Author's Note: Hello. Once again it is I! The great StripTeaseDraco. D The original and founder of StripTease Hogwarts group. My 'twin' is StripTeaseOliver at the moment xD Anyway.. I wrote this story after reading a few..well.. hehe fanfictions.. about a certain character in the books. It is not who you expect..[maybe it is..] You will not find out to the last chapter.. Tata for now. Hope you enjoy.
Amongst One's Dreams
The Common Room is empty... Not many care to stay in such rooms this close to the
holidays. Why would any of them? They all have their families to go home to. Me? What do I have?
Nothing. A family who would rather have me dead, then spend time with me. My family? I spit at
in disgust. We may share blood, but that is where our bond ends. I grew up in fear of the next
day, wondering what torture they may inflict apon me.
Torture.. When I say that, I suppose most would think of me being chained to a wall,
beaten with a stick, or worse, til I was near death.. No. No. The people I call my family would
never want to tarnish their 'perfect' record. Especially with what they have to keep secret every
day.. That is until it is to their beniefet. I pray the day will never come.
The night surronding me is cold, but I dare not turn to the comfort of my bed. With my
bed, and the warmth of the sheets, will come dreams. Dreams. The thing I fear more then the
emotional beatings I would recieve. Dreams. My dreams are far worse then my reality.. How so you may
ask? It is simple. She is the reason. She plagues my dreams. She ruins the only safety I hold
in this school.
Yes. She. The one who for the past two years have plagued my dreams. Even before the
Yule Ball when so many finally saw her for what she was, beautiful, I would dream of her. Only
in my dreams would she come to be like she does. Seducitvely, passionately..Everything that would
drive a man mad.
I cannot return to sleep, never after a dream of her. What she does to me, what she says
to me... It is too much. Days after the dream the soft breath on my ear still tickles my ear.
Yet, the breath was never there, the words never spoken, the actions never done.
Only in my dreams she does such things. Only in my dreams will she ever do such things.
People think they know her, know all about her. Only I really do. I have watched her over the
years, since we first began our climb up the wizarding ladder. Always two steps ahead of me she
was, a first in my lifetime. Better then everyone else, she always was, and always will be. That
was life's cruel joke.
She was gifted with the brained of Athena, the grace of Aphroditie and the beauty to
match. Oh yes, Hermione had grown beautiful in her years, alluring, seductive even. Sadly, the
young girl knew nothing of that sort, resorting to hiding behind her beloved books. HIdden away
in the library, like a princess in a hidden tower she stayed, awaiting the arrival of her prince.
My ambition, my goal, my entire life's focus has turned to being that prince.
How foolish I am. Princes and princesses are for fairy tales, little girls and their
hopes and dreams. They are most certainly not for me, a boy in my sixth year, strong, brave,
dedicated and famous throughout the walls. No, such dreams are for the weak, for the ones who
believe things will work out.
I for one know that is not true. Since my first year I have been battling my enemy,
though not always directly. Every year a new challenged I must face, always trying to boost
'my' side to the ruling rank. Things.. Things were going fine. Of course until she had to come
along. She had to become the shy beauty she was. Damn her. If she was here right now I would
damn her. Straight to hell where minions like her belong. Yet... I can't...One look into her
amber hues and I would fall.. Curse my weakness.
If my father knew, he would be ashamed. Falling so hard for a woman, letting it get in
the way of a mission. However, he is not here, gone from this world... I thank someone for this.
God, maybe? No.. I believe in no such thing. Why believe in such divine powers, such goodness,
when my life is filled with such evil? With magick anyway, anyone could be God. No need for faith,
no need for good, no need for love.
Love. Another subject I hate to work apon. Love. Something I am not to feel. Love gets
in the way of things. My mother tried love, it only ended her. I refuse to be that way. Love is
a weakness, love left me long ago.
Yet, every night she comes. For three years she has come to be in my dreams. Her soft lips
apon mine, her hand leaving steaming traces down my skin. I hate it, yet enjoy it so much at the
same time. This-This girl makes me wake up, covered in myself whenever she comes. Whenever the
dreams come she stays in my head for ages apon ages.
It is late. My eyes are heavy. Conciousness will slip from me soon enough. I am smart
enough to know such a thing. Many-a-nights have been wasted trying to keep her from my mind,
attempting to pry her image from my eyes. Alas.. It never works, it is not meant to work. Twisted
Destiny. Twisted world.
My eyes slip, batting softly against the porcelin skin of mine. If she comes again, I
might as well be up in my dorm. Better to pull myself from public view, especially with the certa
in *affect* she holds over me. Much better to be alone with my troubles, then to be humilated and
still be burdened. My little spotlight, my constant 15 minutes in fame has taught me that.
Gathering the only thing with me, my wand, I sluggishly move from the cold spot infront of
the fire. It was not lit tonight...the House Elves rarely came to the Common Rooms any more. This, of
course, was because of her. Her and her S.P.E.W. IN the end she had really won out, though
against the House Elves wishes, the teachers or students were left to light the fires..
