This isn't a whole new story, butthe first Only In Your Dreamsgot deleted, so I am reposting it with many corrections. I hope you like the new version, and there will be more info in the Authors Note.
And to everyone who never read my other story, this will start off being quite predictable, I know. But expect twists coming up in a few chapters. Besides, every story has to start off basic, right?
Enjoy!
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Only In Your Dreams
The kitchen was far larger than anything she had seen in her life. There was a large black marble counter that curved around two of the walls, an enormous silver refrigerator stood at one end, and there was a large assortment of gleaming kitchen appliancessitting neatly onthe counter.
Hermione Granger stood over the stove, flipping pancakes. She felt two strong arms wrap around her waist.
"You know, we do have a cook to do all that," her husband, a rather attractive blonde haired man, said into her ear.
"I know darling," Hermione replied, turning to give the man a kiss. "But I want the kids to have a good breakfast on their first day."
"Speaking of the kids, where are they?" he asked. "Hailey, Adrian!" he called.
"Right here dad," a young girl said, as she bounced down the stairs. Her long blonde hair was swept up into a large messy bun, while other pieces hung down in front of her face. Her brilliant, chocolate brown eyes shone as she took a seat at the table. "I don't know where Adrian is though," she said, taking a bite of her pancakes.
"Adrian! Your breakfast is getting cold!" Hermione shouted up the stairwell.
"Calm down, I'm here," a boy of about fourteen said, as he walked down the stairs yawning. He wore a pair of black jeans and a t-shirt, and his silver eyes were just visible through his long, messy brown hair. "Gods Mum, you don't have to shout."
"Sit down," his father cut in. "And apologize to your mother."
-The scene changed-
They were standing together at Platform Nine and Three Quarters.
"Goodbye," Hermione called to her son and daughter as they boarded the train. "Don't forget to write to us."
They waved until the train whistled and slowly started to pull away, then Hermione stepped close to her husband. As they embraced, she said into his ear, "I'll really miss them."
"As will I," he said. "I love you."
"I love you too, Draco."
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Hermione's eyes fluttered open. "That was odd," she uttered under her breath. "Very, very odd." She blinked several times and then sat up to look around. She was in the Heads Compartment aboard the Hogwarts Express. She was alone, seeing as the head boy had not yet arrived.
"I wonder who Head boy is, anyway," she said aloud. She was hoping that one of her two best friends, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, would have made Head, and she was rather disappointed when neither of them had received the letter. She hadasked both Ernie Macmillan and Justin Flinch-Fletchley when they were boarding, but neither of the had made it either.
"Maybe it's a Ravenclaw." She almost shuddered at the thought of having to share a dorm with a Slytherin. "It had better not be Malfoy, or Zabini, that's near as bad."
"Too bad, Mudblood," a voice spoke from the doorway. Draco Malfoy leaned against one side of the doorframe, his messy blonde hair not yet slicked back, casually hanging about his forehead.
Is that Malfoy?" Hermione wondered. He looks almost… good. Her eyes lingered on his well built arms, visible beneath his Dark green shirt. It took her a second to realize she was staring.
"So you're Head Boy, are you?" she asked, giving him a glare to match his own.
"Of course I am. You have a problem with it, Granger?"
"Not particualarly. Just wondering how a git like yourself would make Head Boy."
"Isn'tmy talentobvious?" Draco asked cockily, coming to sit down on the bench across Hermione. He stretched out his legs and propped his feet on Hermione's bench. She reached out and pushed them off.
"Another pair of shoes I'll have to throw away. Soiled by a Mudblood bitch."
Tears gathered in the corners of Hermione eyes, but she quickly brushed them away. "What is your bloody problem!" she shouted angrily. "What have I ever done to you!"
"I believe you were born," Draco answered, a bit taken aback at her outburst. She raised her hand and smacked him, right across the cheek. "What the Hell was that for!"
"I believe you were born," she said, as she left the compartment, slamming the door shut as she went.
Draco looked at his reflection in the window. There was a red mark on his cheek where Hermione had hit him. "Stupid, ugly Mudblood."
That was a lie. Hermione Granger may have been a Mudblood, but she wasn't stupid by any means. As for her looks… let's just say she improved over the last few months. Her curves had finally taken form, shown off well by her fitting jeans and black tank top, and her bushy hair had been tamed so it hung in long ringlets down her back.
His thoughts were interrupted by his group of Slytherin friends. Pansy Parkinson led the pack. Her long, bleached blonde hair and stunning blue eyes made her quite sought after by much of the Slytherin male population. Behind her were Blaise Zabini, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle. Both Crabbe and Goyle had large, beefy bodies, small heads, and wore the same expression of confusion. Blaise, the second most attractive boy in Slytherin, was shorter, thinner, and had short, dark brown hair that was nearly always spiked.
"Hey Drake," Blaise said, coming in and taking a seat across from Draco. "Where's the Head girl?"
"Granger ran off somewhere, probably to go see if the train has a library," he said, laughing.
"Granger made Head?" Pansy asked, sounding put off. "Wait that means-"
"You get to share a Dorm with her!" Blaise interrupted excitedly. "I wouldn't mind being you right about now."
"And why is that?" Draco asked.
"Because, Granger got hot over the summer. And the two of you could screw around whenever you felt like it," Blaise said.
"I wouldn't play with that trash," Draco said.
"Say what you want Draco, but I know what you're thinking."
Yea, I'll bet you do, Draco thought. She seemed really upset when she took off.
"Ha, you don't deny it," Blaise said triumphantly.
"Shut up," Draco said.
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Okay, as I mentioned above, my story Only In Your Dreams was deleted, without warning I might add, but luckily I have all of the chapters saved on my computer. I did change around a few things, and add to the chapters, as you can see from this one.
Now, I should be updating fairly fast, I only need to upload and edit the new chapters instead of writing the whole thing.
To all my new readers, I hope you will enjoy my story. To my old readers, well, I'm back!
Review and make Emma verrry happy!
Hugs,
Emma.