why he was being this nice.

"The fucking devil is possessing me!" Draco whispered. He hoped Hermione didn't hear.

He closed his eyes and let his head rest on the couch, following Hermione's action.

He felt a warmth in his fingertips. A fire began to roar on his fingers. Something that was as soft as silk was gliding on his fingers like an ice skater.

Draco opened his eyes and saw Hermione.

She had a devilish smile on her face and was seductively running a finger up and down his hand. He was emotionless.

As he watched Hermione's finger run up and down his hand, he felt utterly disgusted. But he let her.

Draco felt an odd presence by his face.

SMACK

Hermione's hand somehow made it's way behind and up the house and met with Draco's face.

"OW!" Draco yelped in pain.

"Karma," Hermione said simply. "Don't try to be nice if you don't mean it."

Hermione sauntered off, oblivious to Draco, who was now just confused.

"Damn, how did she hear me? She's like that asshole, Pettigrew. She probably has those damn mouse ears!" Draco thought as he heard her door slam.

A/N

I had to add that part in about how Wormtail is a filthy retard. Review. If you don't like my new ending, PM me. Thanks.

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