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Chapter 6: A Dream, A Prank, and A Torn Heart

He touched and kissed every part of her body. She was beautiful and she was his. Little gasps and moans would escape from her lips as he kissed her neck. He looked into her beautiful brown orbs and got lost in them. He brushed his lips softly against hers and then looked back into her eyes and said, "I love you, Hermione."

Draco sat straight up as he awoke from his dream, sweating, "No, no, no, no, no." He kept saying to himself.

Meanwhile, it the room across the way, Hermione woke up and slightly smiled to herself. She had had many dreams like the one she just had. They made her go through her days happy as ever. 'Damn it!' Her mind yelled, 'Why? Why do I have to love him so much?' She asked herself. But then she thought, 'Do I love him? I mean I've had a crush on his since forever, but do I actually love him?' She contemplated profoundly and came up with the conclusion that she indeed did love Draco Malfoy. She also came up with the conclusion that he would never be interested in her in a million years and even maybe beyond that. She sighed and got up, thanking the gods that it was Sunday. How weird was in that the school year started on Saturday?

Hermione got up and went into the bathroom, unaware that the shower was already running. She went and looked in the mirror, taking her toothbrush and turning on the sink faucet she started to brush her teeth.

When she was finished she turned around to see a very wet Draco putting a towel around his waist. Her toothbrush fell from her hand, making Draco look up. Hermione just stared and Draco's eyes widened.

When Hermione came back to her senses she immediately ran out of the bathroom. Sitting on her bed, her breathing erratic, eyes bugged out, and thinking about how bloody fine Draco's body was. 'No, don't think about that! He probably thinks you're a pervert. Oh, gods help me!'

Hermione stayed in her room until she heard that Draco was completely and utterly done in the bathroom. When she walked in she magically locked both of the doors, not wanting Draco to walk in on her like she did him. She got in the shower, washed her hair and body with her honey and vanilla products her parents had given her and then got out. After giving her hair a quick drying spell, Hermione got dressed in some black jeans, a white tank top, and a red zip-up sweater. After, putting on her clear lip gloss she pulled her black sneakers on and left her room. Making sure that Draco wasn't in the common room before leaving, sighing as she came out of the portrait.

Hermione went into the Great Hall for breakfast. Again, she almost went to the Gryffindor Table, but made her way to Slytherin. When she sat down, many people glared at her. She lowered her head and ate quietly.

Then, Pansy Parkinson ganged up on her.

"Why in the blazing hells are you in Slytherin? You're not a Pureblood, your not even half, you're a filthy little mudblood." She said and Hermione just took a deep breath letting it come into one ear and out the other, "So, again I ask: Why are you in Slytherin?"

Hermione let her question settle and then a plan started to brew. Hermione smirked an evil smirk and looked Pansy straight in the eyes, "Maybe I killed somebody, maybe I'm not a, 'filthy little mudblood', as you put it, or maybe, just maybe," Hermione said with an evil gleam in her eye, "I've switched sides and am now a faithful servant to the Dark Lord." Pansy eyes widened, Hermione's smirk grew, "Want to see my mark?" Pansy gulped. Hermione raised her right arm and quickly pulled up her sleeve with a "Boo!" Pansy shrieked and fell off the stool. Many Slytherins that were listening in looked at Hermione's arm and saw that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named's mark was not there. Hermione brushed a hand up and down her perfect tanned arm, laughing a little at the sight of Pansy on the ground still a little startled.

Hermione then heard another laugh, besides her own she looked across the table and saw Blaize Zabini laughing. "Oh...oh gods...Granger that...was...that was the funniest thing...ever!" Zabini said between laughs. And then the rest of the Slytherin Table started to burst out laughing. Hermione just stared at them all. What did this mean? Were they going to accept her?

Hermione looked back down at Pansy, seeing her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Hermione stood up and helped her to her feet, "That's also going to be 20 points from Slytherin." Hermione said with a wink. Pansy glared at Hermione and then stormed out of the Great Hall.

"Guess she didn't think it was funny." Hermione said and everyone burst into more fits of laughter.

Draco walked into the Great Hall and saw that all the Slytherins were laughing their heads off. What the bloody hell was going on? Then he saw Zabini rounding the table and sitting next to Granger, putting an arm around her and laughing at something. Draco could feel the anger boil inside of him. Were they making fun of her? Did they hurt her feelings? But, when Draco saw that Hermione was also laughing, his brow furrowed with curiosity.

