Here is the new chapter! I really enjoyed writing this chapter, ideas are brewing in my head- and I think you all will love them! While writing this chapter I listened to a lot of Mumford and Sons and Bon Iver so...

This chapter is still a bit short, it will be a while before I write another long one, but anyways.. please share your thoughts after! I LOVE hearing from you guys. Oh, and just a warning... some of the characters may be a bit... OOC if you know what I mean ;)

Finally, Hermione was safe insider her Gryffindor common room. Something about the red and gold interior comforted her, and the oversized chairs she spent many nights doing homework in were just as comfy as she remembered. Thoughts still invaded her mind. Draco was so polite today on the train. It was extremely uncharacteristic for any Slytherin, and especially him.

Perhaps it was a forced politeness due to his desperation to stop his dreaming of her. What was she talking about? Of course it was forced! Malfoy would never dream of being polite unless he had to. Although he did dream of Hermione, and that is rather peculiar itself. Hermione paced back and forth, barefoot on the soft warm carpet that stretched across the room.

As she continued to pace, she raised her hands up to her mouth and started biting her nails nervously which was something very out of character for her. Hermione told Harry and Ron everything- but the conversation between Draco and her is something she planned on keeping a secret forever. Also, Hermione hated Malfoy, she hated him so much, but she never felt this scared of him until now. Hermione wasn't sacred of very many people.

And she hated feeling scared of him because that is probably exactly what he wanted, but she couldn't help it. Whenever he was around -a sharp pain, and an unexplainable fear of him, hit her in the chest. In his presence- cold sweats broke out over her forehead and her eyes grew wide in terror. She didn't know why, but whenever Draco was around, she got the feeling that her life was in danger. But before she could make any sense of this fear, Neville Longbottom appeared from the boys dormitories. He looked worn and tired- but just as friendly as always.

"Hullo Hermione!"

"Oh! Neville! Hi there, good to see you, it really is. I mean I saw you on the train … So I suppose… but its different here in the common room… well its just good to see you" she finished awkwardly. Clearly her nerves were taking greater toll than she expected. It had always been easy to talk to Neville, but now it seemed impossible to talk to anyone. Suddenly Luna Lovegood appeared what seemed like out of thin air and stared dreamily at Hermione with her head tilted like a confused dog.

"Are you alright Hermione? It seems like something is bothering you"

Just as Hermione was about to ask her rudely why she would think such things (although they were true), Luna spoke again as if she had read her mind.

"You never chew your nails" she said simply, smiling almost smugly, like she knew.

Hermione was never very fond of Luna- but she did have to admit she was rather observant and insightful. She forced a smile at Luna. Perhaps she could try being nice to the girl.

"I'm fine, thank you Luna."

"Very well. I should get going" she kissed Neville on the cheek, and just before she reached the door, she turned and looked at Hermione "you look awfully tired Hermione, you should get some sleep."

"Yeah, that's likely" said Hermione sarcastically. She didn't mean to say it, it just slipped out. Yet another out of character thing Hermione did in this past hour.

"Why? Bad dreams?" Luna said. Hermione's heart nearly stopped, and her jaw flew open. She quickly shut it however, and snapped at Luna.

"How are you even allowed in here Lovegood? You're a Ravenclaw." Hermione and Neville were surprised at the sharpness in her voice. And… had she just called Luna by her surname?

Luna, however, was completely unfazed.

"It's a new rule to promote House Unity. Surely you knew that Hermione? Wow you must really be out of it." Luna giggled, and then she was gone. So many emotions were building up in Hermione, and she wasn't sure which one to express, so she choose the one she was most known for. She threw down the butterbeer she was having and stomped up stairs to her room, where she could cry uncontrollably in private.

Nevilla stood shocked. Glancing back between the door and the shattered sticky mess on the ground. Had he missed something?

"Scorgify" he whispered, and the mess cleaned itself up.

Since Crabbe and Goyle had got off the train and were too far ahead of him, Draco had to walk down to the dungeons alone, which he didn't normally like. It made him feel like the year was going to be a lonely one. When he finally arrived in his dormitories, his things were already placed by his dark green four poster bed. He was about flop onto the inviting sheets when he noticed a letter laying on his bed, and he stopped before he sat on it. As soon as he opened it however, he wished he had sat on it.

It was a letter from his mother.

