Whom is to be trusted?
"You are doing a great job on Hermione," Pansy whispered, "she'll be getting us the information we need. You're a true genius, Draco."
"Shhht," Draco shushed her, "you might wake her up. Let's have a private conversation in my dormitory."
"What kind of conversation?"; she wanted to know and giggled, nervously.
"Our usual kind of course," he answered.
"Yes please, D...", she wanted to say, but he already kissed her, at least it sounded like it.
Apart from Pansy's sighs and Draco's moaning, it was completely silent.
"Good morning," Draco whispered and kissed me on my forehead.
"Mhm," I mumbled, tiredly and let my hand run through his hair.
"I had a weird dream," I told him.
"What did you dream, sweetheart," Pansy asked ironically, her voice an octave higher, than usual.
"I dreamed of you, being my best friend," I informed her, "it was the worst nightmare ever."
"You know what mine was?", she snapped, "Draco, actually liking you!"
"Well then," Draco interrupted our feud, "your life must be a living nightmare now, huh?"
"Whatever," she growled, turned around and rushed out, into the hallway.
"Good morning you two," Ron mumbled but walked past us, towards Gryffindor table.
"Morning," Harry greeted us, followed Ron and joined our friends at breakfast.
Our friends, were they even my friends still? Had my dream been reality and Draco wasn't my friend after all? Did I have any friends at all? Perhaps, spending so much time with Draco, made me lose my other friends. Maybe, that's Pansy's plan.
"...right Hermione?", Draco addressed me, "Hermione? Are you ok? Is it because of your dream, what was your dream about anyways?"
"It's nothing," I decided, "forget it, I was just overreacting. I actually thought about joining Harry and Ron for breakfast, before Ron gets nasty again."
"Hermione?", Ron welcomed me, stunned by my sudden appearance.
"Harry, Ron," I addressed them, "I have to tell you something, without others eavesdropping."