After the incident in the bathroom, Draco really just wanted to stay away from her, but seeing her laughing with all of the Slytherins, he wanted to know what the bloody hell happened.

Walking over and sitting across from Granger and Zabini he asked, "What's with all the bloody laughing?"

Hermione, at seeing him sit down, stopped laughing and lowered her head, a pink blush taking over her cheeks.

Zabini still laughing told Draco about the whole thing, making Draco glance at Hermione every once and a while, with disbelief. Granger? Pranking Parkinson about being a Deatheater? He couldn't believe it.

'Oh, gods I wonder what he's thinking.' Hermione thought, 'He probably even hates me more with what happened this morning.'

Draco looked at Hermione after taking a bite out of his toast, seeing that she was blushing made him smirk, knowing she was probably thinking about what happened earlier that morning. 'Gods, she looks beautiful.' He told himself. 'Draco you know you shouldn't think this way' 'Yes I know, but she's just so damn beautiful, why in the hell didn't I notice her before?' 'Maybe you were so busy with pleasing our good for nothing father that she never stood out to you the way she does now' At noticing he was having a mental conversation with himself, Draco shook his head and then took a drink of his Pumpkin juice. 'Maybe, I could ask her out?' 'Wouldn't you be endangering her life?' The mental conversation suddenly sprang back up, 'Yes, but I could protect her.' 'Malfoy, you're a good-for-nothing son of a Deatheater, what makes you think she'll say yes if you ask her out?' 'What makes you think she'll say no?' 'Well, she probably thinks you're an evil basterd and a Deatheater, you know with our father and mother being one's and all.' 'But, I'm not a bloody Deatheater! I work for the Order!' 'Yes, we know that and some of the Order knows that, but does she know that?' 'Oh, shut up your giving me a headache!' 'Right back at ya.' Draco growled and pushed his plate away standing up and stomping out of the Great Hall.

Hermione watched as he left, she felt sad, thinking that maybe his stomping off was caused by something she may have done or said, not that she said much since he sat down.

Hermione stood up and went to search for him.

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Having looked everywhere, Hermione went to the Head Common Room. Where she found Draco sitting on the green couch reading a book. She went and sat on the red chair and silence was held for more then five minuted until Hermione broke the peacefulness, "I wanted to say sorry for coming into the bathroom while you were taking a showing. I didn't even notice you were in there until I was finished brushing my teeth and then I turned around and saw you and well, you know what happened and I just wanted to say I'm really, really sorry and it'll never happen again." She said in a rush.

Draco looking at her from over his book just stared at her. What was he supposed to say? "Well, ok." Se told her, "Apology accepted." He now turned his attention back to his book.

Hermione quirked an eyebrow, "I thought you'd hate me even more."

Draco now closed his book and looked her in the eyes brow furrowed, "What makes you think I hate you?"

Hermione laughed slightly, "Well, you've been mean to me and my friends for more than six years now, you've threatened and insulted me with harsh words, called me mudblood loads of times and that's all I can think of at the moment." Hermione saw that once again, Draco had flinched with her saying 'mudblood'.

"Oh, that." Draco said. He wondered if telling her the truth would be the greatest idea. He really didn't want her running off to tell Potter and Weasle-by that he was apart of the Order or that for over six years his father and mother had threatened his life if he ever were to speak kind to Muggles or Muggle-borns.

"Yes, that." Hermione said, "Is there some reason you've acted that way?"

Draco let out a breath, "I can't tell you." He said, knowing that he should probably take it up with Dumbledore before telling her.

Hermione just stared at him, he looked restless. And she knew that he must have been through a lot with having parents like Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy.

Hermione stood up and left him in the Common Room. She went in search of Ginny. She really needed to tell somebody her feelings, she couldn't let them stay in any longer. And she didn't want to tell Draco, without knowing the truth about him. Ginny was her best friend right? She'd understand, right?

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After Hermione had found Ginny underneath a willow tree by the lake and spilled her guts out, over the fact that since forever she had been crushing over Malfoy and now thought she loved him, Hermione sat there waiting for Ginny to speak.

Ginny began to smile and Hermione's brow furrowed, "Why are you smiling?"