It wasn't just any old letter however. As his eyes scanned the page and read over the word, his heart skipped a beat and he stammered back. Luckily the bed was there to catch him. He sat motionless as he continued to stare at the word, the name. It was just there, so simply, like it meant nothing, but it meant everything. It as mocking him.

'Hermione'. The letters were there in his mothers perfect handwriting.

She knew. His mother knew who he had been dreaming about. She knew exactly who he has been dreaming about- she knew who she was friends with and she knew what she was.

'She is that mudblood friend of Harry Potters, isn't she.'

And as he continued to read the letter, his heart sank lower and lower and the urge to vomit all over the paper grew higher and higher. Specific words and sentences stuck out to him, and stung more than the rest, but either way the letter had the overall effect of dread.

'If you have any relationship with her at all, you are going to tell me right now.'

Draco scoffed at this assumption. Him with Granger? That's hilarious. No, its not even funny. It's disgusting. He kept on reading.

'Please trust me when I say I will understand, or at least I will understand more that your father would' His slight amusement was whisked away, however, at that statement. He knew this to be true. If his father knew, surely Draco would be beaten.

His mother wanted to know everything, and she was sure Draco would tell her. Just as he was thinking of ways to destroy the letter and pretend it never existed, he read a bone chillingly cruel sentence in his mothers elegant yet unforgiving handwriting. As he read it, he could just hear her voice in his head saying it to him sharply, but calmly.

'However, if you decide to be the rebellious little Slytherin you think you are and completely ignore my request- I will kindly forbid Severus to make any Dreamless Sleep Potion for you and you can deal with dreaming about a mudblood Gryffindor in the Slytherin dorms.'

At this, he groaned and threw himself on the bed. He knew now that he had to reply back with information. He read the rest of the letter with a nervous frown and nearly laughed at the last three words.

'Your loving mother'

Loving? Bullocks. However, he knew his mother loved him. He knew how much he meant to her. It wasn't until he finished reading the letter that he noticed a sentence he must have overlooked.

'Please Draco. You are all I have left.' This sent chills down his spine. It must mean that she no longer trusts or cares for Lucius- and vice versa. A spring of empathy shot through him, only for a moment, and then he threw the letter down and picked up a quill and parchment out of his trunk. Might as well get this out of the way.

Dear Mother,

Damn those filthy Weasleys. If he'd only kept his bloody mouth shut…

You were right. I am stubborn mother, and I was planning on ignoring the letter, but I am not stupid. Nor are you. You have given me no other choice, and I can't argue with that. I will tell you about the wretched dream, but not now. You must have patience mother, which I know is hard for you. I promise I will tell you when I have the time and energy for at the moment I am much in need of a nap. And you are most likely much in need of a cup of tea judging by your letter. You know that if I was at home I would make you one of my famously wicked cups of chamomile, but I'm stuck here at this school. I love you very much, never doubt that. Even if you torture me with your nosiness and overprotective nature

Love Draco.

This was not the end of Draco's problems however. As he walked out of the slytherin common room with the letter safely concealed in his robes, he didn't notice a certain dark skinned Slytherin watching him intently.

Blaise Zabini stared at Draco as he crossed the room, only able to infiltrate his mind momentarily and catch one thought. 'Its all his fault, filthy blood traitor ginger fuck. its his fault my mother knows about this bloody dream.' Zabini chuckled at the rude thought on Weasley, but his amusement ceased when he heard that last thought. 'its all his fault my mother knows about this bloody dream'. Now, Zabini was smirking again, thinking of a plan to torture Draco into telling him about this 'dream'.

As Draco walked toward the owlry, he of course ran into none other than the younger, dumber Weasley. He didn't bother to make a comment, for he didn't want any fuss, but he did give Ron the nastiest and most disgusted look he had in his whole career at Hogwarts. After he passed, Ron turned to Harry.

"Is it just me, or was that glare from Malfoy more mean than usual."

"Who knows." Harry shrugged. "Everyone says he's been rather out of character lately."

Done with that! So how'd you guys like it? Did anyone like Draco's letter, or Luna's badassery? lol. I just love writing about Narcissa and Draco- I love their relationship :) I wish to have a son one day that loves me as much as Draco loves Narcissa and vice versa. Blah, I'm ranting.

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Also, I'm thinking of making Luna and Hermione good friends.. you guys like this idea?

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