A/N: Biig Lurve to all my reviewers, I expect to get FIVE on my first chapter. I didn't even expect ONE, I thought all your genius probing eyes would skip my story of rubbishness, and move onto the next one: Thanks for telling me what the Mark is called Fred-Weasley-Isn't-Dead, now I think about it, I am utterly stupid for not remembering, it's so easy to remember! *hangs head in shame*. Thank you to emzigale07, another really nice review, that is well rounded as always, I look forward to your reviews! Thanks for the idea Izzy Jeanne, I guess great minds think alike because that's super similar to what I was going to write (now you better find a great mind, because I am not one!)! Thank you to sixteen4ever that was a really kind review, I'm glad you liked it. And last bu not least, thank you to summersammer, I really appreciate your review. Enjoy, and review!

Hermione's POV:

I woke up to the sound of flapping wings, the tawny coloured owl that lived in my dorm was back, with a note. On the front was my name in an easily recognisable scrawl. Malfoy had written back! Heart thumping in fear of rejection and anticipation I reached forward and took the note out of the owls beak, I opened it eagerly and carefully, not wanting to tear the note inside.

Hermione!!!

Yes, I would love to talk again!!!

Malfoy xxx

As I read it a smile formed on my lips. Not only had he replied, he'd said yes, and put three kisses. I wasn't usually the type of girl to stress about boys, and what kisses on the end of notes meant, but I found myself panicking and excitable. I grinned happily, and got changed into my pyjamas. Ready to sleep. I lay the note face down on the side of my bed, so no one could read it.

Slowly, slowly I drifted into dreamland…

"Hermione, how could you!" Harry cried in anguish at me offended. What had I done to offend him? I opened my mouth to ask, but he interrupted. "He has the dark mark Hermione! And even if he hadn't he hasn't exactly been nice to you has he!" the wind swirled around me and Harry, and we were back in the second or third year, standing outside potions class. I saw myself, squared up and ready to fight and I saw Malfoy facing me, a snarl forming on his full pink lips.

"You filthy mudblood!" he hissed, and my heart stopped beating for a second. Younger me paled and gasped staggering backwards. Ron leapt in front and yelled at Malfoy, but because of his broken wand the hex backfired. He ended up puking slugs on the front lawn. The cold air swirled around Harry and I once more and we ended up back in the unfamiliar passage way. "See Hermione? He's Vile." Harry hissed at me. I shook my head. "No! he's changed Harry!" I cried to him and Harry shook his head. Again the wind whipped around up lifting my hair and my dressing gown up around me.

"Whatever, Beaver!" Malfoy hissed and pointed the wand at me, my incisors grew at an alarming rate. Crying, I covered my mouth with my hand and ran up the windig corridor. I bowed my head down, he had been horrible hadn't he?

"He's not like that anymore! I know he's not!" I cried out, dejected. Harry's hard expression softened.

"I know you want to believe that Hermione, but really, he hasn't. last night I saw him pick flowers in the grounds for someone, white roses."

"My favourites." I whispered and I wrapped my arms around my knees crying.

He hadn't changed…

I woke up, tears pouring down my face.

"Hey, Hermione, did you have a bad dream?" Ginny asked me, her eyes comforting and kind. I shook my head and she nodded once. I got dressed, as slowly as I could. For once not wanting to think. Thinking was, as always for me inevitable though. Had he changed? Had he really? He had to! He was so nice in the corridor last night, he was never nice. And the way he looked at me occasionally, in a way that wasn't loathing, or cruel. In a way that was kind and sweet and loving. Loving…

I headed to the great hall, my head bowed to hide the tears that threatened to form in my eyes.

Third person, Ron's dorm:

Ron put his wand away, he knew it was wrong to conjure images in Hermione's dreams in the form of Harry, but Hermione wouldn't listen to him. He stood up and headed to the great hall.

Draco's POV:

She ran down the stone staircase to the great hall. She was staring at the floor. A veil of light brown curls hid her pretty face. I ran over to her and tapped her shoulder.

Again the feel of electricity flowed through my veins upon contact with her. She looked up and I saw she had been crying. My heart sank. And I had thought that she was over the Weasley boy. I reached up to stroke a tear away from her cheek but she shied away from touch. Something was wrong. Last night she was open and kind, and tonight, she wasn't.

I handed her the bundle of white roses I'd picked in the grounds the night before. Her brown eyes widened, and her face lit up. She took them and grinned happily at me. I smiled back, I seemed the way I felt when I saw her smile never went away. In fact, because, again I had made her smile, I felt even more blissfully happy. I took her hand and paused outside the great hall.

"If people know about us…" she whispered and looked away from me. I hooked a finger under her chin and kissed her forehead.

"You go in first, and I'll come on after you, 'kay?" I asked her. She nodded and smiled, standing on tiptoes to pat my nose and wink. I beamed at her. I hugged her one last time, and the hall door swung open and slammed shut. There in front of us was Pansy Parkinson.

"Oh, don't mind me." she snarled, a smirk forming on her face, "and don't think this isn't going to be around the whole school tomorrow. If you don't do as I say, of course." She laughed in a cruel way and walked off.

Hermione looked at me with wide eyes. And in that instant, I knew I would do anything to make her happy again.