Hello, thank you all for reading. Yes, this is another one of those Dramione Veela fics, but I'm quite fond of them and wanted to give a go at my own, so please let me know what you think and if I should continue or not. This story starts during the summer before their sixth year.
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I awoke with a gasp, jumping upright in my bed. Looking around the room with wide, frantic eyes, I searched for what disturbed my rather interesting dream. A brown, Hogwarts owl was pecking at my window. I sighed before allowing the bird in and quickly walked over to my bag to get the owl a treat. I paused in front of the mirror; My cheeks were flushed and my eyes seemed to be dilated. The curls that once resembled a bush now fell in waves down my back, however today it seemed particularly mussed up from sleep.
I quickly handed over the treat and watched as the owl soared into the sky. Making my way back over to my bed, I flopped down and pulled an arm over my eyes, groaning. For the past three months I had been having the most sensual dreams; kissing, touching, clawing, biting. Only to be awoken in a sexually frustrated state. It was enough to leave any girl mad.
Ginny told me that it was perfectly normal to have these kinds of dreams and that she has them herself sometimes, but I think something is different. My dreams feel so real and when I awake I can hear his voice in my ears and feel his touch on my skin. Not to mention they have been happening every single night. Of course, I took it upon myself to research the topic and so far I have come up short. It wasn't just what I was dreaming of that bothered me, but who.
The dream boy was none other than Draco Malfoy, the boy I have despised since I was eleven years old. When the dreams first started occurring, I was outraged and disgusted that the slimy, pure blood enthusiast was the boy invading my dreams, but after months of dreamsex with the blonde, it was getting harder to differentiate what was real and what was my mind. The truth was, the blonde had grown quite attractive over the years, it was a shame his personality did not match it. Obviously, I wasn't planning on mentioning who exactly was getting me off in my dreams to Ginny.
I finally remembered the letter in my hands and opened it, pleased to see that my results and book list for the next year were enclosed. I had received O's in all of my classes. My face instantly grew pale as I read and re-read the words and I couldn't stop a thought from entering my head:
Why is it we can never have a simple year?
Alright, I know that was super short, but that's why it's called a prologue. Let me know what you all think and if I should continue this. :)