A/N: Update ;)

Draco wasn't lucky enough to have a dreamless rest that night, despite the fact that he and Hermione were no longer fighting. Whether that had anything to do with why the dreams had begun or not he was unsure, but it was an idea.

He could remember the events of his subconscious vividly. The way her hair had felt in his hand; how it had blown across his face in the gentle breeze from the lake; how the moonlight had illuminated her eyes and in turn, his heart. This dream had been nothing like his previous ones. They hadn't been kissing or making out like usual. They were just sitting together, Hermione entwined in Draco's arms beneath a tree at the Lake.

He was agitated when he woke, the disappointment that once again he was not fully rested setting in. He sighed, walking to the window and gazing across the grounds he had become so accustomed to. The Forbidden Forest never appeared so harsh or sinister in the early dawn when the silvery dew drops clung rebelliously to every bewitched leaf, and the sky cast a subtle pink tint over the crumbling earth.

It was difficult to be disenchanted when the world was offering him up such beauty on a platter.

Like Hermione?

He ignored his subconscious as much as he could and left the darkness of his room. As he walked to the kitchen, the door to his right opened and a very messy-haired Hermione walked out.

"Morning." she said with a smile on her face. He glanced at her hair and immediately the images of him playing with it, twirling it in between his long fingers, came to mind and he simply smiled at her. Without asking this time, two cups were placed on the work top before he boiled the kettle.

From the kitchen, he could see quite clearly into the Head Girl's room. Hermione had pulled the door so it was almost closed, but the soft wind from the window opposite had opened it so that half the room could be seen. He gazed with simple curiosity at what could be seen.

There was her dressing table which, not surprisingly, had a stack of books neatly arranged in height order in one corner; in the other was a small box of make-up and a hairbrush. He caught sight of himself in the mirror and was pleased to see that the dark circles that had previously been so protruding and obtrusive in comparison to his fair skin, were now beginning to fade.

Moving along the wall, he chuckled to himself as he saw the posters of certain wizards, winking at him slyly from where they were positioned. So, she is a Lockhart lover is she? He was surprised to find himself looking in the mirror again, tragically comparing himself to the moving man.

He shook his head and moved onto her trunk. Now he was intrigued. This was not the generic trunk issued to every student on their first day. A slightly ominous glow could be glimpsed peeping through the cracks in the old wood; it appeared to change colour, an emerald green to a light purple, like a shimmering topaz stone. He wondered what was inside.

A loud click as the kettle switched off brought him back to his coffee making. He set the two drinks down on the centre table and sat opposite Hermione.

"Sleep well?" she asked, lifting the mug to her lips and blowing the steam gently off the coffee. He couldn't help but notice how perfectly shaped they were, or how they curled deliciously around the rim of the mug.

"Not too badly thanks." he answered, unwilling to elaborate further.

"Good." she said, raising her feet on the sofa so that she could hug her knees. "Cold?" Draco asked.

"A little." To this reply Draco set his drink back down and got up to close the window. She smiled in thanks. "So, lessons start again tomorrow!" Hermione couldn't help but express her enthusiasm and Draco couldn't help but smile. He still loathed the situation slightly, that he allowed himself to be so easily amused by her, yet within these 4 walls he decided it was pointless to conceal his sudden uncharacteristic happiness.

"Can't wait!" he sighed and rolled his eyes. "At least it's Potions first." This was the one lesson that Draco could even remotely bear.

"Yes… I wonder what we'll be doing?" Hermione appeared to be in deep thought, as if she was going through the syllabus in her head, desperately searching for the topics they had yet to cover.

"Any plans for today?" Draco interrupted her thoughts. "Not really. Thought I might go for a walk along the Black Lake." Draco spat out his coffee.

"You ok?" Hermione asked.

"Sorry, hot." He smiled innocently. Why is everything relating back to my dream?

"Want to join me?" she asked. "Um, no thanks. I think I'm going to try to get in some last minute Quidditch practice before term starts." he replied quickly.

"Oh, ok." she said somewhat flatly. Great. You've upset her yet again.

"Maybe another day." he added on. She smiled instantly. "Well, I guess I'll get ready then." she said, indicating to her hair. Draco laughed and stood, taking her empty coffee mug from the table. As he leaned over, she stood at the same time and they came face to face, mere inches from each other. There was silence for a while as their eyes held one another; Hermione's quickened breath glided over Draco's cheek and he found his eyes wondering at her perfect lips again. He turned quickly and entered the kitchen without a word. A few seconds later he heard Hermione's door slam shut.

Fuck it.