Last time:

Paris was a black hole sparkling with millions of lights. I was amazed. I could just stand there for hours and watch the night Paris. But my body obviously desired sleep today more than ever so I crawled into my bed and immediately fell asleep.

Darkness. I was always afraid of it. As a little girl, my mom had to stay with me as I was falling asleep. My imagination was killing me. In darkness, everything I was afraid of came to life. But this darkness was different. It was my darkness, the one I shared with my mysterious person. Yes, I had my dream again. The first thing I realized was that this person was hugging me from behind. As always. But not like the last time, urgently and desperately. This time he held me gently, I felt so comfortable in his arms. I touched his hand. He had a little scar on his middle finger.

"So you finally came," he whispered in my ear. "I have been waiting for you."

He kissed my curly hair. I closed my eyes and smiled in comfort. I tried to speak and to my surprise, I was able to.

"I'm sorry it took me so long."

He quietly laughed. "No need to apologize, love, important is that you are here."

"Am I finally going to find out who you are?"

My mysterious person obviously felt uncomfortable. "I want you to know. Really. But this is just a dream; you have to meet me in person. Otherwise, you might despise me and our paths may not cross in real life."

That made sense, but I hardly paid attention. His voice became much more familiar. If he would just continue talking, I might figure out who he was by my own.

But he obviously read my mind. "No, you're not going to find out today. But the day we meet is closer than you think."

We remained silent, enjoying peace.

"I have to go now," he suddenly said. I pressed my body to his; I didn't want him to leave.

"No, please. I want to know more about you. My dreams with you are the only things in my life that can cheer me up. Please, don't leave."

He sighed heavily. "I'm so sorry, love. But we'll meet soon, I promise."

He let me out of his arms. I wanted to reach for him, beg him to stay with me, but I was unable to turn around. I heard his steps going further and further. When there was nothing to hear, I felt my muscles relaxing and I quickly turned around. Nothing. Only darkness. I fell on my knees and shook in sobs. There was nothing. Only the terrible, overwhelming darkness and the sound of steps coming closer. Wait, steps? Yes, yes, those were steps. Exactly the same steps I heard when my person was leaving. I looked up. There, in a darkness which was a bit brighter than the rest, I saw a silhouette of a person. Just a few steps and I'll see him.

"I couldn't handle to see you suffer."

I stood up, in great expectation. Just one step forward and he'll be close enough for me to see his face. The last step was slow; it seemed to have lasted years and not seconds. But I never got to see his face. Never because the second his foot hit the ground, I woke up.

I opened my eyes. Pictures were swimming in front of my eyes, mixing with reality. Child...book...monster...sleep...night...darkness...person...hug...steps. And then I remembered. I was so close. I fell on my pillow and sighed in frustration. Why couldn't he come back a few seconds sooner? Do I have to wait for another dream?

"The day we meet is closer than you think."

I remembered his words. Is he going to be here, in Paris? Perhaps today, on Ministry? I immediately felt better. A big smile cheered up my face. Still smiling, I looked at my alarm clock and almost jumped. 9:27 am. 9:27! And I was supposed to meet Minister of Magic at ten. Great first day, Hermione. God, girl, you really disappointed me now. I shot out of bed, running to the kitchen. I grabbed a glass of milk and a little croissant. Not a big breakfast, but at least quick. I brushed my teeth with a lightning speed and put on the first thing I found in my closet-white blouse, black skirt and a pair of shoes. And now the hardest part - find a Ministry. Eventually, it wasn't so hard. Mr. Collins sent me a very detail map and wrote me how to get to work. After about 20 minutes, I arrived to French Ministry of Magic. It looked even better than our Ministry. Golden decoration, dark blue marble...simply stunning. I rushed into the nearest elevator and after five minutes of searching, I arrived to International Magical Cooperation Department. The secretary looked at me, as I was all red and breathing fast.

"I'm Ms. Granger. I have an appointment with Monsieur de Vitte."

The woman looked at me, frown replaced by a polite smile. "Yes, of course. Monsieur de Vitte is waiting for you."

I fixed my hair and clothes. The secretary came to me and pointed to a door. "You should go. Monsieur doesn't like waiting for someone. He will just have a little talk with you at the beginning, nothing to worry about. All your colleagues will go through it."

I stopped. "My colleagues?"

"But of course. Your Ministry didn't send just one, but a few diplomats. We will pair you and you will work together."

I felt a bit like stabbed in back. I thought I was something special, that this job is something only I was capable of achieving. And all this time, there were people also applying as ambassadors. I followed the secretary to a dark hall. We stopped at the end of it.

The woman opened the door. "Monsieur de Vitte, this is Ms. Granger. One of the diplomats from England."

I chased the room. Indeed, there were few people sitting on the couch. I didn't recognise any of them, only one. What the hell was Draco Malfoy doing here?

Two chapters in one day, you should feel lucky :D No, it´s some sort of my apology for my chapters being so short and this one is even shorter. But I think it´s very important chapter. What do you guys think? Revieeeew :3
Betty xxx