Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, but I would like to 'own' Draco Malfoy if you know what I mean ;)

Set in Hermione and Draco's sixth year. I have a lot of editing and figuring out to do- so I don't know if it will go along with the Half Blood Prince or not. Probably not. If you have any suggestions or ideas for the story please put them into a review or message me!

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"Bloody hell" Hermione said out loud to herself, breathing heavily as she has just woken up from a terrible nightmare.

The more she thought about the dream, however; the more peculiar it seemed. It wasn't a nightmare, really, not now that she was awake and in the real world. In her dream however it seemed to be the most awful and unbearable nightmare- it felt as though the one thing she had feared the most was unfolding in front of her very eyes.

Images of her strange dream flew back into her mind- a bloodcurdling scream that sounded much like her own, a wicked cackle that chilled her bones, and the body of none other than Draco Malfoy on the floor squirming painfully like an ant under a magnifying glass, digging his nails into his own skin, writing in pain yet desperately trying to hold it in like a man- but naturally it came out in short random unwanted shrieks.

Hermione's recollection of the dream continued as she remembered throwing herself onto the floor that looked so cold and hard- leaning over Draco- feeling a searing pain in her heart and a throbbing in her chest as if he was her.. her… everything.

A confused and shocked look was plastered on her face as she sat sweating in bed, recovering from a dream so ridiculous yet so real.

Little did she know that far away in an isolated manor, Draco Malfoy had just woken up from the same exact dream- except this time Granger was the one on the floor shaking with pain. Surely, he thought- staring up at his ceiling of nothing but darkness- he wouldn't react in such a way if he saw that filthy little mudblood being tortured in the floor of his home.

He scoffed to himself, but could not help but to think now incredibly real the dream had felt- the emotions that were running through him as he watched- ugh, Granger- who he seemed to care deeply about in the dream- shake uncontrollably on the floor as she screamed for Draco over and over again pleading for help.

Suddenly, Draco had the uncontrollable urge to yell 'stop' but held himself back. Both Hermione and Draco shook it off, trying to forget all about the dream completely. The both lay in bed though with eyes wide open, and neither of them got much sleep that night.

Draco opened his eyes slowly, though he hasn't wanted to, and muttered "Brilliant". That night Draco had only gotten about an hour of sleep – although he felt as though it was barely half that.

He tried as hard as he could to force out the memories of that bloody dream he had last night. Normally Draco had forgotten most of the details of a dream by this time, but the memory of this one stayed particularly fresh, which bothered him. So he decided to keep the dream to himself and not anyone tell about it like he did with many things.

He examined his handsome but sunken face in his large bathroom mirror and winced at the ghastly bags under his eyes. He splashed some water on his face and, without bothering to change from his black silk robe into some clothes, went downstairs to see what his mother had conjured up for breakfast. Draco never understood the point of his mother making homemade breakfast for him when the elves were perfectly capable of making it.

When Narcissa heard him coming down the stairs she turned around swiftly- for he was the only son she'd have, and lately he's been forced to act as the man of the house, with his father being 'out' so often.

"Draco, sweetheart how did you sleep?"

"Fine" he lied. She eyed him suspiciously, it had been a long time since her normally very proper son had been too lazy to change into some decent clothes before coming down to breakfast- and here he was in his robe!

The brutally caring mother also thought she had noticed heavy purple bags under his already very tired pale blue eyes. She hadn't seen him this bad since…

"Draco come look at me!" she said sternly. He turned to her and she nearly gasped at the sullen look on his face. "oh my dear boy" she put a hand to his forehead "what has gotten into you?"

More like what certain mudblood had snuck her way into his dreams he thought to himself. Narcissa looked at her precious son, holding his face in her hands but still speaking firmly. "You lied to me when you said you had a good nights sleep, Draco"

"Sorry mother, I was up late reading" he lied again. She didn't believe him, for she could see right through her son like he could see through anyone else, but she didn't want to argue for he seemed a bit testy this morning due to lack of sleep. Draco figured all of this, since he knew his mother very well, and chose to join her in the silence and say nothing about it. He and his mother were very alike. She just cleared her throat and went on.

"I was worried about you, You seem... disturbed in your sleep."

Draco's stomach sank to the ground, saying funny things in his sleep? Did she hear him say Hermione's name? Would she recognize the name? Surely she would, from all those time he complained about her in his early years, actually, he still complains about her. Draco fidgeted with the tie on his robe nervously, thinking of what to say. He went back to what he knew best- covering up his fear with and attitude everyone seemed to know him for.

"So you stayed home just because I mumbled in my sleep then? I'm not a child!" he nearly yelled. His mother snapped at him sternly- but only because she was so worried about her boy.

"you weren't just mumbling Draco, you were screaming, yelling, cursing and hitting things. I ran into check on you when I heard you scream and you were flailing your arms around like a madman!" she crossed her arms "and this isn't the first time this has happened you know! It's been going on for quite some time now, don't you remember anything!" she finally finished with a snap.

Draco stood there in shock, in complete silence. He had no idea what to say, what to ask, without giving away what he dreamed about or how it made him feel- sick to his stomach.

"What- what- " he cleared his throat, coming back to his senses and feeling the confidence rise in him. "What sort of things was I saying, or… screaming"

"Not too many words necessarily, the one word I could make out that you seemed to say- or scream- the most was 'stop'." His heart raced as he remembered how the word stop was repeating in his head when he had first woken up, however; what Narcissa said next nearly made Draco faint.

"You were screaming someone's name as well, I couldn't quite put a face to it- I hardly recognized the name. You also kept yelling 'don't hurt her', which I found…"

"Stop" he ordered. "Enough with this nonsense, it was only a dream" he snapped. And with that he got up, walked up the stairs to his large room and changed into a pair of black trousers and a grey button up shirt. Draco sat down on his abnormally large bed, buried his face in his hands, and waited until the elf finished cooking his eggs and bacon.

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