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"Hermione! Ready to go?" Ginny yelled up the stairs.

"Coming!" she said as she packed the last thing into her trunk, a copy of her favorite muggle book. Fred walked in her room and put a quick charm on her trunk so it floated down the stairs and delicately landed on the bottom.

"Thanks Fred" she said, as she tried to hide her blushing. She has always had a bit of a crush on Fred.

"No problem, Hermione" he said and he winked, trotting down the stairs as she followed.

She gushed, bit her lip to hold back a girlish squeal, and walked into the chaos of the Weasley's getting ready for another year at Hogwarts. Mr. Weasley was wrestling something into Harry's trunk as Harry stood their awkwardly, wondering if he should help, as Mrs. Weasley was running around franticly shouting orders.

"Ron and Ginny, get out of here with you're trunks if you're packed up. You're just taking up space. FRED! GEORGE! WHERE ARE YOU'RE TRUNKS! HOW CAN YOU NOT BE PACK-"

"We don't go to school anymore mum" said Fred.

"Yeah, only here to help." Said George

"Remember?" finished Fred.

"Oh, Merlin that's right. Sorry boys. Go outside and help your sister, I'm sure she's struggling with that heavy trunk of hers." Mrs. Weasley wiped the non existent sweat off her brow. Fred and George went outside to see Ginny already had her trunk secured in the muggle vehicle and was helping Ron with his. George laughed.

"Aw, look at ickle Ronnie get help from his big sister!"

"Shut up George! It's not my fault my little sister turned out to be a brute." Ron shouted. Ginny hit him in the arm and Ron gave a yelp and shot her a nasty look.

"Where's Hermione?" Ron complained. "Were gonna be late."

"Speaking of Hermione" Ginny started, speaking much quieter now. "What do you think that dream was about last night? Bloody terrifying if you ask me. Poor girl."

"Well, I would say it was about that git Malfoy" said George sarcastically.

"Yeah, judging by the way she was yelling about him." Fred added, raising his eyebrows. They all looked at Ron.

"What? You think she told me? Last night she refused to talk about it, I think it scared the shit out of her. But yeah, it was definitely about Malfoy. She's had dreams about him before. Dunno what was different about this one though- she wouldn't fess up. But it was definitely different; she's never reacted like that."

"Others?" Ginny said- wide eyed.

"I shouldn't say…." He said guiltily.

"Come on Ronnie!" said Fred. "Tell us!"

"Well shes just had these other dreams of Malfoy, in this creepy castle. All she remembers is Malfoy being tortured by the cruciatus curse." Ron stopped, fearing to say the rest of what Hermione had told him and Harry that night.

"Go on." Ginny saw right through him, and he grimaced as he said the rest.

"Well, she said that the dream was weird cause… well she was in the dream too. And when she saw Malfoy being tortured- she- she- she said that in her dream… it hurt her to see him like that. It was like she cared about him… in the dream of course."

Fred and Ginny looked shocked, but George wasn't too surprised.

"That explains why she called him by his bloody first name last night. That really stumped me. I've never heard her call him… what's his first name again?"

"Draco." Ron said with disgust. Fred and George snorted at his name, and Ginny sniggered. Just then, Harry and Hermione came out of the burrow all ready to go.

"What are you Weasleys whispering about?" Harry called out with a smile. They all turned around swiftly, looking a bit suspicious. Hermione raised an eyebrow.

"Plans for our new shop" Fred covered up. "Strictly Weasley business, sorry mate."

Mrs. Weasley and Mr. Weasley came out after them.

"Alright everyone, lets move along. Don't want to miss the train now do we?" Mr. Weasley pushed everyone towards the strange vehicle as Fred and George fit in Harry and Hermione's trunks.

