The Dreams

The Dreams

Hermione Granger

Draco walked back over to his bed and laid down on it. The dreams didn't stop there. Oh no, they went farther...

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The Third Dream

Hermione tapped her foot impatiently.

"Where is he?" she muttered to herself.

"'He' is right here," Draco said and took a seat across from Hermione.

"You're late."

"No, you are just early," he replied smugly, a bored expression on his face.

"Okay Malfoy, let's just get this over and done with. I have found books on everything, so all you have to do is read," Hermione instructed.

"Great, let's just get this over with."

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Draco lay in his bed, his eyes closed peacefully. He could hear the faint noises of people from a room nearby. He yawned tiredly and went to turn around when he ran into something- no someone.

His eyes flew open. Hermione Granger was in his bed. She was sleeping peacefully and looked perfectly content.

"Oh god," he whispered. "Oh God." He pushed himself out of his bed and pulled back his velvet, green drawings.

The room was empty, and he let out a sigh of relief. He quietly edged away from Hermione and leaned against the wall to watch her sleep.

About twenty minutes later, Hermione woke up too.

"Good morning," Draco said dully once Hermione had figured out where she was. Her brown eyes were wide with shock, and she was speechless for once. She croaked.

"Yes," Draco agreed. "That about sums up last night."

"We, we, we," Hermione stumbled, pointing at Draco.

"Yes, we, we, we did," he replied, mocking her stuttering.

"Oh, I," She wrapped a blanket around herself. "I am going to go change."

"Okay," Draco replied, wondering where she thought she would change. "Be my guest." Hermione walked quickly by him, holding as much dignity as she could.

"See you Granger."

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Draco headed to breakfast in the Great Hall. There was Hermione, now dressed. He did not look at her; he only walked casually over to the Slytherin table.

Draco looked up at her when he sat down. She was staring hard at her plate. Potter, her boyfriend, was talking to her. Draco felt a surge of jealousy.

He shook it off, and told himself.

YOU ARE NOT JEALOUS OF POTTER!

And he kept telling himself that throughout breakfast. He had told himself about fifty times, and breakfast wasn't even half over.

Maybe five minutes later, Draco stood up and left his table, not being able to stand it anymore.

He marched over to Hermione, who just stared at him with a shocked expression.

"I need to talk to you outside," Draco said, ignoring Harry's protesting.

"She is not going anywhere with you Ma-" Hermione pushed Harry back down into his seat, spilling his breakfast on him.

"Sure. Harry just eat your breakfast."

"Well I can't now!" Hermione ignored him, and walked past Draco and out of the Great Hall.

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"What do you want Malfoy?" Hermione hissed, once the two were outside the Great Hall.

"I need to know about last night," Draco said. Hermione glared at him. "I need to know if last night meant something to you."

"No," Hermione whispered. "No, no, no." Draco could not tell if she meant that last night meant something to her, or something else.

"Hermione?" Draco asked. Hermione looked up. Silence. They both stood there. Draco awkwardly brushed her hair out her face. He went to remove his hand, but Hermione stopped him. She placed her hand on top of his gently. Draco stared at her.

She kissed him.