A/N- See it did not take me as long as last time to update!

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, but I'm pretty sure you already knew that.

Different

"I had this dream," Hermione said, chin propped up on her fist as she stared out the carriage's window, watching the clouds go by.

"Hmm?" Draco murmured beside her.

"About you," she sat up and adjusted her body so she was facing him. "About us, actually, and it's been bothering me."

"What's it about?" Draco looked over at her.

"I saw me and… our daughter."

"Our daughter?" Draco raised his eyebrows.

"Yes," Hermione nodded, carefully choosing the right words to say. "And you weren't there."

"Well where was I?" Hermione met his eyes.

"They had gotten you Draco." Hermione bit her lip, maybe she was just being silly, and this was after all just a dream. Draco ran his tongue over the top of his teeth, taking in the information as if it was a prophecy. He quickly shook his head and looked back out the window.

"It was just a dream, Hermione. Nothing to worry about."

"But I am worried," she grabbed onto his wrist and he looked at her. "What if I comes true?"

"Don't be absurd, what do you have premonitions now?" Hermione shook her head slowly.

"Of course not, but Draco, this is the wizarding world."

"So?"

"So?" She squeaked. "What if it was a sign?" Hermione held her breath, waiting for his answer.

"Then we better be ready." She slowly let her hand slide off of his wrist.

As the carriage hit Hogwarts grounds once again, Hermione could not help but feel a bit fearful. What was to come once they got inside? What was their plan of action? She was so unprepared for everything, the world around her was spinning out of control, and her grip on Draco, which she had recently clasped onto comfortably, was slipping right out from her. Too many lives were at stake, she snuck a glance at one of them and she felt her heart flutter like a secret crush. She really did love him.

The carriage doors swung open and they both quickly got out, scared that they might be propelled from out of their seats again. Hermione shut the door to the carriage, which was blocking out Draco. She crossed her arms and waited as the carriage slowly took off again, revealing a frazzled Draco staring after it. "Draco," she heard herself say as she went up to him. "Let's get inside, it's cold." He acted as if she wasn't there, as if he wasn't even really there. "Draco," she touched his arm and he looked down at her hand than at her face, like she had disturbed him from a deep thought. "Come on," she whispered. Draco watched the fog from her breath, shook his head, and proceeded into the castle with her in hand.

The minute they stepped on the castle ground, Hermione felt her breath catch in her throat, it was different. It was not the same place anymore. Hermione feeling capricious, she looked over at Draco; and she knew he too felt the difference. Draco tightened his grip around Hermione's hand and they continued on the threshold, Hermione stopped walking with him, pulling him backwards, his brows furrowed in question. "Something's wrong."

"Nothing's wrong." Draco said, trying to ease her worry.

"No," Hermione shook her head. "It's different this time." She looked at him. "Can't you feel it?" She practically pleaded.

"Okay, okay," he dropped her hand and stepped in front of her. "Let's just calm down, okay?" Hermione tried to take deep breaths but they weren't working.

"Draco," she grabbed his shirt. "What do you know?" She whispered to him. Draco stared into her brilliant brown eyes, shining even brighter than usual from the lights reflecting off of them.

"Somebody in this school is now our enemy. They can't turn to me anymore." Hermione, with worry and fear washing over her face, listened intently, "I think this may be our last night together." She dropped her hands, her face going numb, and then the numbness slowly made its way down her body.

"What do you mean?" She could only manage a faint whisper.

"We have to make the most of this." He said, watching her. Hermione shook her head, tears brimmed her eyes.

"Please, don't talk like that." She said, grabbing his hand again.

"I'm just telling you what you wanted to hear." Hermione blew out a breath and continued down the hall. She stood up straight, looking bravado, but feeling nothing of the sort. She felt Draco's tight grip leave her hand and rest on her shoulder. He was now guiding her. Had she stopped walking? Maybe she really did go numb. She peaked over at him, his face plastered with a sternness that made her think of the old Draco.

"Hermione!" Draco and Hermione turned around to see Ginny running up to them. She was out of breath, and looking paler than usual.

"What's wrong?" Hermione reached her hands out, prepared in case Ginny fell over.

"H-Harry, you have to find him." She looked over at Draco and then back at Hermione. "He has something important to tell you."

"Where is he?"

"Gryffindor common room," Hermione rushed past them. "Waiting for you!" She yelled.

"Hermione!" Draco called out to her. But she was gone in a blink of the eye.

Hermione darted past classrooms, and skipped steps on the staircases, trying to get to the common room as fast as she could. She knew the news was bad, she could feel it. Hermione practically threw herself into the Gryffindor common room when she got there. Harry and Ron looked behind them from their spots on the couches. "What's going on?" She panicked, rushing over to them.

