okay so, this chapter is a bit longer- okay twice as long. Hope you like it! Just a warning- I might be editing the other chapters so that they make sense in the rest of the story. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW! The more you review the faster I will update! Here are the songs that I listened to while writing this part. They really helped me get in the mood of the story, and I think this part is better than the others because of it- and I think they will help you too!

My Love- Sia (Hermione)

Disarm- Smashing Pumpkins (Draco)

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Hermione was relieved to be safe in the Burrow. Truthfully, she had always felt safer in the Burrow than she did at her muggle home, because at lease here there was a lot of trained wizards there to fend off any threats. Other than Hogwarts, the Burrow was the safest place Hermione spent any of her time. But not even the Burrow could stop the nightmare from revisiting Hermione's dreams tonight.

She got to the Burrow rather late in the day, so she only had time for dinner, unpacking while telling the boys about her dream, and catching up with Ginny for an hour. She would have loved to chat longer, but the unmistakable screeches of Mrs. Weasley ("off to bed! Come on now!") couldn't be ignored.

As she drifted off to sleep and into another world, and eerie mist spread itself around her mind- setting the scene for the awful dream to play over again. This time, however; the dream was different. The other times, the dream came and went like any other dream, but as she lay there- eyebrows furrowed- deep in sleep, Hermione got out of her small creaky bed. The dream continued in her frustrated mind as she subconsciously padded across the room and fiddled with the doorknob until she got it open.

In the world she was dreaming in, Hermione was walking cautiously and curiously through a dark and musty corridor that seemed to match the hard floor that she always remembered from her dreams before. Her bare feet against the cold stone sent shivers up her legs and the hair rose on the back of her neck. The corridor seemed never ending, her curious brown eyes darted from one wall to the other- they were all the same- cold and gray- like a certain pair of eyes that had lingered in her mind every time she woke up. Suddenly, she heard a scream and her head snapped in the direction of the noise- and saw a red flash at the end of the corridor. Her heart faltered and before she knew it her bare feet were swiftly taking her down the corridor- her wild brunette curls flying behind her. The emotion that was running through a sleeping Hermione had never felt so real. Fear beat itself against her head, trying to find a way out, but there was no escape. Longing and passion, however; were buzzing insider her- bouncing around her torso. She thought she could literally feel them trying to escape as well, but she then realized that was just her heart pounding in her chest. Only ten feet from where the red light had appeared- she saw what she knew would be there. Although she hoped she had been wrong, she was right, her faith was emptied as she saw Draco Malfoy on his knees, he had clearly been tortured for hours. As she got closer she could see the color was long gone from his face, but the light in his eyes was still there. Draco spotted her when she was nearly five feet away and he managed a weak but genuine smile before a murderous green flash took over the whole room. That smile, the thing that Hermione loved the most abut Draco, was the last she would ever see of him. Hermione screamed as she looked into the dull gray eyes that were now as lifeless as the walls she was just trapped in. Now she was trapped in this cruel world without her love, her only. She let out scream after scream- releasing a different emotion that had been boiling within her each time- while sobbing uncontrollably as she collapsed over the dead body of Draco. She screamed his name with so much pain that she felt her heart brake, but this didn't bring him back, nothing would. A bone chilling gust of wind traveled violently across her face. The breeze whipped at her again- and this time it carried her back into reality.

Mrs. Weasley woke up sharply to a ghastly scream that immediately chilled her achy bones wrinkled skin. She shot up and so did her heart rate.

"Ginny?" she shrieked? "Ginny, sweetheart I'm coming!"

Her heart pounded as she ran to Ginny's room, she heard the scream come again, and she imagined coming into the room to see her worst fear. When she burst into the room- wand at the ready- she saw her confused, safe, but still terrified daughter.

"Gin-" but Mrs. Weasley was interrupted by another scream that did not come from her daughter's mouth.

"It's not me mum! It's Hermione! Look!" Ginny pointed to the small window next to her bed. By now all of the Weasleys and Harry were out of bed, rumbling around trying to figure out what was going on. Mrs. Weasley peered out of the window and gasped as she saw Hermione out in front of the house screaming on the ground as if she were hovering over something.

"Oh my!" She whispered harshly as she scurried out of the room- bumping into everyone in the house on her way. "Out of my way! Out of my way! Sorry Harry dear-" she said as she nearly knocked him down the spiral staircase. Mrs. Weasley was down in the front yard running to Hermione fasted than most of her family had ever seen her. She ran up to Hermione and placed a careful hand on her back, but retracted it when another shriek of pain poured out of Hermione. Everyone else in the house was in the front yard now too- but they kept their distance- watching from the doorstep. The name that escaped from Hermione's lips next put everyone into shock. Fred and George gaped with their mouth wide open, Ginny squeaked, Mr. Weasley furrowed his eyebrows in disapproval, and Harry and Ron exchanged nervous glances at each other.

