Hello Hello!
So here is my newest brainstorm OS (which might become a three-shot maybe). It's nothing serious. Just a little twist i came up with while laying on the roof *No i'm not crazy i just do things like that for fun!* So yea... It might suck for all i know but without you guys' opinion I won't know so here, Read it and let me know if it is worth continuing! It will be probably three chapters long max (the next ones will be longer I promise i started on the second part already!)
So i hope you enjoy it and if you don't well it's no problem i wrote it just for fun so...
Oh and please note : I live in the US and i've never been to London so i have absolutely no idea how things work there so don't judge me too hard on the description of the place. It is mostly that of New York City but that's how i wanted things to take place so...
I hope you somewhat like it!
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I had a dream about you...
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It is 7:16.
The muggle crowd inhabiting London is awake, every single person out in the streets on their way to work.
There is no time to say hello to the neighbor. There is no time to breathe in the cold air and appreciate it. There is no time to notice the color of the snow on the ground; it could be yellow for all they cared. The main priority on all of their minds is getting to work on time after dropping their children in school if they have any.
So in multiple lines leading to a million different directions, they all go their way, their nose either stuffed into the newspaper, a croissant or a cup of coffee. That is all their breakfast consists of.
The streets are bad enough but the undergrounds of the city are worst. People walk over others like in an anthill, constantly looking at their watches to then peek at the dark tunnel in the hope their train will soon be arriving.
Shoving the person in front of them into the TGV, they all fill the compartments to the point that a rat couldn't fit anywhere on the floor. In one compartment, a man is yelling at another who stepped on his toes. In another, a woman is glaring at the old man who spilled his drink on her brand new jacket. In another one yet, a man is trying to place a few words with a young woman visibly busy going over her reports.
"Excuse me miss…"
With a quick smile at the blond man sitting next to her, she returns her attention to the large folder in between her fingers.
"I had a dream about you…"
"That's very nice…"
"Don't you want to hear it?"
"Not really I'm busy as you can see…" she responds in that incredibly nice voice.
"It'll only take a couple of seconds I promise"
"I don't have a couple of seconds I'm sorry…"
With a stiff smile, he looks at her, desiring more than anything to caress her soft brown hair.
"Of course you don't…" He finally answers slowly, the obvious meaning of the words poking a knife into his heart. He hadn't seen her in so long…
With a resigned sigh, she closed her folder, lifting her head to finally meet the grey eyes of the man who had interrupted her.
"How can you have a dream about me… You don't even know me…"
"Well perhaps you can tell me your name…" He smiles.
"I don't know you why would I do that. My first impression of you is that you're creepy… I don't give my name out to creepy people …"
"I'm Draco… Draco Malfoy" He laughs. "And I'm not creepy! Now that you know me may I know something about you?"
"Hum… let's see… I have brown hair!"
"Oh really! I didn't notice!" he said, staring at her goldy brown curls encircling her face. "Common… tell me something I don't know… Like your name…"
"Fine… I'm Jane…"
"Do you have a last name Jane?"
"Yes of course where are my manners. I'm Jane… Jane Doe."
Bursting out in a laugh winning morbid glares from pretty much every other person in the compartment, Draco shook his head.
"Very well Miss Doe, since you don't want to tell me your name, and by that I mean your real name, maybe you should tell me something else about you which isn't a lie this time…"
"Haven't your parents told you to not talk to strangers Mr. Malfoy? For all you know I could be a killer!" she smiles.
"Well I've dealt with my share of killers I'm pretty sure I could take you down in the blink of an eye…"
"Oh really! Don't be so sure of that! I can defend myself pretty well…"
"I'll try to remember that in case you break out a kung fu move on me…"
Rolling her eyes, "Jane Doe" crooked her head, raising an eyebrow as she smiled:
"Didn't you have something to tell me Draco Malfoy?"
"Ah yes my dream! Well as crazy as it sounds, I had a dream about you just yesterday night…"
"If I let you share this 'dream' with me will you leave me alone then?"
"Well… I can't guarantee that but you should still let me tell you my dream…"
"Do go on then… I have to finish reviewing my reports"
"I'm sure your reports are fine…"
"And how would you know that if I may ask?"
"I don't know" he shrugged "You look like the kind of women who goes over her work 51 times even though it was all perfect to begin with…"
"I'm not sure if this is a compliment or an insult…"
"It's a compliment… as long as you don't check a 52nd time because that is a crime punishable by death…"
"Hum… well then maybe I deserve to be beheaded because this is my 53rd time reading my work over…"
"Oh I need to alert the aur… hum the police I mean"
"Well then go ahead. But first tell me your dream at least!"
"You're ruining the fun Miss Doe, I'd much rather talk about you…"
"Are you a stalker?" She asks, raising an eyebrow even though her lips are harboring a hidden smile.
"Oh no not at all! I already know where you live! What I don't know is where you work…"
"You know where I live? Should I be concerned?"
"No. I know because of my dream…"
"Ah yes this infamous dream… Will I hear about it before my stop?"
"Only if you tell me your name… Your real one..."
"Well then… In that case I think I'll go back to my reports now because if I wrote something wrong in there that'll cost me about a million pounds"
"I'll give you two million if you keep talking to me…"
"Your suit does tell me you're a very important man but I doubt you have two million pounds in your pocket…"
"Trust me I have more than that… So… Where do you work?"
"Why do you want to know?"
"I want to know you better I suppose…"
"And why is that?"
'You have pretty eyes…"
Rolling her eyes indeed, 'Jane' got up.
"It was very painful chatting with you Mr. Malfoy. If I mess up my presentation today I'll be sure to send you a check requiring my two million pounds." She smiled.
"We had agreed on a million…"
"Well I'm asking for two now"
And with those words, she followed the hurried group of people leaving the compartment. Quickly climbing the stairs to the outside world, she stopped upon hearing the very voice of the man who had perturbed her just a couple minutes ago.
"You're going to die…"
"I beg your pardon…"
She turned, a confused look accompanying her taut smile.
"My dream… That's what it was about."
"That's absurd. And must I remind you it was only a dream?"
She began climbing the stairs again, hearing his footsteps right behind her.
"Please Miss Granger you have to listen to me…"
"How… How do you know my name?"
"I just know things…"
"Well then forgive me if I don't believe you. Now please leave me alone and don't ever approach me again."
"Hermione… My dreams are never wrong. I know you think you don't know me but I know you and you're going to die unless you let me help you…"
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So yeah...
There it was. Pretty short I know but I wasn't sure if you guys would be interested so this is just a little teaser. If you liked it please let me know even just by putting it in your alerts (_Of course reviews would be much much much much much*am I saying much too much? lol* much appreciated!_)
If it happens to be a hit _which i doubt for some reason_ then you'll most likely have the second part by tomorrow night or in two days the latest! Also as always, if there are any mistakes (grammar, orthography etc...) don't hesitate to point them out! I hate reading stories where you can barely understand the content an I would hate to post any such things so thanks in advance!
Have a nice day! *It's raining over here -_-*
Hugs for everyone!,
Mrs Malfoy
*The one & only xD*