so here it is! chapter 15! i hope it is good. hey! guess what guys, it's "roll around on the floor like Lauren Lopez day" today. you know, how she plays Draco in AVPM and AVPS? aaaah. whose going to the Starkid Space tour? anyone? if you are i'm super jealous. they're coming no where near me (even though i live in winnipeg and they sung about us in AVPM) :( ANYWAY! hope you guys enjoy this. you're all super-mega-foxy-awesome-hot and i love you all, your reviews honest to Merlin, make my day. no joke. i get SO happy when i get one of those emails. hope all is well in your lives! i'll leave now so you can read the chapter xP- xoxox Brooklyn
p.s. i know i keep changing the name, and i bet that's super confusing xP but i realized there is a lot of "dreaming" in my fic and i just feel like "forbidden" is pretty cliche for Dramione don't you? so now it is Forbidden Dreaming :P kay bye! (let me know what you think)

Hermione took a seat at her desk in her room. She smoothed out a large piece of parchment in front of her and dipped her quill into the ink. The day was over and Hermione needed to get a head start on next weeks potions essay. Suddenly, as she placed the quill to the parchment, she heard a slam, unmistakably the portrait entrance to the head chambers closing.

This made Hermione stop. She felt a shudder run through her body as she listened to Draco's swift steps from the front entrance, to his room, the door quietly clicking closed.

What the hell is happening? Hermione thought as she found herself listening more intently for subtle sounds of Draco moving about his room. Her head still hurt a bit from the last few days and she had this aching feeling Draco was somehow related. Probably because of the fact that she had been in his lap when she woke from the oddest sleep she'd ever experienced. She couldn't really remember it. All there was was a quick flash of light, then nothing. Pure emptiness, but it was almost a good emptiness, like a silent bliss. Next thing she knew she woke in Draco's arms and… she wasn't totally appalled to it? She wasn't sure if that made sense, but something inside her felt safe and relieved when she woke in his arms. That drove her insane. Why did she think that? Even for a split second, why? And what was up with Draco anyways. Every time they were in the same room, she caught him looking at her; it was strange, eerie, and unsettling. She really did not like it.

Hermione knew, however, ignoring him was going to do no good. It would only provoke him, and running off earlier when she caught him staring was probably a stupid thing to do and would only send the message that he had some sort of power over her. Which he certainly did not. Ron had told her what happened after she fled, when the two sat together in charms. She had to make a fake excuse as to why she ran off, saying she forgot something McGonagall needed her to do.

She decided, not wanting Draco to have this crazy idea that he was more superior then her. He already thought such things because of her blood, she did not need him thinking it when it mattered. In school, as two equal authority figures, equal if not me being more superior. She smirked at her egotistic thought. It was true and he knew it. So maybe he just needed a reminder of where they stood as head boy and girl, and remind him who has been practically living in the library her whole life and who has the trust and is loved by basically every teacher in the school. He needed reminding of who was more superior then whom.

Draco walked into his room, throwing his bag onto his bed and lying next to it. He huffed loudly. What a day. He thought. He was rather pleased to have a friend like Blaise again. It had been so long to him since he'd had a friend like that. The closest he had in the last while was…

His thoughts stopped abruptly as he heard a loud, determined tap on his door. He sat up cocking his head towards the door. Had he imagined the sound? Then it came again denying his thoughts. He stood quickly, then just stood. Not finding himself able to make his feet move. It wasn't until the third round of knocks, this time hard and urgent, that his feet began to move and he took quick strides to the door. Flinging it open to a flustered Hermione.

Her clothing was wrinkled; her arms crossed across her chest, and her hair a frizzy length down the sides of her head.

"Hi?" he said quirking an eyebrow. Though inside he wanted to say nothing, only grab her and hold her in her arms. Of course this was no longer an option.

"I know what you said to my friends Malfoy" she said her eyes narrowing. Draco felt a small grin grow across his face.

"Do you now"

"Yes. And I do not believe it is appropriate for head boy to be speaking such ways to students"

"Hmm, well frankly I don't really care much for your beliefs, Granger" she scowled at him; he only cocked an eyebrow at her.

"The feeling is mutual" she muttered. Then with an annoyed grunt, Hermione pushed past Draco and stormed into his bedroom. Standing firmly in the middle of the room. He turned, his eyebrow still cocked, then he scowled.

"What makes you think you can just-" he began

"And frankly, Malfoy, I don't care whether you care or not of my beliefs!" he stared at her with a bit of confusion. Alright, that sentence was sort of all over the place, she needed to clean herself up, quick. If she wanted him to understand she is the more superior one here.

Draco snorted "is that so? Because I think, what you shouldn't be caring about is what I say to your stupid little friends, four-eyes and weasel" Hermione scowled, thinking for a witty comeback.

The best she could manage was a sputter of laughter and "that's rich coming from the ferret"

"Oh shut it Granger!" he snapped. She raised her eyebrows at him and took a few steps closer to him, closing the space between them.

She had no idea the effect she had on him. He had been trying so hard to act the way he would have before he had fallen for her so many years ago, and this longing feeling of needing to be with her and his aggravation of having to speak to her this way, it was all… overwhelming, nauseating, horrifying, depressing, every ugly word in the English language, he was feeling it.

Finally she spoke, breaking him only a bit from his pent up sadness. "I mean it Malfoy. You accepted this role as Head Boy; you need to treat it honorably. That means not shooting pathetic insults at other students. Do you understand?" her face was very stern and she pointed a single delicate finger at his chest. What was she going to do? Poke him to death. Draco chuckled at that thought and Hermione's scowl deepened.