I am getting side tracked. This is good. When other things run through my mind, she is even
less likely to do so....
Damn. Once again I have tricked myself into thinking about her. If it had been the day, I
would have rode my broomstick til she was far from my mind. Sadly, it was the night time,
during the holidays, and my refuge would not be an option til morning.
The Dorm is empty. It always is around this time of year. Every year no more then 12 of
my house stay behind. Why stay in a dusty old castle, when a warm heart and home awaits you
elsewhere?
Even with her warm muggle home and an adoring family, Hermione stays here every year.
I assume it is either to keep herself ahead of the group, or to keep her friends company, perhaps
to keep me company? The idea in itself is obsurd.
I pull back the covers on the bed. The night has consumed the room that even by the light
of my wand and that of the lanterns, the colours of my house cannot be seen. 'Tis a pitty, I
always did find the colours a tad comforting. I draw the curtains on my bed and lay waiting.
Minutes tick past and no sleep comes. How could it be? My eyes will not open, yet
sleep still won't come. I lay silent, unmoving in my bed. Yet, still it does not come. I slow my
breathing, and I try to clear my mind. Yet, still it does not come.
It figures I suppose. When sleep is something I fear it comes which such ease. However,
the one time I wish to embrace it, it hides its whispy face. I am only human, dreams or not, sleep
is still a necessity. I have wasted to many nights trying to avoid her. I refuse to waste another.
My brain is tired of thinking of ways to make her stop. Nothing will work. Potions,
Charms, Spells, nothing.. All of it is useless, in this case. I even once tried my luck at
a books of dream decoding. It read:
Dreaming of Certain People
When people dream about others it could be for many reasons. Each situation is unique,
however their are 3 main groupings of such dreams. Such dreams can either mean, you are in fear of
this person, you greatly admire them, or somehow they hold traits in which you seek for a spouse.
I neither fear Hermione nor care for her.. Do I? Fear, yes she may be my superior when
it comes to spell work, but it is impossible to be afraid of her. Care though, do I actually care
for such a girl? The thought is unlikely.. I am not supposed to care, I lost love long ago....
Traits I desire in a future spouse? Once again that would require love. Love is a pathetic
thing, not worth my time. Yes, she has her good points, alright she has many good points. Still
all the chances cannot be possible. I refuse to let them be possible.
I never did realize when I finally fell under sleep's spell. All I remember is the warmth
of my bed, the familiar swirl of colours. The swirl that signified my dreams had come. She was
there, and there was nothing I could do about it. But the real question was, did I want to?
~~~~~
Amongst One's Dreams
The Common Room is empty... Not many care to stay in such rooms this close to the
holidays. Why would any of them? They all have their families to go home to. Me? What do I have?
Nothing. A family who would rather have me dead, then spend time with me. My family? I spit at
in disgust. We may share blood, but that is where our bond ends. I grew up in fear of the next
day, wondering what torture they may inflict apon me.
Torture.. When I say that, I suppose most would think of me being chained to a wall,
beaten with a stick, or worse, til I was near death.. No. No. The people I call my family would
never want to tarnish their 'perfect' record. Especially with what they have to keep secret every
day.. That is until it is to their beniefet. I pray the day will never come.
The night surronding me is cold, but I dare not turn to the comfort of my bed. With my
bed, and the warmth of the sheets, will come dreams. Dreams. The thing I fear more then the
emotional beatings I would recieve. Dreams. My dreams are far worse then my reality.. How so you may
ask? It is simple. She is the reason. She plagues my dreams. She ruins the only safety I hold
in this school.
Yes. She. The one who for the past two years have plagued my dreams. Even before the
Yule Ball when so many finally saw her for what she was, beautiful, I would dream of her. Only
in my dreams would she come to be like she does. Seducitvely, passionately..Everything that would
drive a man mad.
I cannot return to sleep, never after a dream of her. What she does to me, what she says
to me... It is too much. Days after the dream the soft breath on my ear still tickles my ear.
Yet, the breath was never there, the words never spoken, the actions never done.
Only in my dreams she does such things. Only in my dreams will she ever do such things.
People think they know her, know all about her. Only I really do. I have watched her over the
years, since we first began our climb up the wizarding ladder. Always two steps ahead of me she
was, a first in my lifetime. Better then everyone else, she always was, and always will be. That
was life's cruel joke.
She was gifted with the brained of Athena, the grace of Aphroditie and the beauty to
match. Oh yes, Hermione had grown beautiful in her years, alluring, seductive even. Sadly, the
young girl knew nothing of that sort, resorting to hiding behind her beloved books. HIdden away
in the library, like a princess in a hidden tower she stayed, awaiting the arrival of her prince.
My ambition, my goal, my entire life's focus has turned to being that prince.
