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build me a bridge and get over it. Joking.
Dreamscapes
Chapter 1
Dreams Have A Mind Of Their Own
Hermione Aleene Granger sat in her nicely carved throne admiring her new ruby ring her father had bought her. She was sitting in court so there was nothing for her really to do. She looked up from her inspection of her ring for a second and studied the people around her.
They were all stuffy dignatarys that had no spice in the way they dressed or acted. She smiled as she looked at Harry, one of her best friends, he was a royal gaurd in the army and was the only one besides, Ron, that wasn't staring vacantly around.
Ron was her other best friend, and in his eyes more. She hoped she wouldn't hurt him when she anounced that she was going to marry Draco Malfoy. As much as she hated the idea of being married to that heartless lump, she couldn't do anything about it.
Her father had explained to her that their marriage would bind the two kingdoms together, creating a powerful allaince. She had screamed and thrown a fit, but her father said there was nothing she could do the contract had been drawn up since she had been born.
Supper that night had been unbearable. Her mother had simpered over how attractive Draco was and how rich he was. Hermione had just scoffed and went about her dinner quietly. All along she had been trying to think of a plan to get her out of the dreaded marriage.
The truth was she had been hoping to be married to Harry, but it seemed he didn't feel the way she did. She had heard that Ron's sister, Ginny would be marrying him in a months time. It was hard for Hermione not to be bitter. She was studying her ring again when her father anounced that court for that day was closed.
She silently cheered to herself and shakily got up from her throne. She had been sitting there for at least five hours and she felt like her legs were going to fall off. She walked off to the right into their anti-chamber and paced the room trying to get the feeling back into her legs.
She didn't understand why her father insisted on having her attend court. All she did was sit in her throne and throw bored looks at the geusts. Her mother had been abscent from court because she was pregnant, again. Her mother already had eight children, but that didn't stop her from trying for more.
Hermione was the oldest at sixteen then it went, her sister Gabreille who was fifteen, then her brother Zachraihs who was thirteen , then her brother Jonahs who was ten, then her sister Lucinda who was nine, then her brother Jacob who was seven and her brother Nathaniel who was five and the baby of the bunch her sister Elizabeth who was only two.
They all have chocolate brown eyes, and brown bushy hair. Gabrielle shyed away from the sun in order to keep her creamy white complection. While the rest of the children frolicked in the sun she would sit under a screne and work on her embroidery.
She was so much more a proper lady than, Hermione, always acting dignified and proper while Hermione ran around reading books not fit for a young lady. Hermione was a smart kind of bookworm. Her mother and father despaired over what Draco would think of Hermione if he knew she was such a learned woman.
Hermione was very free spirited and as her governess would tell you, could be very difficult. She always fought for what she wanted as long as she knew there was a chance she might get it.
But in the case of this unwanted marriage she knew there was no hope. She could already picture the wedding. Her mother clucking over her dress, her father acting all dignified, greeting the guests, Gabrielle pouting over her not getting to be the flower girl.
Her other brothers and sisters treating everything like it was a game. Ron and Harry would have a hard time keeping their emotions in check. Oh and her grandmother Rose would be there, probably telling her the escape routes she could take if she wants to.
Draco looking like a real prince should, dressed beautifuly in black, and herself looking beautiful, but tired and at her wits last end in a pearly white gown, encrusted with every prescious jewel you could name.
But at night her mind painted a totally different picture, of Harry rushing foward and stopping the wedding, picking her up and dashing out the door. Yes, if only it wasn't a dream. Hermione could probably stand there for hours day dreaming about Harry.
But right then her father entered the anti-chamber. Her father had just been going over the details of her mariage contract with his advisers. He smiled at his oldest daughter, who was off on another day dream, and cleared his throat.
"Its all settled, Mary, Draco's sister, will be the flower girl as we discussed, and your dowry will consist of of one hundred servants, fifty silk blankets, twenty silk sheets, a silk down comforter, twenty earthenware jugs, five horses and one silk lined silver carraige. So what do you think", he asked her happily.
"It sounds like Draco is getting more than I am out of this deal", Hermione said somberly.
"No, he is not", her father said rather pomously, "You are getting his money and as your mother has told me countless times, Draco is quite a catch and you are lucky to have caught a husband like him".
"Oh yes, are you sure it was mother or was it Draco on one of your many hunting trips", Hermione said her vioce dripping sarcasm.
"Now Hermione I know that you don't like Draco very much now, but give it a chance you may grow to love him", he said in a soothing vioce.
'I am sorry but I could never love some one so egotistical, arrogant and self centered. I will never love him, right now I am trying to figure out how I am going to stand him", Hermione said coldly.
