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"Noooo!!" Hermione screamed as she sat up in fright. Her hands were clenched tightly and heart was beating erratically. She looked around into the darkness that was her room.

"It's alright. It was just a dream. A nightmare."

Slowly she sank back down and laid her bushy hair onto her pillow. Scenes of the terrifying nightmare that awoke her, returned.

"It was a cold wintry day. Hermione had rugged up, nice and warm, so she could enjoy the beautiful snowflakes falling from the sky. She was walking out into the Hogwarts grounds. To her left, Hagrid's hut was now completely covered with snow, making it appear like an iced ginger bread house. Grinning at the sight of it, Hermione kept walking towards the dark forest. Looking past the slowly falling flakes of snow, she could see a lone figure standing in front of a tall tree. Sheer delight filled her and her pace quickened. She was almost delirious with happiness as she threw herself at the blurry looking figure. 'I'm so glad you came. Isn't it beautiful?' she asked, turning and gesturing to the landscape around her. 'Not nearly as beautiful as you are.' A voice replied, as the figure wrapped his strong arm around her waist. In a sudden movement, Hermione let out a gasp of surprise as the figure twisted her gently till she was leaning backwards over his arm. She looked up as the figure leant closer for a kiss. As he leant in closer his blurry face became clearer. Hermione was overwhelmed by the romance of the situation and nearly blacked out when his lips finally touched hers. Taken over by the sensation of the kiss, Hermione closed her eyes and enjoyed herself immensely. As the wonderful moments passed, Hermione slowly opened her eyes to face the man of her dreams. Snowflakes hung on her long brown eyes lashes and obscured her view. Grasping at the figure she pulled herself upright and wrapped her arms around his neck. Blinking away the snowflakes, she leant in to kiss him once more. His dark brown eyes seemed so familiar. Who was he? 'I'm so glad you came.' He whispered. That voice. She lifted her hand and ran her long fingers through his pale blonde hair. 'Oh no.' Hermione pushed herself away and shook her head desperately. 'No!' She stepped away from Draco Malfoy's outreached arms. 'No, not you. Noooo!...'"

Hermione shook her head and snuggled deeper under her doona. She closed her eyes and whispered to herself, "I would rather look after ten of Hagrid's blast-ended skrewts, drink one of Snape's concoctions and take Divination with Professor Trelawney, than fall in love with Malfoy. God, what a nightmare."


Struggling with a trolley of bags and chests, Hermione Granger hastily blew a kiss to her waving parents. She searched through the bustling crowd of commuters to check that her ginger cat, Crookshanks was following behind. She strode quickly towards the archway between platform 9 and 10 of the train station.

Preparing to dash between the archways, Hermione was terribly annoyed when she saw two figures halt in front of it, arguing heatedly. The two figures looked very familiar and upon further investigation, Hermione realized it was Lucius and Draco Malfoy. She cringed as memories of her dream haunted her, and quickly hid behind her luggage laden trolley.

The angry voices rose.

"You are attending one of the finest schools in the country, and yet you still come home with dismal O.W.L scores, and appalling grades. I have a son who isn't even able to compete with a filthy mudblood girl! Do you know how that makes me look?" Lucius screamed at his son.

"That's all you care about, isn't it?" How YOU look in the wizarding world. Your reputation! Who the hell cares about me?!" The angry adolescent screamed in return.

Lucius' face contorted with anger and his fists clenched tightly by his side. His pale eyebrows furrowed deeply as he pulled his fist back and threw a punch across his son's face. Draco stumbled backwards slightly, his hand rising and wiping the blood that dripped from his mouth. His demeanor seemed to straighten with angry pride as he looked up at his father. Lucius Malfoy turned and looked around at the civilians milling around him. With a dismissing sniff, he straightened the collar of his black cloak and stared deep into his son's eyes. "The name Malfoy comes with certain obligations and expectations. If your grades do not improve in a hurry, there will be dire consequences to face. Draco.Do not disappoint me." With a dismissive flick of the shoulder, Lucius turned and strode away from his son.

Still crouching behind her trolley, Hermione was shocked. She had never seen such fury on a parent's face before, and by the look on Draco's face, when the punch was landed, it seemed this incident was not a once off. No one deserved abuse, especially from their father, even if they were scum.

The aforementioned scum was still standing in front of the archway, staring off into the distance. His hands were tightly clenched fists by his side. His body seemed to tremble with anger but his eyes were sparkling with unshed tears.

Sympathy flashed through Hermione and she began to chew her lip nervously wishing he would just move. Crookshanks was sitting placidly by her, waving his ginger paw at a loose thread from the arm of her cloak. Hermione distractedly patted him on his head, but accidentally jabbed him in the eye. With a loud screech, he leapt up and viciously scratched at her hand. Hermione yelped in pain and shot upright, her head banging hard on the trolley handle. The rickety trolley was set in motion and began to hurtle towards the archway. Malfoy turned at the loud racket to see Hermione Granger looking horrified and a trolley of bags and chests hurtling towards him.

Bang. Crash. Draco's arms flapped wildly in the air, as the trolley smashed painfully into his shins. This caused him to become completely unbalanced, and he fell backwards into the portal to platform 9 ¾.

Hermione, who had been holding her breath, winced and nervously made her way towards the portal. Picking up a still spitting Crookshanks, she stepped through the portal into the secret platform. As soon as she came out the other end Crookshanks leapt out of her arms and scampered away. This was a very good thing, because just as he left Hermione's arms, a large chest was heaved into her arms. She dropped it in surprise but it was followed by a black bag. Hermione stumbled backwards as she saw a furious Malfoy aggressively throwing her luggage at her.

"I believe this is yours, Mudblood. If you were a guy I would rip you apart with my bare hands, but since your nothing but a pathetic piece of worm dung I won't bother. Stay away from me and watch your stuff, dork." He yelled at her, then turned and limped away, wincing at the pain in his shins.

Clutching her bag close to her chest, her eyes narrowed with anger. "That ignoramus weasel. Now, I wish that trolley had of been bigger so it would have hit higher than his shins."

Taking in a deep breath, Hermione bent down to pick up her scattered belongings. Once she had righted her chests and closed a bag that had come open, she blew the unruly hairs from her face and proceeded to drag her belongings onto the train. This took several trips, because of the amount of bags she had, and on the last trip Hermione exhaustedly reached for her book-filled chest. Lifting the old chest by one of it's handles, Hermione's arm was nearly broken by it's weight, and just as she was about to give up, she felt someone blow into her ear.

"EEeeewww. That is so gross." She protested and looked up to see a stupidly grinning Ron, by her side.

"Me and Harry will get that for you, Hermione." chuckled, the tall red head.

Hermione turned and saw that her other best friend, Harry Potter was standing behind her. "Oh you guys, I'm so glad to see you." She wrapped her arms around the two boys and hugged them close.

"Umm.. Glad to see you too Hermione, but if you don't let us go, your going to lose your prefect badge for suffocating two prized students," mumbled Ron.

"Pffftt!! They would probably congratulate me for getting rid of you two." She muttered as she released the two tall boys. Harry and Ron quickly bent down and carried Hermione's chest into the carriage of the train.

Standing back and watching them do the hard work; Hermione smiled and began looking forward to her sixth year at Hogwarts. A shadow of Draco's furious face loomed in the back of her mind, but she quickly buried it. Looking up to her beckoning friends, she forgot about Malfoy and boarded the train to Hogwarts.

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