Dracoisthesexiestmanalive: Haha.. you'll find out in the chappie! But I think you're the only one who thought of the possibilities of it being a dream!

m0vi3angelNo he DOESN'T die.

dracolover174I actually think it's sad too! But don't wry, he will soon:D

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And a special thanks to Monie for helping with the errors in chapter 1!- I'll correct it soon! I promise! ehehhe

Chapter 8

"Hermione!"

"HERMIONE! WAKE UP!"

"Harry.. it's not working! Its getting worse!"

"Go get a cloth and dip it in cold water.. hurry," Harry mumbled.

Ron nodded silently and ran to the bathroom.

"Hermione, wake up! It's me, Harry!" Harry was shouting over Hermione's voice.

Ron appeared with a face towel. Harry grabbed it, folded it and placed it on Hermione's forehead.

"Hermione, please wake up!" Ron begged. He couldn't stand watching Hermione. She looked as if she was in pain.

Finally Hermione stopped screaming as she regained her consciousness. She tried to get up but Ron just tucked her back into bed.

"Calm down 'mione," Ron said.

Hermione took Ron's hand and dragged him closer. Ron held her in his arms and she started crying on his shoulder.

"It'll all be alright 'mione," Harry said trying to comfort her.

"It- it all seemed so bloody real! E-every-thingg was- it was falling apparttt," Hermione mumbled between sobs.

"We know, we know," Harry said.

At that time Hermione pushed them away. She stopped crying.

"NO! NO YOU DON'T YOU DON'T KNOW ANYTHING! YOU WERE ALL DEAD. DEAD! ALL BUT ME! I WAS THE ONE WHO WAS SUPPOSE TO DIE. Harry, don't you get it? I was suppose to die, not you, not Ron certainly NOT Draco. He protected me" Hermione managed to say before breaking down again.

"There, there. Drink this and you'll be better," Ron aid passing a glass of pumpkin juice.

She took the drink gladly and gulped it down. They tucked her in bed and she slept dreamlessly. They both sat in her room, worried about her.

"Is Draco alright?" Ron asked.

"Yeah, he is back to his room. He-" Harry paused. He really couldn't say it. He saw how Hermione broke down a minute ago and Draco.. oh god "-he had that dream. The same dream as 'mione,"

"The prophecy was right, wasn't it?"

Harry nodded. They knew it was happening, they knew it was coming but they never expected it to be this soon. Ron opened the door, walking out. He jerked and stood there for what seems like an eternity.

"I just pray to god Desire got it wrong," Ron said, his back facing Harry. He walked out of the room closing the door silently.

Harry knew what Ron was talking about. He couldn't bear to look at Ron as he left the room. Harry sat there, looking at Hermione. She was sleeping so peacefully. A minute ago she was screaming and shouting with tears in her eyes and her clothes in a mess .He couldn't help but to feel sad. If only I never dragged them along, if only I went ahead without them. He got up and sat beside Hermione on her bed. He started going through Hermione's hair. He went towards Hermione, kissed her on her forehead and left the room with tears in his eyes.

"So, Hermione how was your night?" Ron asked nonchalantly.

"It was fine but I thought I heard Harry's and your voice last night-" Harry and Ron both held their breath. "-but I guess it was just a dream. It seemed so real!" Hermione said finishing her sentence.

Harry and Ron both sighed in relief. They spiked the pumpkin juice with a spell. A memory spell to be exact. A spell both Harry and Ron learned from Draco during their meetings in the Order. They remembered their instructions from Dumbledore. They would never let Hermione remember any of her dreams.

They still remembered the day they were summoned to his office. They day they went in with hopes and dreams about Voldemort, how Harry was supposed to be The One. But now… they knew, they knew it might not be achieved. He remembered every word of what Dumbledore had said. The blood, the pain, the tears, sacrifices. At that very moment, they thought hope was lost, any dreams of defeating Voldemort vanished but still they felt their heart lift after Dumbledore mentioned Draco.

FLASHBACK

"Harry, I know this is hard. You were suppose to be The Boy Who Lived, the one who would defeat Voldemort,"

Dumbledore said calmly. He stared at the two boys in front of them. He had predicted their reaction but still it pained him to tell them.

"Oh god… How could you make such a mistake?! I am willing to put my life at stake but never my friends. That was NOT mentioned in the prophecy!"

Harry yelled. His voice was becoming hoarse, his throat felt dry and tears stained his eyes. He looked at Ron. His reaction was as bad. His face was in his hands. He knew that Ron couldn't find words to describe it. Suddenly, an unfamiliar voice was heard from the door.

