Filling Up My Dreams

Author – darkprincessmalfoy
Summary – Everybody's dreaming about everybody else, will they ever come clean? What exactly /are/ those dreams? Let's find out…
Rating – T, for swearing and references to sex. Subject to change.
Disclaimer – Yes, I own Harry Potter. And Draco Malfoy, in fact, he's typing this up for me right now. How many of you believe me, didn't think so…
A/N – Each chapter will be a different persons dreams, recorded in their journals, in their POV. It will state it. Don't freak out because it changes POV each chapter. I think it'll be about…6 chapters long. (Unless I put my other plan into action…) xD

Chapter 1 – Hermione's Dreams of a Certain Ferret.

HERMIONE'S POV.

Dear Diary / Dream Journal, 5:54 AM, October the 10th

I love to sleep. No, you perverted bastard, I mean sleep like 'snore snore' sleep (even though I so don't snore). I got this book to right them down, I can't take it anymore. Write them down, and I can come back to them when I need them. Why do I love dreams so much, you may ask me. It's because /he's/ always there waiting for me. Him, my dream guy (ha ha), I didn't even know if it were a real person…maybe based on one but…not anyone that I knew personally. Okay, I'm lying. He looked like someone, but didn't act like them at all. He couldn't, the one he looked like would never be the amazing guy in my dreams…ah, to hell with it all. I was dreaming of the one, the only, the Slytherin Prince, Draco Malfoy. You know what, even I knew it. Luckily for me, he didn't. It would be so humiliating…anyways, my dream last night was a little…well, I'll write it down, and you can decide.

Hermione's Dream.

I couldn't see a thing. Nothing at all, and I had a feeling that I was outside. I was walking, I knew that, I could feel my legs moving. This wasn't my typical dream, usually I was in a well lit room, but then again… Suddenly, but slowly at the same time, it began to grow lighter. It was like a sunrise, bathing my little dream world in a glowing array of soft, morning colours. Where was he? I couldn't see anyone, and in the other dreams, Draco had shown up by now. Just as I was about to panic, I heard a soft sound, music on a guitar, through the bushes. Of course I followed it, and there he was. My fair-haired angel, sitting in front of the lake on a stone bench, playing his guitar (even though I'm sure that /Draco Malfoy/ doesn't play acoustic guitar, at sunrise, in front of the lake, too bad really.) His voice, angelic, perfect, beautiful, drifted over to me, and even though I did not recognize the song (I never did), I loved it. Making my way over to him on the bench, I sat down next to him, waiting for him to notice me as he always did.

Draco's gentle singing slowly faded into nothing, and the guitar was placed on the ground next to him. He turned to me, happiness in this eyes, radiating from the smile on his face. Draco never smiled in real life, but I'm sure if he did it would be just as amazing. "Mya…" He whispered softly, a hand running through my hair softly, as his lips met mine in a warm embrace. I kissed back, I always did, and his hands ran down my back slowly.

Suddenly, our beautiful kiss was interrupted, by none other then Ronald Weasly. What the hell was he doing in my perfect world? I wanted to scream at him to get out, but he beat me to it. Not Draco, no, Draco never talked in my dreams, other then his singing. Maybe it was because I didn't know what his soft, sweet voice sounded like. (A/N, it's true. If you don't know something about a person, and their in your dreams, then that element is usually missing.)

It was Ron shouting. But not really shouting. His voice was coming out in high-pitched beeps, and at first I thought my dream was beeping him out for swearing. But that wasn't right, much worse (MA rated) things had happened in my dreams, so why would it be beeping Ronald out? Then I realized that it was my alarm clock, trying to wake my up for another day of school. It was pulling me from my sanctuary, the only place where I was loved.

End of dream

So as you can see, journal this is what I hate about my dreams. No matter how amazing they feel, how /real/ and perfect, how the kisses feel, how we always go so far (even though I'm a virgin in real life, ha, bet you saw that coming), their just dreams. Draco would never sing to me, I would never be 'raunchy' as I am in some of them, no one is there when I wake up to be real, dream Draco can't even talk to me. But he helps me when I'm down none the less. The sad part of it all is, that there's no one to love me when I wake up, nothing to look forwards to except my dreams, and that's what's slowly killing me.

I need my dreams. I need to retreat to the safe haven of my imagination, my wonderful sanctuary that doesn't even exist. Without these dreams, I would have gone insane ages ago. It's only the second month into seventh year, and I don't know how I'll survive the remaining eight. I just have to try…

The up side is I can daydream. Now I dream whenever I can. Sitting in History of Magic, occasionally glancing at Draco. Harry and Ron have been mad at me for spacing out and ignoring them. If only they knew…no, they could never know. I could never tell them. I can't tell anyone, because then I would be shoved even farther out of society, made more of an outcast then I already am. And I couldn't have that.

A/N – So…whad-da-ya think? I personally love it so far, mainly because it's going to be more then oneshots. I have decided to turn this into a real fic, a story. I even have a plot line grins Okay, so I don't. But I need one, and I need a beta. So, if you have any ideas for a plot line, or would like to be/know someone who would like to be my beta, please please please contact me, Thanks! I love you guys, and PLEASE review!

Final Word Count: 1,128 words! (WH00T! LONG CHAPPIE!)

- 3 DPM, Meggie.