"Hermione Aleene Granger, you are going to marry that person you speak so "highly" of and you are going to produce many heirs, and I don't want to hear another thing about it", Alec, her father, said rudely, then as an after thought he said, " And I do know you love Draco, you just don't want to admit it".
"No, father I love Harry, not some retched high born, but a commoner", Hermione shrieked as he made to leave.
Alec turned around now very angry,
"Potter", Alec spat at her,"Do you want to know what your problem is Hermione, you always play it safe in everything, while everyone else takes a chance you sit in the corner and read your retched books. You are just afraid of taking the more dangerous road to happiness. Don't you see that, all you would get with Potter is a life of boringness, their would never be any spark of romance nothing, now go to your room and think about what I just said", Alec said winding down.
He escorted Hermione to her room and then locked her in. She sat on her bed and did as he had told her. She thought very long and hard about were here heart lay. She knew it wasn't with Draco, but it wasn't really with Harry either.
Her father was right she did always play it safe when it came to things, whenever Harry or Ron wanted her to come with them on an adventure she would bow out gracefully and go back to her book. If she was going to find her true inner self she was going to have to loosen up, alot.
She lay down on her bed and fell asleep. When she awoke the next morning to see A shock of pale blonde hair and grey eyes looking at her. **************************************************************
Far away and in another time Hermione Granger screamed.She was still at Hogwarts, thank goodness. She sat up and realized she was shaking. That dream had been so real, but then again they always where. Lately she had been having this dream over and over again and it was giving her the creeps.
It scared her because in the dream she always woke up when she saw that shock of bleached blonde hair that could only belong to the one and only Draco Malfoy. Even now that she was wide awake her father's words still haunted her from her dream.
Did she really play it safe? She didn't know, but she thought that someone had to when you were friends with Harry Potter and Ron Weasely. Really how many times had they gotten themselves into a scrape and she had gotten them out.
With her quick thinking and cool logic she had saved them from Proffesor McGongall after the troll, she had figured out the riddle to the potions challenge to save the Sorcerer's Stone, she had figured out that it was a Basilisk that was turning everybody to stone, and she had taught Harry all of his curses he had used during the Triwizard Cup.
She had been in trouble countless times, had brushes with death regularly and had been in more dangerous sitations than you could count. But that was all in a days work when you are friend's with the two biggest trouble makers to come to Hogwarts in twenty years, yes they had even surpassed Fred and George.
Hermione sighed and lay back against the pillows, she was debating on telling Harry and Ron about her dream. There was no doubt that Harry would understand and be helpful, but Ron was liable to just laugh at her and call her a scared ninny.
Just then it hit Hermione that it was to quiet, she looked at her watch and realized that everbody was were she was supposed to be, in class, she panic and started to hurry around the room collecting her books, she threw off her dirty clothes and put clean ones on. She ran out the door without even looking in the mirror.
As you could have geussed her hair was flyaway and messy as she ran down the empty corridors to her first class Transfiguration. She had dark circles under her eyes and looked as though she hadn't slept in a week and that only added to make her look as if she was very sick.
She hoped Professor McGongall was in a good mood, and knowing that she was the Proffesor's favorite student, didn't take any pionts off of Gryffindor. She came to the door of the Transfiuration classroom and walked inside. As she did so everyone looked up at her.
Professor McGongall was about to go back to explaining how to transfigure their desks into chairs, when she did a double take and looked at Hermione more closely.
"Miss Granger," she exclaimed, "Are you all right", she asked concernedly.
"Yes, why do you ask Professor," Hermione said puzzled.
"Miss Granger, I think you should go to the hospital wing and have yourself checked out", McGongall said ordering her out of the room.
She looked at Ron and Harry doefully and left. She must look a sight if Proffesor McGongall thought she was sick. She walked slowly towards the hospital wing. She looked at her watch and noticed that classes that were down this hallway would be getting out any second now.
She quickened her pace, not wanting to be seen. Unlucky for her the classroom door up ahead of her opened and all the fifth year Slytherins poured out. Draco Malfoy was one of the first out and was followed by his faithful following. He stopped in the middle of the hallway, having spotted Hermione. She tried to duck by him but he caught her arm and pulled her back.
"Well,well, well if it isn't little miss perfect Granger", Draco sneered letting go of her arm.
"Malfoy spare me the pleasentrys what do you want", Hermione said trying yet agian to duck under his arm.
"I just wanted to speak with my favorite brown nosing mudblood and guess what thats you", Draco drawled grabbing her arm again as she tried to make another break for freedom.
She looked at him tiredly and stood still for a couple of seconds making Draco think she had givin up, as he turned to his following, she stomped on his foot and at the same time pushed him over. He fell roughly against the wall. But Draco wasn't going to let her get away, as she tried to step over him he stuck out his foot, tripping her.