"Alright, alright. Calm down, for Merlin's sake. I'll try to not bother the twats any more" Hermione gapped at his insult as Draco took a seat on his bedside. "What?" he questioned "only you and me here, don't need to censure myself" he grinned and she grunted in aggravation, storming from his room and slamming her door hard behind her. Draco sighed and lay back onto his bed.

Draco fell into a deep sleep, only moments after Hermione had visited him, he hadn't even bothered removing his clothing, only fell asleep. Not a nice one, but it was deep and his dreams very vivid.

It was the night in Malfoy Manor. The night that he had been forced to Obliviate Hermione. Only it was slightly different. Instead, when he lifted his wand, his father yelled for him to stop. He questioned it, but did as he was told. Lucius Malfoy looked from his son to the tattered Hermione. He smiled genuinely at her, and to his great shock, she grinned back. He then proceeded to tell Draco how he had never noticed what a great beauty Hermione was. Draco, being in a dream, didn't seem to find the comment odd, only replied, "yes, I know. One of the reasons I love her" in the dream, his father ignored the comment and began walking towards Hermione. This is where it got weird.

The hall where they stood vanished and turned to a great dance hall right before Draco's eyes. Of course, in the dream, this was not unusual. But when Draco turned, he saw Hermione and his father… being wed? Draco was very confused as to why she was doing this. In the dream, his confused version of himself, now wearing a sort of costume, like a Gesture or clown, there for their entertainment. Perhaps even a puppet. He was now mumbling the word "why?"

Hermione turned to Draco and opened her mouth, as if to give a response, horror was in her eyes. All that came from her mouth was "Draco" but her lips were mouthing something else… but that was the words her heard "Draco?"… "Draco it's me" suddenly, his father raised his wand and there was a flash of green light and Draco saw himself in the dream scream out to her, run after her, his legs working but he wasn't getting anywhere. If anything she grew further from him, he reached out as she was falling to the floor, vacancy in her eyes, and her body turning bloody and her skin tearing from her body. His name was still ringing out, reaching out for him. He reached out again to save her, but instead of reaching her, he woke in a pool of his own sweat and his limbs shaking and aching violently.

He attempted to catch his breath, when he heard the knock at the door. His heart skipped a beat and he calmed when he realized it must have been Hermione. He nearly jumped from the bed and run to her, knowing she was alright. Grabbing her in his arms and swinging her around in circles, then kissing her passionately. But then he remembered, they were enemies again. So he sunk into his bed, fighting that itching feeling of jumping up to answer the door. If he had never loved her, he would only lie here, and make her come to him.

Hermione opened Draco's door, peering in, squinting through the darkness. She tiptoed into the room, at least she attempted to. She grew so frightened that the tiptoe quickly turned from normal walking, to a slow jog towards his bed.

"Draco..." she whispered "are you awake?" he growled into his pillow. He was having such a "lovely" dream.

"What do you want?" he groaned ignoring the sound of shuffling bare feet towards the side of his bed.

"Draco I'm scared, can I sleep with you tonight?" this snapped him awake, his eyes flew open. What did she just say?

"What?" he snapped turning his head to look at her, then realized how close she was standing and it nearly gave him a heart attack. "God Granger! What the hell do you think you're doing?" he asked catching his breath for what seemed the millionth time tonight.

"You're right, I'm sorry, I'm just a bit panicked. I shouldn't have asked to sleep in your bed, that was completely daft, considering we've just had a fight and foul loathsome evil little cockroach" she mumbled "and well, me being me and you being you" oh if you only knew "could you just maybe…" she paused looking around the room. Draco sat up. Something was seriously wrong with her. He'd never seen anyone so scared, especially someone as strong and brave as Hermione.

"What? What's wrong?" he tried to hide the sympathy from his voice, he was still supposed to be that emotionless twit she believed him to be. She stood so they were nearly face-to-face, only she a bit taller, as he was sitting.

"Just… come have a butterbeer with me? Or something?" Draco cocked an eyebrow.

"Why?" he asked, slightly suspicious.

"Oh for goodness sakes Malfoy! Just please?"

"No. Tell me why" she groaned and her hands shook. As well as her knees, and her shoulders, and her head.

"I've had a nightmare okay? I am completely and utterly terrified right now and I would just really appreciate it if you would sit down in the light of the fire and just have a god damn butterbeer with me so I don't have to be alone" she spoke so fast it was hard for Draco to follow, but he got the just.

"Why not just go to Gryffindor common room, get one of your little friends to sit with you?" Draco asked, even though he would love nothing more then to sit with Hermione by the fire, sipping Butterbeer and just… living.

Hermione's eyes widened at his comment "are you insane? Walk the dark halls, ALONE. At this hour? No thank you" she did look truly frightened, and Draco was a sucker for those large brown eyes. With a huff, he stood.

"Alright fine. Let's go" he began towards the door, Hermione ran up quickly behind him.

"Thank you," she mumbled, "I appreciate it!"

"Yeah, yeah" he replied. Really, he was sure he appreciated it a whole lot more then she.

sooo yeah. there it is :) it's the long weekend now YAY THANKSGIVING. at least it is in Canada, i dunno about the rest of the world. haha, anyway i'll have lots of time for writting so hopefully chapter 16 won't be here in to long! hope this was goood. here's next times preview:

"it's just all so frightening, don't you think? i mean, what if we lose... we could all die, or worse" Draco winced. He knew when she said "we" he was not included. He was not on "their" side...
this was awkward. Draco decided to poke a little fun at her "or worse what? get expelled? YOU would find something like that worse then being killed" he chuckled and watched as Hermione's eyes widen.
"wow that's creepy" she said "i said something along those lines, first year" she grinned for a moment, looking down at the table.