"Harry, you have to hear us out. There WAS no mistake but instead there was TWO prophecies that was meant to be seen by TWO different people,"

Harry stared at the girl. She was not older than 25. She had a silky blonde hair and she had very little make-up. He could see she was wearing a tank top underneath her robes. Ron didn't even bother to look up; he was too traumatized by Dumbledore's words.

"Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley meet Desire,"

Dumbledore said getting up. He summoned a chair and ushered her to sit.

"Desire is a seer. She was the one who foresaw your future; you second future to be precise,"

Dumbledore continued. By then Ron had looked up and was staring at Desire and then he went back to putting his face in his hand, uninterested

"Look, I know this is hard to believe but we were made like that. Most of the time, the prophecy about the same person is seen by the same seer but on special occasions, there could be two seer seeing two prophec-"

"Like me?" Harry interrupted.

"That's right Harry. Like you. Your prophecy could change the world. To bring peace, to know it is safe to walk out in the dark, to know it is safe every time you leave your family behind. Your prophecy Harry, remember that. But now, the prophecy has changed. Your friends, Harry will make the decision for you. They will help you and guide you or they might betray you and kill you,"

"Draco would never do that! The prophecy is wrong!" Ron shouted.

"Mr. Weasley, when a seer sees a prophecy, there is no going back. Every decision is final unless-"

"Unless what?" Harry asked eagerly.

"There is a myth about these prophecies. If two souls combined, and their will great enough, a change in destiny not foreseen could take place," Dumbledore paused.

"But of course it is a myth. So far, no one has been able to change their destiny, their paths, their lives," Dumbledore continued.

END FLASHBACK

"Harry, you alright?" Hermione asked. He seemed to be daydreaming.

"Yeah, sure! Let's go help Professor McGonagall after this,"

"Okay," Hermione said cheerfully. She was looking forward to tomorrow. It was going to be her first day as Head Girl.

At that moment, Draco appeared out of no where and patted Ron on his back.

"Hello, mates,"

"Morning, Draco,"

Ron said with his mouth full of pie. Harry just gave him a sad smile and nodded at him. Ron nudged Harry and he greeted him with a faked happy expression "Good Morning," Draco nodded back and began reading the Daily Prophet. Draco's heart fell after looking at Harry's sad smile.

He knew what was happening. He remembered every detail of his dream. The dream they were supposed to erase. He pretended not to remember. He knew they were going to erase him so he countered it with another spell. He knew Dumbledore's orders and instructions, instructions to erase any of his memories about Voldemort or Hermione.

He was of course the son of a death eater; he would be able to figure out every instruction every order, every secret. He would manipulate, cast spells or even invade their dreams if he had to but nothing to harm them in any way. He was not his father; he would never do anything to harm anyone.

Hermione couldn't help but stare at Draco. All of a sudden she got a weird flashback. Draco was in her arms, eyes open, body cold, and blood stains everywhere.

"'mione?"

Hermione head Ron's voice and came back to reality. She had butterflies in her stomach; blood was rushing to her head. She felt hot and shivery.

"I'm just going back to the room for a while,"

Hermione said with a tear in her eye. She got up from her chair and walk to the door, gaining speed as she passed every chair.

"'mione, you all right?"

Hermione did hear that last sentence but she chose to ignore it; she ran out of the door and stood out of sight, near the Great Hall. She could feel hot streams of tears flowing down her cheeks. She really didn't know what was happening. She just wanted to stay there. All of a sudden she sees a shadow under her cloudy eyes. That shadow picked her up and she felt safe and warm. She just cuddled more into him, not knowing who it is. He picked her up and went to the Head's room and she was placed on the sofa. She drifted into sleep in his arms, never having a good look at the figure.

"Malfoy?"

Hermione said with a frightened voice. She had just woken up just to see Draco in front of there with a wand in his hand pointing towards Hermione. She froze there looking at Draco, hoping it was a dream.

"Malfoy?"

She couldn't help but to notice his stare, his quiet, intimidating stare. She couldn't help taking her eyes of his but yet she felt a chill down her spine as she continues to stare on.

"Malfoy, what are you doing?

She started asking desperately. She really didn't know what to think, she just kept praying it was a dream.

"Why are you pointing that wand at me?"

Hermione was really getting frightened. Draco let out a high pitched cold laughter.

"Avada Kedavra,"

THE END!! Jus kidding.. lolz but it will be if I don't hear about those reviews, what dya think? If u wanna flame, pls dun be cruel but to ppl who's spotted grammatical error, email me!