How foolish I am. Princes and princesses are for fairy tales, little girls and their
hopes and dreams. They are most certainly not for me, a boy in my sixth year, strong, brave,
dedicated and famous throughout the walls. No, such dreams are for the weak, for the ones who
believe things will work out.
I for one know that is not true. Since my first year I have been battling my enemy,
though not always directly. Every year a new challenged I must face, always trying to boost
'my' side to the ruling rank. Things.. Things were going fine. Of course until she had to come
along. She had to become the shy beauty she was. Damn her. If she was here right now I would
damn her. Straight to hell where minions like her belong. Yet... I can't...One look into her
amber hues and I would fall.. Curse my weakness.
If my father knew, he would be ashamed. Falling so hard for a woman, letting it get in
the way of a mission. However, he is not here, gone from this world... I thank someone for this.
God, maybe? No.. I believe in no such thing. Why believe in such divine powers, such goodness,
when my life is filled with such evil? With magick anyway, anyone could be God. No need for faith,
no need for good, no need for love.
Love. Another subject I hate to work apon. Love. Something I am not to feel. Love gets
in the way of things. My mother tried love, it only ended her. I refuse to be that way. Love is
a weakness, love left me long ago.
Yet, every night she comes. For three years she has come to be in my dreams. Her soft lips
apon mine, her hand leaving steaming traces down my skin. I hate it, yet enjoy it so much at the
same time. This-This girl makes me wake up, covered in myself whenever she comes. Whenever the
dreams come she stays in my head for ages apon ages.
It is late. My eyes are heavy. Conciousness will slip from me soon enough. I am smart
enough to know such a thing. Many-a-nights have been wasted trying to keep her from my mind,
attempting to pry her image from my eyes. Alas.. It never works, it is not meant to work. Twisted
Destiny. Twisted world.
My eyes slip, batting softly against the porcelin skin of mine. If she comes again, I
might as well be up in my dorm. Better to pull myself from public view, especially with the certa
in *affect* she holds over me. Much better to be alone with my troubles, then to be humilated and
still be burdened. My little spotlight, my constant 15 minutes in fame has taught me that.
Gathering the only thing with me, my wand, I sluggishly move from the cold spot infront of
the fire. It was not lit tonight...the House Elves rarely came to the Common Rooms any more. This, of
course, was because of her. Her and her S.P.E.W. IN the end she had really won out, though
against the House Elves wishes, the teachers or students were left to light the fires..
I am getting side tracked. This is good. When other things run through my mind, she is even
less likely to do so....
Damn. Once again I have tricked myself into thinking about her. If it had been the day, I
would have rode my broomstick til she was far from my mind. Sadly, it was the night time,
during the holidays, and my refuge would not be an option til morning.
The Dorm is empty. It always is around this time of year. Every year no more then 12 of
my house stay behind. Why stay in a dusty old castle, when a warm heart and home awaits you
elsewhere?
Even with her warm muggle home and an adoring family, Hermione stays here every year.
I assume it is either to keep herself ahead of the group, or to keep her friends company, perhaps
to keep me company? The idea in itself is obsurd.
I pull back the covers on the bed. The night has consumed the room that even by the light
of my wand and that of the lanterns, the colours of my house cannot be seen. 'Tis a pitty, I
always did find the colours a tad comforting. I draw the curtains on my bed and lay waiting.
Minutes tick past and no sleep comes. How could it be? My eyes will not open, yet
sleep still won't come. I lay silent, unmoving in my bed. Yet, still it does not come. I slow my
breathing, and I try to clear my mind. Yet, still it does not come.
It figures I suppose. When sleep is something I fear it comes which such ease. However,
the one time I wish to embrace it, it hides its whispy face. I am only human, dreams or not, sleep
is still a necessity. I have wasted to many nights trying to avoid her. I refuse to waste another.
My brain is tired of thinking of ways to make her stop. Nothing will work. Potions,
Charms, Spells, nothing.. All of it is useless, in this case. I even once tried my luck at
a books of dream decoding. It read:
Dreaming of Certain People
When people dream about others it could be for many reasons. Each situation is unique,
however their are 3 main groupings of such dreams. Such dreams can either mean, you are in fear of
this person, you greatly admire them, or somehow they hold traits in which you seek for a spouse.
I neither fear Hermione nor care for her.. Do I? Fear, yes she may be my superior when
it comes to spell work, but it is impossible to be afraid of her. Care though, do I actually care
for such a girl? The thought is unlikely.. I am not supposed to care, I lost love long ago....
Traits I desire in a future spouse? Once again that would require love. Love is a pathetic
thing, not worth my time. Yes, she has her good points, alright she has many good points. Still
all the chances cannot be possible. I refuse to let them be possible.
I never did realize when I finally fell under sleep's spell. All I remember is the warmth
of my bed, the familiar swirl of colours. The swirl that signified my dreams had come. She was
there, and there was nothing I could do about it. But the real question was, did I want to?
~~~~~