A/n: It's the Golden Trio's seventh year, and guess which of the three is starting to have weird dreams about a certain blonde! And what happens when Hermione lets it slip to Ginny about the dreams, and suddenly every one in the school finds out-Including the man of her dreams? What is his reaction? And why in the world is Harry nearly expelled?

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&&:: Chapter One ::&&

Look to the past

And remember and smile.

And maybe tonight

I can breathe for awhile.

I'm not in the scene

I think I'm fallin' asleep

But then all that it means is

I'll always be dreaming of you.

-Feeling This, Blink 182

Hermione wasn't surprised when she entered the Head's compartment on the train after spending some time catching up with her friends, to find a certain blonde already there.

He was the second brightest of their year-her the first, and she didn't even try to appeal her case to McGonagall for she knew she wouldn't get anywhere. No even after that horrible event had happened last year, Malfoy was still in good graces-But she personally didn't trust him. Okay, so maybe he wasn't literally the physical embodiment of evil as she first thought, maybe he had no choice in the way his life was run, but still…He was Draco Malfoy! He was the one that made not only her life, but also her friend's life a living hell.

When she entered, he looked up at her with a look of puzzlement. As if he was looking at someone that he knew the name of, but he couldn't place the face. She fidgeted under his gaze, and tugged at her skirt in an attempt to cover her long legs from his view.

His cerulean eyes looked deep into her chocolate ones, well that is until Hermione rolled hers, "Ferret."

His eyes glazed over in anger, and he licked his lips trying to restrain himself from uttering the usual, 'Mudblood.'

"Granger," he said, his voice just above a whisper, as he turned away from her to look out the window at the scenery passing by outside.

She was expecting him to snap at her for calling him ferret in his usual icy tone, or even just glare at her with such a ferocity that chilled her blood, but no…Nothing, just a brief greeting and some silence.

She put her trunk down, making sure that Crookshanks was not awaken while doing so. She sat down, and the silence hit her. It was too quiet, why wouldn't he say anything-Was he to the point where he wouldn't even speak to her, because she was Hermione Granger?

She took out a book, The Notebook by the muggle writer Nicholas Sparks, and began to read. She still had a long time before she had to change into her robes. She closed her eyes for a minute to try to shut her inner mind up; It kept bringing up that dream she had of him the night before…

She didn't see it coming when he pushed her roughly into the cold wall, just after she had left the library, his body pressed up against hers.

His eyes burned into hers, and his lips barely a centimeter away, and a strange longing to kiss them overwhelmed her.

He smirked, his lips moving against hers in cruel torture, "Meet me tonight."

"Where?" she asked with wide eyes.

He moved his head, so that he could whisper into her ear, "You know where."

She shivered at the feeling of his hot breath on her skin, and he laughed at the reaction. He removed his hands from the sides of her face, and walked away without a second glance...

She opened them, and tried to concentrate on the book. She was nearly to the half way point when she heard, "Granger do you always have to have your nose stuck in a book?"

She didn't even look up at him, but instead glared down at the book, "What I do is my business, is it not Malfoy?"

She didn't wait for an answer as she finished off with-"Then don't fucking talk to me unless it's necessary."

She could feel the intensity of his look even without actually seeing it, and was startled when she heard his laughter. It was husky, and smooth just like his voice, but none the less, she had never thought about what his laughter might sound like.

"What is so bloody fucking funny?!" she snapped, glaring at him now instead of the book which was now lying idly in her lap.

"Still as feisty as ever Granger" he remarked, his eyes dancing with laughter, but his face was calm and nearly emotionless.

"Still as frustrating as ever Malfoy" she replied with a chuckle, and was just as surprised when the corners of his lips pulled into a smile, a genuine smile.

They sat in silence for a minute, his eyes looking her over, and her trying to figure out how in the world had she just shared a laugh with Draco Malfoy.

She checked her watch, "It's time to change into our robes." She was making her way out when she stopped eruptly. His fingers were wrapped around her wrist. She looked over her shoulder at him with questioning eyes, "What?"

"You look different" was all he said, and released her wrist. He took a step back, as if to give her space.

"Is that a good or a bad thing?" she asked, as she rubbed her wrist where he had touched it, it tingled, and she was so afraid he would notice the goosebumps on her arms that she started out of the compartment.

"Good" he called after her. She shook her head, did Draco Malfoy just give her a compliment? Why had she not told him off her grabbing her?

She didn't have time to think more about these questions, or even about the dream because she had was too busy trying to pry first years from throttling each other.

It wasn't until she had finally had finished untangling the kids, and was wearing her cloak, and tie, that she thought to herself, This is going to be an interesting year…

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