What seemed like minutes later, Hermione was woken up by Ginny. They had already arrived at Kings Cross station. She huffed as she got her things out- frustrated that her nap had barely felt like anything, but thankful that she didn't dream again while in the car. On the other side of platform 9 ¾ the chaos of all the parents had a hint of worry this time. This year Hogwarts was undoubtedly less safe. Mr. Weasley gave her a smile and a pat on the back, Mrs. Weasley pulled her in for a rib squeezing hug, and passed her off to Fred and George. Both the twins gave her a good hug, and Hermione nearly died when Fred added a kiss on the cheek at the end of his hug. So smitten from Fred's gesture, Hermione didn't notice the pole in front of her and ran smack into it. She could hear the unmistakable shriek of laughter of Pansy Parkinson a few meters away, and frowned as she waved goodbye to the Weasley family and walked onto the train with Harry, Ron, and Ginny.

"Bye, Hermione!" Said Fred loudly, waving to her with a goofy smile on his face, he winked at her again.

Several meters away, Narcissa Malfoy, who was watching her son with silent fervor heard the name again- Hermione. She snapped her head to her left where she heard the name coming from and spotted one of those Weasleys waving dumbly. Her blue eyes followed his line of vision and landed on a Gryffindor with rather curly hair and confidence in her step. She knew who that was, that was a friend of Harry Potter's, both Lucius and Draco had complained about her often. That girl was a mudblood, so why was Draco dreaming of her? Narcissa was confused beyond belief, which is something she hated to feel. She felt sick to her stomach, and hurried back home to write a owl to her son, demanding him to explain everything.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione found their own booth in the back and Ginny sat with her new boyfriend. Ron rolled his eyes and grimaced as he eyed the two of them suspiciously.

"Ron leave her alone, she really likes him and you're not going to mess this up for her."

"Oh and what will you do about it? Run into another pole?"

"That was an accident! I had my mind on other things…"

"Like my brother?"

"What? Ron-"

"Hermione, please. I saw him give you that extra little kiss when saying goodbye. Little prat, I told him not to…" but Ron stopped abruptly when Harry elbowed him in the side.

"Told him not to what?"

"Nothing."

"Oh, never mind you two. I need to catch up on sleep. I don't want to be groggy on the first day of classes." She said as she adjusted herself to rest. "Don't bother me"

But just as she said that, a tall blonde appeared at their door and slid it open.

"Get out of here Malfoy." Ron snapped, narrowing his eyes at the Slytherin.

Hermione had her eyes closed, but as soon as she heard the name, they shot open and she tried to ignore the nightmare standing in front of her. Harry shot her a cautious look, and saw her eyed wide in terror, face as pale as Draco's. Hermione stiffened, her heart began to race. Scenes from the nightmare flew back into her mind- the green flash, Mafloy's dead body, her sobs, that awful shriek…

"Relax weasel, I'm just as thrilled to be here as you are. I need to speak to Granger- its about prefect duties."

Hermione's head shot up and her wide eyes landed on his face. The pain that she felt in the dream pulsed through her veins and she could feel her palms start to get sweaty. Memories and images from the dream flew past her eyes now. She wanted to close her eyes and pretend he wasn't here- but there was no escaping him. Just Malfoy's presence sent her heart rate unnaturally high, made her break out in sweat, and made her want to retch. It also seemed, that whenever he was near, that mist started to invade her mind- and this might've frightened her more than his cold glare.

"Come on Granger, I'm not going to do anything to you. Lets just get this over with." Tired of waiting, Draco reached over and grabbed Hermione by the forearm and pulled her out of her seat.

His touch sent her into a whirlwind of panic. She wanted desperately for him to let go, to pull herself off of him, but she was still frozen in helpless shock and fear.

"You get your hand off her!" Ron shouted. But just as he got up, something that seemed like a shifting charm pushed him back in the seat, but no wand was out anywhere.

Ron looked in shock at Harry.

"Did he just…?" Harry started.

"I didn't know he could do that." Ron said, still a bit stunned.

Draco sat her down violently in an empty cart and the door slammed shut on its own. The loud sound of the door shutting ripped Hermione out of her trance and she quickly composed herself and looked at Draco, doing her best to hold back the countless emotions she was feeling at the moment, all the while being on alert for anything Malfoy might try to pull. Draco sat across from her, elbows resting on his knees, brows furrowed.

"What is it Malfoy, I've got to catch up on sleep." She said irritably.