"DRACO!" she screamed, shaking uncontrollably. Her eyes were still closed however.

Mrs. Weasley stared at her for a moment- then put a brave arm on her shoulder and realized she was… asleep. "wake up! Hermione, dear, please wake up! Its only a dream!" But there was no response, only more screams and sobs. Finally, Mrs. Weasley sighed as if this next action was her last and most unwanted resort. "Hermione, its alright! It was just a dream… he's alive" she said the last phrase with so much understanding that this is what woke her up. Mrs. Weasley shook her slightly harder now and Hermione's eyes shot open.

Her heart was vibrating beneath her chest, and her face was sweating profusely- or were those tears? The fear and pain still lingered in her chest- and the lifeless cold gray eyes were still haunting her mind. Why was she outside? The last thing she remembered she was drifting into sleep in her bed.

"It's okay dear" she calming sound of Mrs. Weasley's voice echoed around her "your safe now. It was just a dream"

And that's when she knew. She had been dreaming again, but this time she was sleepwalking, and sleep… screaming. Hermione felt the relief and confusion sweep over and it was too much for her. She threw her arms around Mrs. Weasley and cried hard into her shoulder. A soft hand rubbed her back calmly- and after a few minutes she got the strength to stand up. But as soon as she turned around and saw the whole lot of Weasley's watching her with fear and shock- embarrassment raided her mind and her knees faltered a bit before she ran into Harry and Ron's welcoming and understanding embraces- letting them hold her up as her knees finally gave in.

"All of you! Back inside and up to bed! Now! This isn't some freak show, so stop gaping- Fred! Geroge!" Mrs. Weasley shrieked and Hermione silently thanked her. Fred and George snapped their mouths shut at their mother's orders and sulked back inside with the rest of the family. Harry, Hermione, and Ron walked in last- spare Mrs. Weasley who was still out in the yard staring ahead- the boys holding up Hermione with their arms.

Mrs. Weasley stood out in the cold yard, wind whipping her short hair around her face. She tightened her robe around her plump body and sighed.

"Molly!" her husbands voice sounded, head poking out of one of the many windows. "coming in, dear?"

"Soon Lexius-" she stopped short and cursed to herself "I mean, Arthur. I'm alright"

"Okay dear"

Mrs. Weasley let the wind swirl around her, she took another deep breath and replayed tonight events in her mind. Hermione had been dreaming about Draco Malfoy, the wretched son of that git Lucius. She obviously knew it was a nightmare, hence the screaming and crying- but Mrs. Weasley had the strangest feeling Hermione had dreams like this before, like she was expecting it. The way Hermione looked when she finally awoke- after the horror from the dream faded off her countenance- was that of someone who had just experienced something they knew would happen, no matter how much they wished it wouldn't. Hermione had dreamed of Draco before, and she didn't like it.

When Mrs. Weasley came up to bed after several more minutes of contemplating in the wind- she found her husband awake reading by wand light.

"I thought you would be asleep" she said shakily, she knew he knew what she was thinking. Mr. Weasley didn't answer her, he just peered at her through his spectacles and smiled.

"Something is bothering you sweetheart." He said warmly.

"I-I'm sorry I called you Lexius, really I am. Its just that what happened tonight with Hermione made me think of him. You know that I love you, and you only Arthur, right?"

"Of course." He smiled again and patted the empty spot on the bed next to him. "I forgive you, its understandable Molly." He finished and she sat on the bed and leaned over to kiss him on the forehead.

"Hermione is more like me than I thought" she sighed. And with that he put out the light.

Draco got lost in the book within the first page. Through the whole day, he stayed glued to the book, only leaving his room to go to the bathroom or grab something to eat. The stories completely pulled him in, it was as if he really was lost, like he had ventured into the forest and forgotten his way out. But Draco didn't mind being lost in this forest- better than that bloody forest outside of Hogwarts he had to go into in his first year.

The day went by quickly; the hours flew by adventure by adventure. For the first time in years- Draco felt like a child again- something he rarely got to do even when he was a child. And now that his father was out weeks at a time- Draco had even less time to be a child. He had to fill the shoes that he knew he one day would need to fill- he never knew he would have to fill them so soon, however. He heard a loud crack the split up the sky and he decided that now was a good time to go to sleep- he always found it easier to fall asleep to the sounds of a storm. The lightening and thunder calmed him.

As he closed his eyes- a heavy weight spread itself across his chest and he knew he would have that dream again tonight. Subconsciously, Draco turned on his side and pulled his knees slightly towards his torso- and went on dreaming.

