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Her alarm went off. Groggily, she reached for her clock: 4:00 a.m., it was time.
She decided to grab a few essentials, such as books and ingredients she thought might come in handy. With her wand tucked safely on her jean pocket, she went downstairs to the common room.
Once she reached downstairs, she almost fell over when she saw red hair resting on the arm of the couch: Ron.
She stood there with wide eyes, pondering her options, but then she heard a snore. She sighed with relief and licked her lips… he had fallen asleep. Just to confirm, she tiptoed around the couch and saw him with a book at hand, head rested back and his mouth open. She even saw drool coming out of it which made her cringe and roll her eyes. Without a sound, she crept through the Fat Lady's portrait and made her way to her destination.
She was about to reach the classroom when she saw a professor patrolling, so she had to quickly take a detour through the next corridor. When she arrived at the classroom's door she peeked in, but unlike the other day, it was pitch black. She looked outside to see if anyone had seen her, but as she did, someone took her arm and yanked her inside.
"Do you want someone to see us, Granger?!" whispered Malfoy's voice in the darkness. He still had his hand on her arm, so she yanked it back.
"I didn't see you in here so I was just checking if there was somebody outside!" she replied angrily.
"Shh!" Malfoy interrupted. He then cast the lumos spell and a little light was set between them. Hermione gasped.
The left side of Malfoy's forehead had a big scar nearly reaching his eye. It was slightly swollen, but not as grotesque as the wound she had seen before.
He winced and stepped back as if to cover himself from the light, but then smiled evily.
"Well, at least Potter's not the only scar sensation here anymore." he said tilting his head, tongue in cheek. Hermione rolled her eyes, so he continued.
"Let's get on with it." he said walking around the room casting spells to the doors and windows… spells that Hermione had never heard before. She kept watching Malfoy as he moved around and she placed her books on the master desk. A few seconds later she came to a horrifying realization. She had read about some of the spells he was doing, and normally wizards who knew them took months to get them right. If Malfoy knew spells that even she hadn't managed to master, why would he be needing a tutor?
She backed away from where he was and immediately drew her wand and pointed it straight at him.
"What's this about?" complained Malfoy lowering his wand, confused and stressed.
"You don't need a tutor."
Malfoy blinked for several seconds and then smiled smugly. He crossed his arms and looked at the ceiling, with a sense of defeat on his posture.
"Tell me Granger, I bet you're dying to."
"What?" she said confused.
"Tell me what gave it away."
Hermione took a firmer stand. She was now a hundred percent sure that Malfoy had her here for other intentions… and he had enchanted all possible exits. She gulped.
"You cast spells someone who needs tutoring wouldn't be able to cast." she said dead serious.
Malfoy leaned back on a pupil's desk and started slowly clapping mockingly, each clap echoing on the empty classroom walls.
"Very good, Granger… I guess that'll be ten points to Gryffindor…" he said with a dry chuckle.
Hermione's breathing started getting labored.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" She defiantly asked.
"I want lots of things, Granger, but from you, I only want one thing." He said as he approached her with every word.
Hermione could feel her knees start to buckle. Her raised wand kept him from coming any closer to her, but still… She felt terrified.
"And what is that?"
"I want to know what the hell you want from me." He said in anger.
Hermione opened her mouth to respond, but shut it back confused.
"What?"
"Don't deny it, Granger." He said with a chuckle. "Did Potter put you up to it? Because I swear on-"
"What on earth are you talking about?!"
"The dreams, Granger!" he then said impatiently. "Tell me why are they happening or I'll make sure leave here as a cockroach I wouldn't mind stepping on my way out."
"What dreams?!"
"Stop denying it!" He bellowed.
Hermione fell silent, stressed. Was it possible that Malfoy was having nightmares too? No… it couldn't be. Could it?
"What kind of dreams are you talking about?"
Malfoy scoffed and raised his wand, ready to put a spell on her.
"Wait! I… I've been having nightmares lately. For the past week. And it's the same nightmare, over and over." said Hermione before Malfoy tried to blast her and get her into trouble.
Malfoy just stared at her, a serious expression on his face.
"It's happening to you too, isn't it?" she asked, but Malfoy's stubborn attitude made it impossible to decipher if it was. Normally she would've disarmed him by now, but she couldn't. This was important to her too.
"Draco." She said softly, making him look at her, his expression angry and confused.
"Yes. It has been the same dream since the past week. I just need to know if…" he stopped himself.
"If what?" she asked, getting a little closer to him.
"If you dream the same thing I dream."
Hermione shifted her feet, nervous.
"What do you dream about, Draco?"
He looked away, his eyes fixing themselves on a nearby window. He stared for a few seconds at the castle grounds, with Hermione behind looking at him concerned.
"You."
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