Draco silently watched Hermione as she tossed and turned in her sleep, eventually waking up. He watched her as she sighed and stood up, pacing back and forth in the dark before running to the bathroom to splash some cold water on her face. She stopped in her tracks when she saw Draco staring at her in his bed. She cleared her throat.
"What are you doing up? It's the middle of the night." Hermione whispered.
"You were worrying me."
"I'm fine." Hermione snapped, her tone harsh.
"Okay, you're definitely not fine. Come here." Draco said, gesturing to the empty space next to him on the bed.
Hermione sighed and trudged over to Draco and plopped down on the bed.
"Do you want to talk about it?" He asked.
"Not really, no..." Hermione said. "...actually, yes."
Draco smirked at her. "I'm listening. Talk away."
"It's just...the dream. It seems so real, Draco. I know I sound crazy, but...maybe it means something."
"Hermione, Voldemort's dead. That means the war is over. What could the dream mean?"
"That's what's irking me. In the beginning of the dream, they're all in a circle looking at something, or someone. But I never get to see what or whom!"
"Honestly, I'm sorry, but I think you're making a huge deal out of nothing." Draco said.
"Can't you just trust me? I'm usually right about these sort of things."
Draco didn't respond, so Hermione continued. "Snape always mentions 1945. I'm going to find out what the bloody hell that means if it's the last thing I do...so tomorrow, I'm going to Hogwarts to see what information I can find."
"What?" Draco said, shocked. "Hogwarts? Woman, you're mad."
"I know." There was a cute smug smile on Hermione's face. "So are you coming with me or not?"
"Well I'm not letting you go alone. So I guess we're in this together then."
Hermione smiled and gave Draco a big hug, squeezing him as tight as possible. "Be ready at 12 noon, sharp." She said
"If that's the case, I'm going to try to get some sleep. Goodnight."
"Goodnight, Draco." Hermione whispered.
She made no move to leave his bed.