"I bet you do." He said with a smirk that had a hint of knowing, and something else, in it. Hermione bit her lip nervously at this comment. A surge of fear shot up her spine. Did he know? No, there was no way he knew about the dreams. He couldn't have. He took out his wand and shot a silencing spell around the cart. Then he tucked his wand away.

"Have you been dreaming about me, Granger?"

He said the words with such grace and ease that it sent shockwaves of icy shivers up and down her spine. His smirk had turned into a truly evil one, and Hermione's eyes went back to wide and terrified. Her heart wanted to jump out of her chest and run away, and she wanted to run too. She couldn't breathe, and she got up to try and run out of the cart but the door wouldn't budge and Hermione was thrust back into her seat.

Draco's wand, however; was still tucked neatly in his pocket.

Hermione stood there in her seat, still frozen, eyes still wide, completely lost. She was so bewildered that it hadn't even occurred to her that Draco hadn't called her a mudblood yet. When she did snap out of her terrifying and overwhelmed haze however- she did notice that Draco was being rather polite and reasonable. This was unlike him.

"I'll take that as a yes." His tone got much more serious and concerned, his face now inches from hers. "You're not the only one who's been having strange dreams about their least favorite person of the opposite sex." He said, barely a whisper, but a harsh one.

Hermione retracted from her position and stared at Malfoy for a long time. The emotions were still running through her, the emotions from the dream, but if he could hold them back, so could she.

"Wha-Wha- How." She stopped, took a deep breath and tried again. "You- How- What about- But- Um…." She cursed herself and he just ignored her pathetic attempts.

"Yes. No matter how much I hate to admit, you have been in my dreams lately. And these aren't any old dreams, Granger. I want to stop having these bloody dreams, and I want to stop it now. Since you seem to be having dreams of me, your going to tell me just what these dreams are about, and then I'll see how I can fix my problem. If all goes well, I can stop my dreams and you…well you're on your own."

"On my own? Oh no, no, no Malfoy. If you want me to share my dreams with you, you have to share you're dreams with me so we can both work on this together. That way we can get this over with faster. And I don't care what you say because we are not 'on our own' on this. This is something we need to fix together. I know the idea sounds repulsing, trust me it is, but we're the two highest in the class so it shouldn't take us too long to figure it out."

Draco glared at her with a clenched jaw for a long time, then finally spoke.

"You keep saying things like 'we' and 'us' and 'together' and 'our'…. And I don't like it." Hermione rolled her eyes "but I suppose you are right. 'we' need to fix this 'together'" he said the words like they were a bitter taste in his mouth. Hermione rolled her eyes again.

"Alright, you first then" he said.

"What? No way, you go first. You're the one who captured me and brought me in here."

"But you're the one who had the idea of sharing dreams. Besides, ladies always go first." He smirked again and Hermione gave up as she remembered how stubborn Slytherins were, and how much she hated Malfoy.

"I'm sorry, Malfoy, but did I just head you refer to me as a lady?"

"Just go" he said coldly.

"Fine. In the beginning, it was just you getting tortured in some cold, dusty old stone room, and me… me… I was… well in the dream I was worried about you. It was like, when I saw you being tortured there, it was like I actually cared about you. It was like I loved you." She gulped back the vomit, and continued on. "but then last night… "

And at these words Draco nearly jumped out of his seat. His blue eyes had been studying her as she told the dream, but when she said this, his eyes shot open.

"You had a dream last night too?"

"Yes! Did you?"

"I- It's not my turn to tell yet! Plus you are awful at telling you're dream. You need to go into full detail. Tell me everything you remember."

Hermione looked at him for a long time. That moment in her dream when Draco smiled at her flashed across her mind, and she decided to trust him. it would probably be a huge mistake, but she went ahead.

"Last night's was different. It started out normally. There was the purple mist as usual, an-"

"You had the mist?" Draco suddenly interrupted, his eyes wide.

"Yes. And you know what else I had in my dream? No one butting in!" Hermione scolded. Draco gave her a cruel sneer and she went on.