"Are you okay?" Harry asked. Hermione shook her head.

"A lot is going on."

"You don't say," Ron blew out an exaggerated breath.

"What do you mean?" Hermione asked, collapsing down on the floor in front of them. Harry and Ron exchanged a look. "What?" She asked.

"It's about Voldemort."

"Of course it is." She ran a hand down the side of her face, trying to catch her breath.

"I have to go see Dumbledore tonight, about something important. He told me we were running out of time and that he was going to insist on doing this later this year but there was no time to waste."

"What is it?"

"We don't know," Harry looked at Ron. "We are trying to figure that out."

"This isn't much to go on." Hermione sighed, pushing herself off of the floor. "Listen; come see me tomorrow unless it's really important. I have to be with Draco."

"Didn't you just spend the whole day with him?" Ron frowned.

"Yeah, so?" Hermione folded her arms, her shoulders dropping. "Something bad is going on with him."

"He's a bad guy, Hermione." Ron said.

"Ron!" She threw him a look. "Not like that, I meant something bad is going to happen to him now that he's refused to join You Know Who." She looked at Harry, her eyes pleading. "He needs help."

"What kind of help were you thinking?" Harry leaned over, resting his arms on his legs.

"Maybe from the Order?" She suggested.

"They would never go for that." Ron said smugly.

"You don't know that!" Hermione protested.

"You think this is such a good idea, 'Mione?" Harry asked.

"Well," she shifted her feet. "It's better than nothing." Ron shook his head and looked away from her. She looked at Harry who looked back.

"I don't know," he said. Hermione pursed her lips, and nodded her head.

"Fine, that's okay then." She headed over to the picture frame. "Thanks for the help. I have to see Draco now." She left the room, feeling alone and somewhat betrayed. She needed help and they did not want to give it to her. "I don't need them," muttering to herself out of spite. She made her way down the staircases and stopped when a thought crossed her mind. Where could Draco be? She decided to check the last place she left him and to her surprise he was still there, waiting for her. "Draco?" She asked.

"Obviously," he said, looking up at her. He was sitting on the ground, leaning against the wall.

"I'm just," she shook her head, smiling. "Surprised you are still here."

"Where else would I go?" He pushed himself off the ground and brushed off his pants.

"What happened?"

"Nothing much," she told him, "They didn't have much information. Dumbledore wanted to see Harry about something important, to show him something if I recall correctly. Oh and that they were running out of time." Draco raised an eyebrow.

"Meaning?"

"I don't know," Hermione frowned. "But right now I'm focused on you. Listen Draco, I think that maybe the Order would be-"

"No," he walked past her. "I do not want help from the Order."

"But Draco I think that-"

"Granger, I said no!" He barked at her.

"I just want you to be safe!" She held her stance, "Please don't make me beg."

"I don't want their help," he grabbed her arms and she shut her eyes. "Look at me," she obeyed him. "I said no."

"Then how can I keep you safe?" Draco found himself getting lost in her eyes, but he quickly found his senses and pulled away from her.

"You don't," he said. He watched her face drop, and his heart went out for her. "Come with me," he held out his hand, but she stared sadly at the ground. He knew that he had upset her. "Hermione," he whispered, "come with me." She found his eyes, and suddenly she wasn't aggravated with him anymore. She loved this man, and only wanted him to be safe. But she was not going to ruin the night with them being frustrated by each other. Of course she was still going to try to change his mind about wanting help from somebody, but if Draco was right, they needed to make the most out of their time together.

"I'll be okay," he said, reassuring her as if he had read her mind. Hermione reached out to his hand and he clasped it. "Now come on," he pulled her with him. "You are going to stay with me tonight." He kissed the side of her head.

"But the Slytherin's?" She said.

"You know most of them are gone, don't worry, if anybody even looks in your direction they will get it." Hermione gave him a small smirk, and he put his arm around her, leading them down and into the Slytherin common room. Lucky for them, the room was not occupied by anyone, they past the recently died out fire and into Draco's room. She immediately walked over to his bed and sat down. She watched as he silently closed the door and turned to look at her, a smile appearing on his face.

"What?" She asked.

"You know you are just so beautiful. I wish I could keep you like this, here, forever." Hermione felt her breath shorten, he was being so sincere.

"I love you too." She said, hearing her own voice shake. Was this goodbye?

A/N- Sorry it's a shorter chapter, but it needed to end here! So I think there will be two more chapters left of this story. So tell me your thoughts and please review!

Brittany