She didn't know why she was holding his hand. But it felt nice. She felt comfortable. She felt the hope that Dumbledore said she would if she just believed. And now she did. She believed in him and in what the prophecy said.
They climbed onto the train. Draco fell asleep on the seat opposite to hers as soon as they had settled down. She was left to her thoughts. They took her back to the day when she, Harry, Draco and Dumbledore were summoned to the headmaster's office urgently in the middle of their respective classes. It had been before Dumbledore and Harry had gone in search of the horcruxes. Draco had later confided in them that day itself that Voldemort wanted to him to kill Dumbledore. She remembered how outraged she had been. How she had screamed vile things at him. She remembered in detail…
"Ah! You're all here. Good. Now I must tell you something of great importance. Gather around and listen close." There was a shuffling of feet and then everyone was gathered around Dumbledore who was sitting on an arm chair.
"I know you all are well aware of the prophecy and how it makes Harry our savior." All three students nodded their heads together. They were confused. What was Dumbledore trying to tell them?
"That's not the entire truth." The trio was smart enough to be quiet and not protest at this point. Had Ron been there, he would've surely interrupted. Maybe that's why he wasn't invited to this meeting. These were Hermione's thoughts at that moment. "There was another prophecy. It was made at the same time as the one concerning Harry. Sybil did not make it. A centaur did. That's why it was hidden from us for so long. Centaurs don't particularly like to share their prophecies with us. But, now they have, and it concerns the two of you." Dumbledore gestured to Hermione and Draco.
"Surely you do not mean me and Granger, Professor." said Draco, aghast.
"Yes I do. I know the two of you are not best of friends, but you need to hear me out and without interruptions. I'll read the prophecy out to you."
When the dark lord rises
The boy who lived shall save
But only when the silver irises
And the light unite
Union must be true
'Cause he who sees it all knows
They will bring the boy back from death
A spell they shall perceive
Draco woke her up from sleep. She had apparently dosed off too. The prophecy was still on her mind. It was a simple prophecy. Professor Dumbledore had figured out that the silver irises was Draco and light was her. How he figured that out, no one knew for sure. It was clear that she and Draco had to devise some sort of spell that would bring Harry back from death. How was their union to be true though? The prophecy couldn't imply marriage or even love. Harry's life was at stake. She had to save him. She had to think fast. Maybe Hogwarts could provide some answers.