"Anyways, there was the mist. I'm not sure what it means, but I know it's important. It's there every time- like it starts the dream or something. Then, then the nightmare actually starts. I'm in this dark, long corridor, with exceptionally cold and grey looking stones. I'm looking for something, or… someone." Hermione gulped and looked up at Malfoy- who was listening probably harder to her than he ever had. "I was looking for you, and I desperately wanted to find you, it was like my life depended on it. Then, at the end of the seemingly endless corridor- I see a red light, a red flash of light. And I know, somehow I know, that you are at the other end of the corridor being tortured. I started running, sprinting more like, towards you. I don't know about you, Malfoy, but the… the… emotions that I was feeling in that dream felt very, very real. It was frightening how real they felt. I was so scared for you, my heart was beating through my chest, it all felt so real. It was awful. Um, so I was running toward you- to try and save you I suppose? I kept running, I got closer and I could see you, you had obviously been tortured. But when I was about five feet away, before I could get to you, green took over the whole scene and you… you… you were killed. The pain I felt then, it was unbearable. I screamed for you, I ran over to your body and cried. I was sobbing and screaming and-" she stopped "and then I woke up and I was outside of the burrow, that's where the Weasleys live, in the middle of the night. I must have gotten up and sleepwalked, all the way to the front of their house. I think I was sleep talking too"

"Merlin, this is bad."

"What?"

"You sleepwalked. Have you ever sleepwalked in your life? Is it a normal thing for you?"

"No, I'm usually a very calm sleeper. You?"

"I'm known to mumble in my sleep, but never get up and walk around."

"Brilliant." She said sarcastically. Hermione really wanted out of there. Although she was getting better at hiding it, being so close to Malfoy for this long not only made her sick, but a very unexpected but strong fear buzzed around inside of her. "Can I go now? I'm sure that once we get to school we can ask… someone for help"

"Very well. Au revoir, Granger." He said with a smirk on his face, looking all too pleased with himself."

"What is wrong with you?'

"Nothing, I'm absolutely fine." He said, smirking again.

"Wait! You didn't tell me about your dream!" she turned to face him directly now and crossed her arms over her chest. "Fess up."

He frowned. Draco had almost gotten away with it, but the mudblood had to screw it up. "My dream was exactly like yours, except the roles were switched." He shrugged, and smirked again "Now, you can leave."

"Did I smile at you just before I died?" Hermione said, glaring at Draco with mean intentions. She knew this would get him. She knew this would make him spill.

"Excuse me?"

"In my dream, just before you died, you smiled at me. Not a devilish smirk like you had on a few seconds ago, a real genuine smile."

"Smiled? That's ridiculous. I would never smile at you."

"And do you really think I would ever care as much about your wellbeing as I did in my dream? These dreams are obviously very unrealistic, Malfoy."

Draco just scowled at her, and then spoke, but in a way like he was forced to speak or he would die. "You didn't smile at me. But you did say something…"

Hermione raised an eyebrow.

"You said 'It's alright' like I needed comfort or something. And next thing you were dead." His eyes were ice blue now, and his face stoic. Hermione bit her lip.

"and then…"

"And then I killed my aunt." He said, jaw audibly claming shut.

"You-you-you what?"

"I killed my aunt Bellatrix. She is the one who killed you in the dream, so I killed her. My dream was set in my manor, and I assume your dream was too, based on your description. Did you kill anyone in your dream?"

"Wha- no." Hermione eyed Draco very cautiously, as if he was a bomb about to go off. And based on the way he held in his feelings, he probably was. For the first time in a long time, Hermione was actually scared of Draco. His confession worried her, and she decided that she had enough information on their dream for today. She got up and made her way to the door, and stopped just before she opened it.

"I'm going back to Ron and Harry. Get some sleep, Malfoy."

She looked down at him, furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, and left.

Draco sat there quietly for a few moments, thinking about what had just happened. Granger had a dream about him he had died in it- just like she had died in his, it was set in his home- just like his, she had felt incredible pain and longing throughout the dream- just as he did.

And if he was correct, she was still trying to hold back those emotions from the world; the pain felt fresh and raw every time she woke from the nightmare; and she was scared of having the dream every time she feel asleep- just like him.

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