Although she didn't fall over, she did stumble and it gave Draco the time to get up and grab her wrist again.
"You are going to stay here until I am done with you", Draco snarled with his teeth bared. Who did this mudblood think she was, he thought angrily to himself.
She stood there as he made fun of her, Harry, Ron and her family she didn't pay him any mind all as he talked on and on to his little crowd of followers. She was planning ways of escape, when Draco said,
"Okay, I am done with you, you can go back to your presious Potty and the Weasel", he said as he let go of her wrist. She ducked her head and ran. She was in a crowd of Slytherins and she didn't want to take her chances.
When she had ducked her head she had missed the look of suprise and guilt that had crossed Draco's face. The corridor had been dark and he had been looking at his fellow Slytherins while he made his speech, but when he had let her go he had been very close to her and had looked closely at her face for the first time. She looked a wreck and a half, she must not be sleeping at all, Draco mused.
He had just been the biggest jerk of all time, he had wondered why she hadn't put up more of a fight, but she was probably drained from the whole encounter. Looking in the direction she had gone, she was headed to the hospital wing, as Gryffindore tower, and the library where nowere near here thats were she had to be headed.
He hoped she got better so he could tease and torture a fully healthy Hermione, he didn't think he liked the sick and vulnrable Hermione very much. It's to easy when they don't fight back he thought to himself as he walked back to the Slytherin commons.
A/N: Wow, I have no idea at all were this is going but all of it just came out while I was bored. So please CLICK THAT BOX. Thank You!
Dreamscapes
Chapter 1
Dreams Have A Mind Of Their Own
Hermione Aleene Granger sat in her nicely carved throne admiring her new ruby ring her father had bought her. She was sitting in court so there was nothing for her really to do. She looked up from her inspection of her ring for a second and studied the people around her.
They were all stuffy dignatarys that had no spice in the way they dressed or acted. She smiled as she looked at Harry, one of her best friends, he was a royal gaurd in the army and was the only one besides, Ron, that wasn't staring vacantly around.
Ron was her other best friend, and in his eyes more. She hoped she wouldn't hurt him when she anounced that she was going to marry Draco Malfoy. As much as she hated the idea of being married to that heartless lump, she couldn't do anything about it.
Her father had explained to her that their marriage would bind the two kingdoms together, creating a powerful allaince. She had screamed and thrown a fit, but her father said there was nothing she could do the contract had been drawn up since she had been born.
Supper that night had been unbearable. Her mother had simpered over how attractive Draco was and how rich he was. Hermione had just scoffed and went about her dinner quietly. All along she had been trying to think of a plan to get her out of the dreaded marriage.
The truth was she had been hoping to be married to Harry, but it seemed he didn't feel the way she did. She had heard that Ron's sister, Ginny would be marrying him in a months time. It was hard for Hermione not to be bitter. She was studying her ring again when her father anounced that court for that day was closed.
She silently cheered to herself and shakily got up from her throne. She had been sitting there for at least five hours and she felt like her legs were going to fall off. She walked off to the right into their anti-chamber and paced the room trying to get the feeling back into her legs.
She didn't understand why her father insisted on having her attend court. All she did was sit in her throne and throw bored looks at the geusts. Her mother had been abscent from court because she was pregnant, again. Her mother already had eight children, but that didn't stop her from trying for more.
Hermione was the oldest at sixteen then it went, her sister Gabreille who was fifteen, then her brother Zachraihs who was thirteen , then her brother Jonahs who was ten, then her sister Lucinda who was nine, then her brother Jacob who was seven and her brother Nathaniel who was five and the baby of the bunch her sister Elizabeth who was only two.
They all have chocolate brown eyes, and brown bushy hair. Gabrielle shyed away from the sun in order to keep her creamy white complection. While the rest of the children frolicked in the sun she would sit under a screne and work on her embroidery.
She was so much more a proper lady than, Hermione, always acting dignified and proper while Hermione ran around reading books not fit for a young lady. Hermione was a smart kind of bookworm. Her mother and father despaired over what Draco would think of Hermione if he knew she was such a learned woman.
Hermione was very free spirited and as her governess would tell you, could be very difficult. She always fought for what she wanted as long as she knew there was a chance she might get it.
But in the case of this unwanted marriage she knew there was no hope. She could already picture the wedding. Her mother clucking over her dress, her father acting all dignified, greeting the guests, Gabrielle pouting over her not getting to be the flower girl.
Her other brothers and sisters treating everything like it was a game. Ron and Harry would have a hard time keeping their emotions in check. Oh and her grandmother Rose would be there, probably telling her the escape routes she could take if she wants to.