"Because I've known your feelings for Malfoy. I know you fancy him, Hermione. I always have. I mean mum would like you and Ron to get together, but the two of you are just too different." Hermione gapped at Ginny. "I could so see you becoming Mrs. Hermione Malfoy."

"Ginny!" Hermione exclaimed and Ginny just started laughing and when her laughing ceased Hermione asked, "So, your not mad at me?"

"For what? Fancying Malfoy or becoming a Slytherin?"

"Both."

"Hermione, your love life is your love life, who your with is who you think you should be with, not who someone else thinks you should be with. And about Slytherin. I don't give a rats arse. Your still my best friend, no matter what Harry and Ron say."

Hermione's eyes widened, "What do they say?"

Ginny mentally kicked herself, "Harry doesn't say much, I know he misses you though. I caught him looking over at you this morning. Ron, he's being a prat. Saying stuff he doesn't know. You know how he gets. I mean remember how he acted when Harry was entered into the Triwizard Tournament?"

Hermione nodded, "I was their owl." She laughed after seeing Ginny's raised eyebrow, Ginny too then laughed.

"So, are you going to tell Malfoy how you feel?" Ginny asked.

Hermione just sat there for a moment, "I don't know." She stated after a while, "I mean earlier I said something about him hating me and he asked me why I thought he hated me, I stated all the reason I could think of and then asked him if there was a reason why he acted the way he did and he just said he couldn't tell me."

Ginny only nodded, "You know, maybe he likes you and he's just too scared to admit it. He did have Lucius Malfoy as a father and Narcissa was just as bad."

"What do mean?" Hermione asked.

Ginny took a deep breath, "Well, one night a long time ago, I was out of bed when I shouldn't have been. I crept down stairs and saw my parents with two other people, they were all sitting in the living room. It was Tonks and Malfoy. Tonks had taken Malfoy away from his home, because Narcissa beat him pretty badly. I remember seeing him, it was awful. Both of his eyes were swollen shut and he had a bloody lip, bruises everywhere. Tonks tried to heal him as good as she could, but it seemed that Narcissa had also cursed and hexed him pretty badly. Making his injuries a little harder to heal magically. Mum and dad tried there best and by morning he was back at Malfoy Manor."

"What?" Hermione asked shocked.

"Yeah. It was pretty bad."

"Why didn't Ron say anything?"

"Ron didn't know. Tonks had taken Malfoy back home before anyone else woke up." Ginny told her.

"I can't believe it." Hermione said looking at her hands. She could feel tears start to prick the corners of her eyes, but she quickly blinked them back, when she saw Ron and Harry walking towards them.

"Hey, 'Mione." Harry said giving her a weak smile. Ron said nothing.

"Hello, Harry. Ron." Hermione said. Harry smiled a little more and Ron just stood there expressionless and looking at anything, but Hermione.

"Ron, stop being a prat." Ginny said annoyed by her brothers attitude.

Ron glared at Ginny and Hermione. "Me? A prat? What about Hermione? She's a Slytherin, shouldn't she be a prat?"

"Not all Slytherins are prats, Ron." Hermione said looking at the grass.

"Oh, sure. I bet your just saying that because you sleeping with both Zabini and Malfoy." Ron said. Hermione's head shot up and tears were in her eyes.

"Ron, how dare you!" Ginny exclaimed.

"How dare I? How dare Hermione for joining the Slytherins!" Ron yelled.

"I didn't join, Ron!" Hermione yelled tears streaming down her face, "Dumbledore resorted me and I am most certainly not sleeping with Zabini nor Malfoy!"

"I don't believe what you little mudblood mouth says!" Ron yelled.

Hermione's heart tore apart at that. When Pansy said it, it was nothing, but having Ron, one of her best friends, calling her a mudblood. It tore her heart to pieces.

"Ronald Weasley!" Ginny roared.

Harry just looked at Ron, anger boiling inside, he then punched Ron in the face. Sure, Hermione was resorted and in Slytherin. But, Ron had now right in hell to call her a mudblood.

Hermione ran to the Head Common Room, seeing Malfoy still sitting on the green couch and back to reading his book. She ran up to her room and threw herself on the bed.

Draco looked up from his book and saw a tear-faced Hermione run up to her room. 'Weasley.' Draco set his book down and left the Common Room. Draco Malfoy was out for blood.