Author's Note:
I'm sorry for not publishing for awhile! I've got lots of new stories, but no time to type! Also, readers of On How to Propose to a Nerd and Desperate times call for desperate measures: The new chapters will arrive, eventually! Anyway, hope you like this one!
Dreams
by AddictedtoReadingJC
If the only way I can be with you is in my dreams, then I want to sleep forever.
Every night, it's the same dream.
She cannot sleep now. Until at the third strike, when lean arms wrap around her torso and a woody smell fills her senses, she finally succumbs to slumber.
She can pinpoint the exact day when the dreams started. Fourth-year. Yule Ball. Ron being angry at her. Viktor stepping on her.
And Malfoy. He said she was pretty. Pretty! Not a filthy Mudblood! No, he said she was pretty!
~Reality is wrong. Dreams are for real. ~ Tupac Shakur
Sometimes, she can make out the pointy features of an angel and wicked mercury orbs. Sometimes not.
"Watch out, Mudblood, I don't need your muddy germs."
"Piss off, Malfoy."
"Sorry, Granger, I don't think I will. You don't own this library, see. Maybe you will, someday, seeing as you'll probably die alone with an armful of books. But not today."
"I am perfectly-"
"-Death by suffocation-"
"Honestly, must you-"
"-trachea clogged up by hair."
"-immature!"
"Admit it, Granger. That could really happen."
"Fuck you, Malfoy."
"You wish."
"If I am really a part of your dream, you'll come back one day." ~Paulo Coelho
In the morning, she thinks she ought to remember something. There's a woody scent –Sandalwood?- on her pillow. But every night is fuzzy. Blurry. A distant memory. A dream.
"Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams?"
~Alfred Lord Tennyson
He breezes past her, the infamous sneer fixated on his face.
"What are you looking at, Mudblood?"
"I'm not looking at-" But he's already behind the bookshelf. She sniffs, her eyes already drifting back to her book. She freezes immediately- sandalwood?
"You know that place between sleeping and awake, that place where you can still remember dreaming? That's where I'll always think of you." ~J.M. Barrie
Draco slips out of the covers, pressing a kiss to her forehead.
She's awake in an instant.
"Don't go," she implores, her brown eyes pleading.
"Tomorrow," he promises. "Now, sleep."
She complies, her eyes fluttering close.
He raises his wand then and softly, "Obliviate."
He will return tomorrow. And every day until she tells him to stop.
"In dreams, we enter a world that's entirely our own." ~J.K. Rowling