A/N: I do not own anything involving with Harry Potter.

Sorry it took a two days to update. I've been busy. Plus, my computer blew up so I had to get a new one. But, I'm back!


Chapter Thirteen: Sweet Dreams.

Hermione felt like she were only dreaming. She never would have thought someone would ask her to be her date for anything in such a sweet way as Draco had just done. Her night would be perfect and she already knew it. the three weeks away until the Ball seemed so incredibly far away for her.

"By the way, I don't appreciate the way you treated that poor boy who gave me the letter you just wrote me!" she said, playfully punching his arm.

"Ow, Granger!" he said, rubbing his arm. "You don't have to hurt me."

"What is this place?" she asked, looking back around. He glanced around the room, smiling as he made the balloons go into the corner.

He spread his arms out, as he showed off the room. "This is my room."

"Your room? What are you talking about?"

"I sleep here. I don't stay in the Slytherin dormitory anymore. The only person that is considered my friend would be Blaise. The rest don't like me since of what happened near the end of the war. They consider it a traitor move."

"You went neutral. How is that a traitor move?"

"My family is an old powerful pure blood family. My dad supported the Dark Lord, as you know.. But my mother and I didn't. She wanted to join the light but never moved to doing so because she didn't want us to be killed."

"I never knew. I'm sorry."

"It's all in the past. Besides, this room is a lot more spacey and I have it to myself." he smirked. "Hermione, do you think we may get to see each other during break?"

"Do you mean Christmas break?"

He nodded, taking a seat on his couch. He patted the cushion next to him. "Come sit down." Hermione followed suit and took a seat beside him.

"Well, I'm planning to stay at Hogwarts for break or maybe going to the burrow to stay with Ginny."

"Oh, right." he said quietly, in thought.

"Why do you ask?"

"Well, I've been writing to my mother a lot lately. I've mentioned you in a few letters and she wants to meet you."

"Oh." was all she managed to say.

"Is that a bad idea?" he asked, offended.

"No.. No! It's just... Your mum is.. almost perfect... I guess you could say she is very intimidating."

He chuckled. "I've heard that multiple times before. Once you meet her though, you will love her. She's such a beautiful person, inside and out." Hermione smiled, wondering what it would be like to meet her. She also thought what her parents would think if she brought Draco home, from the past mentioning how cruel he was to her.

"Well, I hope to meet her then." Hermione said, yawning.

"Are you tired?"

"Just a bit, but I'll survive for a little longer." her head began to slowly fall onto Draco's shoulder. He hesitated for a moment, not knowing rather to push her away or to relax and have her be comfortable. Glancing around the room as if he were to see someone, he put his arm around her. "Draco?" she mumbled, half asleep.

"Yes?" he said quietly, fighting an urge to kiss her forehead.

"What happened?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, what happened with the war? With your father?" he didn't answer at first. No one had actually asked him that question before. They only assumed the answers from the rumors. The only ones who knew the truth was Dumbledore and Snape.

"I didn't want to be on the dark side. Supporting Voldemort wasn't something that I was thrilled with doing. My father and I have always been different from one another and I followed my mothers footsteps. It was when I turned fourteen when everything started. My father is a powerful man, Hermione. When he wants something he doesn't stop till he gets it completed. He had plans for me to become a death eater and at first, I didn't refuse because I was afraid of him.. I was afraid he would do something to me, which he did. Along with my mother. When I finally began to stick up for myself against him he would used the Cruciatus Curse. He cast Crucio on me almost everytime he saw me the last year.." he trailed off. Remembering so clearly the pain. The pain he suffered from his father and how when it would happen to his mother there was nothing that Draco had been able to do for her.

Hermione looked up to him from the top of her eyes. Her eyes forming with tears. "Do you hate him?"

"I hate him because of everything he has ever done to my mother and I. But I'll feel that I need to love him because he is after all, my father. He used to not be so cruel. When I was a younger boy he was nice, gentle, even. It wasn't until our first year of Hogwarts when he changed. He was forcing me to join the dark side, following Voldemort's orders, so i fled. My mother followed."

"That's when Dumbledore found you." said Hermione, listening very quietly.

"Yes. I never was quiet sure how he did find us, I wasn't even sure where we were. I explained everything to him when he came and he took us to Head Quarters. The only thing he had said to us when we arrived there was that we didn't need to explain ourselves to anyone there if they asked. If they weren't informed by him, it was because they had other matters to worry about. I suppose that was why Potter, Weasley and you never were told the truth."

"Yes, you may be right.." Hermione tiredness was beginning to overwhelm her. "Thank you.. For telling me your story."

"Anytime, Hermione." she put her head back onto his shoulder to just have a small rest before having to sneak back to the Gryffindor dormitory. Then before she knew it, she fell asleep. Draco stared at Hermione for the longest time, staring at how peaceful she looked when she slept. Her lips curved as she smiled in her sleep. Draco then giving up his fight against his urge, he kissed her softly on the forehead. Resting his head against her, he then too fell asleep.

That was the first night they dreamed of each other.


I am not J.K. Rowling, this story is going in the line as i want it to go. If I want Harry to have a crush on Hermione, then so be it! He only said he wanted to go with her as friends. Plus, the reason why he acts like that is because he wants to know where Hermione sneaks off too at night and who she keeps writing too. A best friend is allowed to be curious. PLUS, Dumbledore never died. When I began the story I didn't pay attention to that since that was the last thing on my mind, so lets pretend he came back alive. LOL!