Draco woke up with a start, with vague glimpses of his dreams. Hermione was there with him eating an apple at what he thought was his kitchen, but he doesn't have a house yet. She looked so happy in his dream, but why on Earth would I dream that…? I need serious help maybe a little walk around might help out somewhat, he thought.

Across the school, Hermione woke up after having a really odd dream. She remembered being inside her kitchen with Draco, of all people, and he was eating a bunch of strawberries. He hugged me and told me that he loved me…I think I need a walk, she thought: I have to get these weird thoughts off my mind.

Hermione walked down the hallway, and walked outside to the front yard, wearing only her nightgown and her cloak in the middle of the night. She started to contemplate the idea on if she was sane or not. She wrapped the cloak even tighter around her to keep out the icy night air. She looked up at the sky just to watch the stars and the moon dance with the clouds. It was a truly amazing and breath-taking view. She sat down, right in the middle of the grass in the garden, and looked at the dew covered flowers around her. There was a fog cloud passing over and it put everything into a hazy but still beautiful atmosphere. Just as she looked up, she saw a blonde haired person walking in the garden with her.

"Who's there?" She called out. Hermione saw the person freeze in the distance. Out of the foggy haze, came Draco also still in his nightclothes. (Which were only his boxers, and some shirt he happened to pick up, but anyway…)

"Is that you, Hermione?" Draco whispered. He looked like a super model or an angel from a dream. His blonde hair fluttering softly in the night air, his voice was like a harp ensemble playing in her ears, and his masculine body was silhouetted by the soft yellow-white of the fog. He was so…beautiful.

"Yes, is that you, Draco?" I asked happily.

"Yes." He replies, "I couldn't sleep, so I came out here."

"Yeah, I couldn't either. My dream was really interesting actually…but you wouldn't want to hear it though…" Hermione trailed off, because she was still staring at the glorious mortal in front of her.

"Who said this exactly? I believe I have nothing better to do then to sit and listen to you." Draco tells her. He walks completely up to her, and sits down, with his chin on his hand like a little child.

Hermione giggles.

"Well, it was about you."

"Me?"

"Yes, and we were living together, and you were sitting in my-"

"Kitchen?" He finishes for her.

"Yeah, how did you know?" She smiles back with admiration.

"I had the same dream. You were eating an apple, and you were smiling…just like that."

"You were eating strawberries…it made your lips turn a bright red."

"Oh, you remember the part about my wonderful lips, do you?" Draco says with a smirk.

"Your ego never fades does it?" Hermione replies with a rolling of her eyes, but still smiling.

"I guess not, but you want to walk around the garden with me? I believe I see some wonderful tiger lilies and purple tulips over there." Draco recommended.

He intertwines his arm around hers, and extends his hand out like he's modeling the garden.

"I would gladly do that, Mr. Malfoy." She said with a fake snooty voice.

"Call me Draco, my lady." Draco replied.

"Yes, Draco." Hermione sighed, finally being able to say his name outside of her mind, and without having to fake to her friends on how much she hated him. She felt Draco sigh as they walked.

"What's wrong?" She asked.

"This is too good to be true. The real Hermione wouldn't like me. The so called 'Golden Trio' isn't supposed to like people like me; people whose families were Voldemort's slaves, and followers."

"Well, you were never like that, were you?"

"No."

"And you aren't now, right?"

"Yes."

"Then, I don't see a problem. I believe it is in the past, and besides I, uh, well….I have liked you for a while. It's hard to stop liking somebody for such trivial reasons now." Hermione told him, as she grabbed his hand. Draco stops walking, and turns around to her.

"I love you…a lot actually, but I don't know how we can do this. I mean, what about my mother and father? How do you expect Weasel and Potty to think about us?"

Hermione sniggered quietly and said, "Don't call them Potty and Weasel. They have names, but you are right. No offense, but they are still old-fashioned. They still don't like you, even though you have said time and time again. And, with your parents…well, they don't have to know a thing."

"Yeah, I know…"

"But if it means anything…I love you too." She said quietly, as she found herself staring into his soft warm gray eyes once again. They were the color of the sky right before it rains. Hermione silently reminded herself that she needed to look at the sky before it rains a little more. It was her new favorite color.

"We could just hide it from them now. I mean, I know they will find out, but I see no other alternative right now. Is that fine with you?" He suggested.

"Okay, but one day, I hope you can love me…without all the drama. That would be a day to see." Hermione told Draco as she started to dose off.

"I agree." The tired Draco said as he asleep with Hermione on the grass. The last thing Draco would've remembered was a loud crack before he snoozed.