My head was pounding. All I could remember was the smell of her riotous chocolate curls. If I concentrated I could feel her weight as if had been; placed on my abdomen, her hands on my chest, her lips working against my neck. My hand shot to my neck, despite the popping of my joints. There was no blood, no puncture wounds...It seemed to have all been a dream. Something within my lower regions stirred at the memory, but I forced the image away.
Hermione Granger had never been considered beautiful. Her eyes were too big and her features were too small. It always seemed like her hair was taking over her head, but this new Hermione. This beautiful Hermione had stunned me. She came strolling into my room, just as I'd gotten into bed, big brown eyes half lidded, plump bottom lip caught between a set of pearly, even teeth. Oh and her voice...her voice had gone so smooth, it was nothing like the shrill soprano she sported while we were in school. No, her voice was husky and seemed to be carried on a breath. I'd been enchanted by her beauty, captured within a web of a black widow.
I was reliving the dream, trying to grasp every detail as I remembered her feather light touches. Her hands had propelled her forward until she sat upon my abdomen, leaning so that her breasts squashed against my chest. Her hair spilled off to the side when he pulled the ends of a starred hair ribbon. That action stirred the air around us and I found that she smelt of the earth.
That was when I realized that Hermione Granger had been dead for two weeks, but it was too late. She'd grinned fiendishly to show off her sharpened incisors before plunging them into my neck. I remember shoving against her, twisting, and bucking like a gazelle, but in the end. I was unsuccessful. Her grip on my neck was too much to break free from.
I climbed out of bed, deciding I needed a cool drink to keep the nightmares at bay. My muscles protested, as if they hadn't seen use in days, but I stretched it out. The sooner I got my drink the better. Only once I cleared my mind did I noticed the little trembling figure in the corner of my room. I patted my figure, searching for my wand.
"Looking for this?" The sultry voice from my dreams seemed to consume the silence of the room in one fell swoop, "it's funny how you repay your mistress for bringing you to life." Her comment should have roused the flame within me, but instead I stood before her, quaking in fear.
"You're dead." I stammered. I blinked and she was standing before me.
"I know." She took my hand within hers, she was warm to be dead, and placed it over my chest, "so are you."
*****review! I rather like this idea so I hope you all do as well. I decided to leave it as a one shot.****