AN: Eh… just felt like editing the first chapter.. so here goes…
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She was thinking of the dream again.
Hermione stared at her book, thinking about it. Harry and Ron were practicing in the Quidditch field with the rest of the Gryffindor team, so there she was, in the common room, sitting near the fire.
Oh, how her dream seemed… well… weird. There she was, in complete darkness, with a total stranger, whose face she couldn't see.
'We know that this can't happen,'He had told her.
Hermione snorted. She was completely clueless about what the person was talking about. She closed her book and gazed thoughtfully at the orange fire. She then shifted her mind to the part when she, Hermione, had pleaded to the stranger.
'NOO!'she called to him. 'Please don't leave! Please!!'
She laughed at herself. She skipped that part and went to another scene… the scene when she had leaned in and kissed him.
"Aargh!!" she shouted out loud. Everyone in the common room stopped talking and looked at her.
Hermione turned around and chuckled shyly. "Er… sorry… he he…"
She sat down once again and the Gryffindor students resumed their conversations. Hermione grabbed one of the throw pillows and buried her face in embarrassment. Not because she had made a fool of herself in front of the others, but because of her dream. Though it was only a dream, it had felt SO real.
Oh, how soft his lips were…and how he kissed her gently—
Hermione stood up, her cheeks burning. "Okay, prefect duties!!"
She fixed her hair and rushed out of the room.
Hermione whistled as she walked through every hall she was assigned to. She opened and closed doors & closets and checked behind each statue.
"Prefect duties tonight, dear?" a painting of an old witch asked, smiling pleasantly.
"Yes, ma'am," Hermione replied, smiling back.
"Well, take care then, dear," she answered, then went back to knitting.
Hermione smiled and turned a corner. But then, she frowned upon seeing who was there.
He was sitting on the floor, clutching his arm tightly.
"Malfoy!" She said, glaring at him.
Draco looked up and when he had seen her, he smirked. "Well, well," he sneered, "If it isn't the most famous—"
"Mudblood." Hermione finished his sentence. ""What in the world are YOU doing HERE? And sitting on the floor?!"
"Well, first of all, I'm doing my prefect duties." He said. "Second, it's NONE of your business."
Hermione raised her eyebrow. "Okay then… I'll be going no—"
She glimpsed blood on Draco's arm. "What in the world happened to your arm?!" she panicked.
She approached him and tried to see it, but then Draco kept his arm away from her.
"Don't touch me!" he said, making faces. "I can manage!"
Hermione shot him a deadly look and took out her wand. "Now, come ON and show it to me."
Draco narrowed his eyes and reluctantly showed her his injury. "Here."
"Thank you." Hermione examined it and then raised her wand. "Well, I 'm going to have to cure it."
"Don't be SUCH a baby!!" She held his arm and flicked her wand. "Cura Heilen!!"
Gold light emitted from Hermione's wand. It surrounded Draco's arm and after several minutes, it subsided. His arm was now clean and healed.
Hermione prodded it with her fingers and then pressed it gently. Finally she looked up at him.
"It's okay now!" she smiled. She stood up and looked down at Draco. "Just don't tell anyone I helped you."
"Why'd you even help me?" he asked.
"Well, it's because I—" Hermione stopped. Why DID she help him? "it's just my initiative."
Draco snickered. "Stop lying, Granger," he drawled. "Just admit that you wanted to get close to me, the most handsome guy in Hogwarts."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Oh please," she said. She started walking to the other direction and looked back at him. "See you."
She was about to turn the corner, when Draco called her.
"Hey, Granger," he said. He was already standing up.
There was a momentary pause, when finally he spoke up.
AN: Hope this one was much better than the first one. Please! Review!! THANKS!!