At her muggle house at around nine o'clock- as usual, Hermione woke up sleepily, but this time with an irritatingly less amount of sleep. Her eyes shot open, however; when she remembered the awfully strange nightmare she had the night was the third time this week she has had this dream- Hermione almost always remembered her dreams vividly, and vivid this one was for sure.

She looked around her room- which was cleaner than it usually was- and it was usually spotless- therefore meaning there was barely anything in the room. All her things were packed and ready for her to go to the burrow later tonight and then eventually head off to Hogwarts for year six.

She sat on the edge of her bed, bouncing on it slightly, still lost in the peculiar dream. It was the same every time- Malfoy screeching as he writhed in pain on the cold stone floor that she always remembered so clearly- it was like in her dream she took note of how hard and unwelcoming the floor must be.

When she looked in the mirror she laughed at herself, her hair- which was in a bun when she went to sleep- tangled itself into a ridiculous looking explosion of frizz. Trying to tame it down a bit with her hand, she sighed and casually waltzed into the kitchen to grab some of her favorite muggle cereal- Rice Krispies.

Assuming her parents were already at work she knew she would have the house to herself for the day- which she took advantage of by writing Ron and Harry an owl, and of course- reading.

Dear Harry and Ron,

I had that dream again, but I told you a million times I will not share the details until I am face to face with you two at the burrow-which should be soon since I leave tonight

-Hermione cold just imagine Ron's reaction as he read the letter 'Bloody hell, why does she keep telling us about this stupid dream she's having if she wont even tell us what its about?'. She laughed at the thought and wrote- sorry Ron. Anyways, I cannot wait to see you two, I have missed you both dearly and I am bored silly over here where I cannot even use an once of magic, I expect you two are feeling the same. At least I have books right?

Love, Hermione

She folded up the letter and gave it to her temporary owl to mail to the boys. And with that she went back up into her room and got lost in a book, not getting out of bed all day until her parents got home later that night.

When she arrived at the burrow just as everyone was waking up. When the door to the house she considered her second, or third home opened she was greeted- as usual- with a tight hug from Mrs. Weasley and a squeal of excitement from Ginny as she was happy to see another female companion in the house at last.

Ron and Harry ran up to her next with wide smiles and warm embraces, she had missed her best friends more that she realized- and simply could not wait to spend long nights making fun of certain Slytherins, and talking about their future year at Hogwarts together and what could possibly happen.

As all the excitement of her arrival died down, she noticed eager stares from both Ron and Harry and she rolled her eyes and said "Relax, after I get unpacked I will tell you everything" she huffed.

"How about while you're unpacking" Ron pushed.

"Merlin! You two are nosier than-than- than I am!" she almost yelled. Ron and Harry gave each other skeptical looks. "But I suppose that would be alright, if you two must know at this very moment." She smiled as the boys brought up her belongings for her. They finally slumped down on her bed, exhausted, as Hermione unzipped her suitcase.

"So…" Harry urged.

"Well, the biggest concern of all is who was in the dream." She started "it is the most awful and despicable person you could even imagine having in your dream"

"Malfoy" Harry and Ron said together.

"Exactly" she said regretfully.

"Ugh, Malfoy? Hermione how could you?" Ron said, making a face.

"Oh no it gets worse" she paused, taking time to fold a pair of jeans.

"Did you two snog?" Ron nearly shouted, face plastered in shock.

"Oh, goodness no. but I don't know if this is much better" Hermione's eyes wondered around the room, wondering how long she could avoid telling them about the dream.

"Hermione- we know it's awful- but please just get on with the story" Harry said.

"Oh, alright. So, it's set in this awfully cold and harsh looking room with stone floors- and there he is- Malfoy squirming in pain on the floor, as if he was-"

"Being tortured" Harry finished.

"Exactly!" Hermione said again, impressed with how spot on and accurate Harry's guesses were. Maybe he had the dream too?

"I was in the dream as well, and when I saw Malfoy on the floor in so much pain- I couldn't bare it. While I was in the dream it felt like a nightmare- like the most horrible thing I could imagine. I heard and awful scream which I assumed was mine, and next thing I know I'm leaning over Malfoy's body.

It was like-like I was in love with him." she finished, slightly nervous but more excited to see Ron and Harry's expression when she was done. The both had their mouths wide open in shock. Ron's eyes had a hint of jealousy and Harry's a hint of disappointment.

Hermione laughed so hard she snorted at the both of them. "It was only a dream for goodness sakes, relax you two"