A/N: I must confess, I thought I had abandoned this fic, however, every time I have a peaceful moment to sit and do whatever I want I go back to fan fiction and I reread this fic over and over. Every time I get to the last chapter and finish it I'm like 'shit' I really should've written more. So, hell, I am the author of this story, I have the power to continue this fic…I have tons of fans of this fic asking constantly for updates…so why not?

Disclaimer: I do not own anything of Harry Potter! Mr. Sock is my witness! Unfortunately due to my anger management issues Mr. Sock has suffered a few holes to the head so, he will not be with us for the next few chapters…my apologies to his fans…yes…even Mr. Sock had a fan base.

Credits: J.K. Rowling, the richest woman in Britain and possibly the world!

Chapter 18: Hate is Love

Harry, Hermione, Lavender and Draco slowly got up from the ground wiping the dirt off their robes. Harry looked at Dumbledore, he was angry, "Professor…what the hell was that!?"

Everyone turned to look at Harry and then at Dumbledore. Dumbledore let out a sigh, "A test."

"Test?" replied Harry curiously.

"It's late, off to your rooms all of you." Dumbledore said as he began to walk back towards the castle.

Ron glanced at his friends, he saw that Harry looked a bit shaken and Lavender look very tired, however he couldn't help but notice how silent Hermione and Draco were and the unsure looks they had on their faces.

"I'd been out of my sleep for a while now, never thought you guys would wake up." Ron said as he walked over to his friends.

"I'm glad I did, that was worse than any nightmare I've ever had." Harry said as he began walking with Ron towards the castle.

"Mine was no nightmare at all. It was all rather bizarre, I was on a cliff and I had to call upon the elements to help me unlock some power." Lavender said walking along side Harry and Ron.

Harry then looked back to find Draco and Hermione still standing in the same place, looking at anything but eachother.

"Hermione…you alright?" Harry asked.

Hermione quickly glanced over at Harry clearing her throat, "Fine, yes, I'm fine…" she began as she glanced over at Draco one more time, "Let's go."

Hermione then joined her friends and walked back to the castle, she took one more glance back at Draco who was gazing intently upon her, but he still did not move.

Hermione was pacing back and forth in her room. She had already had on her purple tank and grey sweat pajamas and she was a complete frantic mess.

Malfoy and I…did we really? I mean it was just a dream, a very intense dream but a dream nonetheless. Who's to say we shared that dream at all. He might've had a completely different dream. Oh, but who am I fooling…he looked like he was feeling the exact same way as me out on the field. His eyes…they said everything mine were saying. Everything.

Just then the door burst open, Hermione whirled around and saw Draco walk in. He closed the door and without saying a word walked straight into the bathroom. Hermione let out the breath of air she had held in and she sat on the window seat and looked out onto the moonlight playing along the surface of the black lake.

He didn't even look at me. Perhaps its better that he not look at me just yet for every time I look at him I just feel what I felt in that forest…I can't even explain what it is I felt for him then all I know is I still feel it now and I don't know why. Oh god I wish it would go away, please Merlin make it go away.

"Make what go away?"

Hermione jumped up from her seat, "I didn't say anything."

Draco looked at her in disbelief, "I just heard you. You asked Merlin to make something go away."

"But I didn't…I just…" Hermione paused in terror.

"What is it?" He asked.

"I just thought it."

"No, you said it, I heard you clearly." He said sternly.

Hermione shook her head, "No…I thought it…I was saying it in my head…I never said a word of it out loud."

Bloody hell. Draco thought to himself.

"Oh my," Hermione began and Draco glanced at her with a quizzical brow, "I just heard you."

"I didn't say anything." He replied.

"No, but you thought it…I just heard you. You said bloody hell."

Shit. He thought.

"I just heard that too!" She said pointing at him.

"No way, no fucking way!" he began angrily, "How could this have happened? How can we be hearing each other's thoughts?"

Hermione shook her head, "I'm not sure. This just started tonight, before we went into the dream forest we were normal…but now…"

"Then I didn't just dream it alone?" Draco asked.

Hermione looked at him confused, "What do you mean?"

"That enchanted forest, the fire, that demon that possessed me and…me…and…you." He said hesitantly as if afraid to say more.

"Your eyes, they had turned pure black and your voice wasn't yours, it was dark and beastly…" Hermione said in a voice just above a whisper.

"It wanted me to claim you and kill you." He said in a voice that gave no emotion away.

Hermione nodded, "You looked like you were in a lot of pain, fighting a deep struggle," she began, she then looked into Draco's silver eyes and she was relieved to know they were his eyes and not the eyes of some beast out for her blood, "you won I would imagine."

Draco sighed as he swept a hand through his hair. The truth of the matter was he only won cause of Hermione's touch. Her touch drove the demon out of him. What he couldn't put together however was…why did her touch save him? Why did he even want to be touched by her? In that forest, in the heat of the fire under the mystical moonlight something broke down in Draco. He wanted Hermione, all the feelings he allowed himself to feel for her were unleashed. Nothing and no one was stopping him from having what he wanted, not even himself for the first time in his life. In that forest, nothing mattered cause there was nothing to get in the way and he never felt anything like what he felt once he had her in his embrace.

"I'm not sure who won. I was being forced to kill you and you're still alive so…"

"Yes, but it was just a dream." Hermione replied matter-of-factly.

"Was it?"

An awkward silence fell over them.

You felt so real. More real than any dream. Hermione thought.

Draco sighed, "So did you," he began softly, but quickly changed his tone, "but now I hear your thoughts and you hear mine. This cannot stay this way. We have to make it stop."

"You can't share thoughts with a nasty mudblood like me." Hermione said sadly.

Draco frowned, he couldn't figure why she would sound sad about it.

Don't feel sad about it. He thought.

Hermione looked at him curiously, "Why would you think that?"

Draco cursed under his breath, he's going to have to be careful of what he thought about from now on around her, "We…," he began unsure of what to say. Truth was, he cared for her, more than he ever would've wanted to he realized that in the forest, but he knew…this could not be…this could never be.

"We hate each other…we always have…and we always will." He replied angrily as he sat on the edge of the bed, he had on his black tank top and black sweats.

"We only hate those who have managed to get close enough to us to touch our hearts." Hermione replied shakily.

Draco looked at her with an intensity he had only shown Hermione once before in the forest, "Then I think I will have to hate you more than ever."

"So shall I."

A/N: So, yea, that chapter turned out better for than expected, I hope you all enjoyed it, I'm really going to work on finishing this fic up. The real intensity is just around the corner. Please review and let me know what you all think! Right now, I'm working on the next chapter!