The first hour of sleep was peaceful, and dream-free, but as the night continued the inevitable dream crept into his mind. Draco was breathing steadily as he slipped into a very different world- even though it took place in the very house he was in.

Smoke swirled around him as he was brought into the alternate universe that was his dreams. All of the sudden, he was in the west corridor of his home- frantically searching a sign of his lover. The corridor was much longer than he remembered- it seemed like it would never end. Until he saw a flash of red light in the distance- he was beginning to feel like it was hopeless. His heart plummeted to the floor- he know who that red flash was directed to and even worse- he knew who cast it. He knew her very well, although he wished he didn't.

The soles of his leather shoes slapped against the cold stone floor as he ran to save her. Every step he got closer- he found it harder and harder to breath, he felt like his throat was closing in, like there wasn't much time left for him or for the girl he was in love with.

The scene he walked into was his worst nightmare; the black haired witch gave Draco a menacing smile- her eyes void of feeling, only filled with revenge- and took his love from him with two words and a flash of that familiar green light. Just before the curse hit her- Hermione whispered 'It's alright'. And then, too soon enough, the life in her warm, golden brown eyes was gone.

Draco's insides burned and his heart snapped. He felt weaker than he had ever felt, but Hermione's last words willed him to carry on- even if it was only for a few seconds- so he could do what he wished to do for a long time. Draco lifted his wand, tears wetting his face, and whispered the same words that had taken the only purpose in his life only moments ago, but he whispered these words with such fervor and spite that the curse hit his aunt so hard she flew thirty feet back.

It was the first person he had ever killed- and he didn't even flinch, that is, until he remembered the lifeless girl on the floor. Cries of pain echoed in the manor, screams, curses, and lastly- her name. The constant glow of her skin was fading and soon it would be as cold and pale as his own. He touched her cheek- the warmth was still there- and he kissed it tenderly before sobs took over. There was a slam behind him, but he didn't move from his position, but as the slam of the heavy wooden door echoed throughout the lifeless room- Draco snapped his head up and saw the real world unravel itself in front of him.

The cries of a mother's son were something you just knew. Narcissa's blue eyes shot open as she heard the unfortunately familiar screams of Draco. Not even bothering to shrug on her night sweater, she ran through the corridors of the empty home- ignoring the cold that stung her soft skin. The shouts of her son pulsed through her head- giving her a worried headache. These screams were worse than they had ever been. She heard what sounded like pain, and ran faster.

"Draco!" she shrieked. "It's only a dream darling! Wake up!"

To her absolute horror, however; Draco was not shuffling violently in his large bed- he wasn't even in his room.

"Draco! Where are you!" she screamed, horrified of what she would find of her son if the worst was to be expected. Her heart raced, and she could barely feel her hands. Tears escaped from her icy eyes as she cast a quick charm that lead her to her son. Relieved beyond words, she found her son safe in a very drafty sitting room on the third floor. He was screaming still, looking to be leaning over something.

"Sweetheart, wake up! Its not real!" she screeched as she ran over to him. Her only son was shaking as he shouted a name she had never heard before.

"NO! HERMIONE!" Draco's raspy voice broke the silence like glass. Narcissa put a hand on his back, rubbed it, and kept reassuring him that everything was okay and it was just a dream- but he didn't wake, he just continued sobbing very loudly. Narcissa tried thinking about what Draco may be dreaming about- she had heard him say 'don't hurt her' in previous dreams- so she tried to reassure him that this Hermione girl was alright.

"She's okay Draco." Her voice was calm this time, reminding a slightly conscious Draco of how she used to talk to him when he was a boy. "Wake up."

And with that, Draco took a huge gasp of air- like he was underwater for too long, drowning- as he woke completely from his dream. He looked around him and saw he was out of bed, and in the same room that his nightmare had taken place. The sight of the place made him shutter and he wrapped his lean arms around his mother. Her soft calm voice settled his heartbeat as he breathed heavily- inhaling her comforting scent. For a few minutes he just sat there embracing his mother, until his feeble voice- so weak it embarrassed him- broke the silence again, but much less violently.

"Mother, could I get some tea?" he nearly squeaked. Narcissa smiled at Draco, seeing the little boy in him for the fist time in a long time. The innocence in his eyes had been gone for a long time, but it was here now, she could see in his face that he needed her and he was not afraid to ask for her comfort. She stroke his blond hair in a motherly way and grasped his hand, taking him to the kitchen.

As Draco calmly sipped his chamomile tea, he let the heat of the first sip slide down his throat and spread across his chest and down his arms until it reached his fingertips. He smiled at his mother weakly- seeing the urge to say something lingering on her face.

"Yes, mother?" he said smiling.

"Draco" she started cautiously. "Who's Hermione?"