Disclaimer: All to J.K. Rowling of course

A/N: Thanks for all the reviews. Happy New Year! I had a boring one; I was kind of sick and fell asleep before midnight. And I was highly disappointed that Blockbuster did not have "Dot the I" in stock, I'm a big fan of Gael Garcia Bernal, and that's the only movie that I haven't seen. I got all emotional listening to the La Oreja De Van Gogh, I'm still missing one of their CD'S, "Dile Al Sol" if only they had their lyrics in English / Anyone here a fan of Latin music? Mecano? Moenia? Sorry I'm just curious. I really liked how this part of the story turned out. Enjoy your reading.

Despiértate, olvídalo,
aquello nunca sucedió,
todo fue una ilusión.

Awaken, forget everything

Nothing ever happened,

Everything was an illusion

Pesadilla, (Nightmare) -La Oreja De Van Gogh

Hermione twirled her long brown hair around her finger. It was Decemeber 26th and she was back at Hogwarts. Harry and Ron would arrive tomorrow. She had an immense trouble sleeping the night before.

Hermione Granger had kissed one of her own worst enemies, Draco Malfoy. Half of her wanted to feel disgusted, and her other half had enjoyed it. She felt a spark ignite through out her whole body when her lips had touched his. I can't do this, I would be betraying Harry and Ron that thought had been her mantra all morning long.

Hermione wanted to deny that feeling that was rooted inside of her heart. She curled up in her bed and began to cry

Draco paced back and forth inside his room. It was hard to believe that Hermione was just a wall away, and even the thick wall could not drown out the sobs he heard from the other side. His heart ached for her, and he didn't know what to make of it. Here he was, Draco Malfoy, the bad ass of all Slytherin, pining for the Head Girl!

Out of all the people in the bloody school, he had to have fallen for the damn mud blood. He was supposed to carry on the Malfoy legacy, to join the Deatheaters and become a faithful servant to the Dark Lord.

Instead he was infatuated with a fucking muggle. Oh if only his father would find out. The shame would all be bestowed on the family name, and his father would murder him for sure. There was a war coming up and he had to decide what side he was going to be on.

How would the Slytherin cronies react to the news? He'd be the laughing stalk of all bloody Hogwarts. A mudblood and a pure blood together. Draco didn't want to think such selfish thoughts, but he couldn't help it.

He wanted his mind to fast forward to the future… where he was expected of course to marry a pure blood bride. But he wanted to break tradition; he wanted to disown his father. He wanted to break free from this bond that had been given to him since his birth.

All of his life he had taken orders from his father,

"Draco, do this, Draco practice your Dark Arts more carefully".

But he had been a coward, and had always obeyed his father. The fear that his mother would be hurt in his consequences of not listening had always been a factor. He obeyed because he wanted his mother to live. Even if his mother did not always shower him with motherly affection, she would always protect him.

Draco ran his fingers through his blonde hair and sighed. He slumped against his armchair and stared at the roaring fire in fireplace. The heat did nothing to warm his yearning heart. He had to make a decision, and he wasn't sure what it was going to be.