Draco looking like a real prince should, dressed beautifuly in black, and herself looking beautiful, but tired and at her wits last end in a pearly white gown, encrusted with every prescious jewel you could name.
But at night her mind painted a totally different picture, of Harry rushing foward and stopping the wedding, picking her up and dashing out the door. Yes, if only it wasn't a dream. Hermione could probably stand there for hours day dreaming about Harry.
But right then her father entered the anti-chamber. Her father had just been going over the details of her mariage contract with his advisers. He smiled at his oldest daughter, who was off on another day dream, and cleared his throat.
"Its all settled, Mary, Draco's sister, will be the flower girl as we discussed, and your dowry will consist of of one hundred servants, fifty silk blankets, twenty silk sheets, a silk down comforter, twenty earthenware jugs, five horses and one silk lined silver carraige. So what do you think", he asked her happily.
"It sounds like Draco is getting more than I am out of this deal", Hermione said somberly.
"No, he is not", her father said rather pomously, "You are getting his money and as your mother has told me countless times, Draco is quite a catch and you are lucky to have caught a husband like him".
"Oh yes, are you sure it was mother or was it Draco on one of your many hunting trips", Hermione said her vioce dripping sarcasm.
"Now Hermione I know that you don't like Draco very much now, but give it a chance you may grow to love him", he said in a soothing vioce.
'I am sorry but I could never love some one so egotistical, arrogant and self centered. I will never love him, right now I am trying to figure out how I am going to stand him", Hermione said coldly.
"Hermione Aleene Granger, you are going to marry that person you speak so "highly" of and you are going to produce many heirs, and I don't want to hear another thing about it", Alec, her father, said rudely, then as an after thought he said, " And I do know you love Draco, you just don't want to admit it".
"No, father I love Harry, not some retched high born, but a commoner", Hermione shrieked as he made to leave.
Alec turned around now very angry,
"Potter", Alec spat at her,"Do you want to know what your problem is Hermione, you always play it safe in everything, while everyone else takes a chance you sit in the corner and read your retched books. You are just afraid of taking the more dangerous road to happiness. Don't you see that, all you would get with Potter is a life of boringness, their would never be any spark of romance nothing, now go to your room and think about what I just said", Alec said winding down.
He escorted Hermione to her room and then locked her in. She sat on her bed and did as he had told her. She thought very long and hard about were here heart lay. She knew it wasn't with Draco, but it wasn't really with Harry either.
Her father was right she did always play it safe when it came to things, whenever Harry or Ron wanted her to come with them on an adventure she would bow out gracefully and go back to her book. If she was going to find her true inner self she was going to have to loosen up, alot.
She lay down on her bed and fell asleep. When she awoke the next morning to see A shock of pale blonde hair and grey eyes looking at her. **************************************************************
Far away and in another time Hermione Granger screamed.She was still at Hogwarts, thank goodness. She sat up and realized she was shaking. That dream had been so real, but then again they always where. Lately she had been having this dream over and over again and it was giving her the creeps.
It scared her because in the dream she always woke up when she saw that shock of bleached blonde hair that could only belong to the one and only Draco Malfoy. Even now that she was wide awake her father's words still haunted her from her dream.
Did she really play it safe? She didn't know, but she thought that someone had to when you were friends with Harry Potter and Ron Weasely. Really how many times had they gotten themselves into a scrape and she had gotten them out.
With her quick thinking and cool logic she had saved them from Proffesor McGongall after the troll, she had figured out the riddle to the potions challenge to save the Sorcerer's Stone, she had figured out that it was a Basilisk that was turning everybody to stone, and she had taught Harry all of his curses he had used during the Triwizard Cup.
She had been in trouble countless times, had brushes with death regularly and had been in more dangerous sitations than you could count. But that was all in a days work when you are friend's with the two biggest trouble makers to come to Hogwarts in twenty years, yes they had even surpassed Fred and George.
Hermione sighed and lay back against the pillows, she was debating on telling Harry and Ron about her dream. There was no doubt that Harry would understand and be helpful, but Ron was liable to just laugh at her and call her a scared ninny.
Just then it hit Hermione that it was to quiet, she looked at her watch and realized that everbody was were she was supposed to be, in class, she panic and started to hurry around the room collecting her books, she threw off her dirty clothes and put clean ones on. She ran out the door without even looking in the mirror.
As you could have geussed her hair was flyaway and messy as she ran down the empty corridors to her first class Transfiguration. She had dark circles under her eyes and looked as though she hadn't slept in a week and that only added to make her look as if she was very sick.
She hoped Professor McGongall was in a good mood, and knowing that she was the Proffesor's favorite student, didn't take any pionts off of Gryffindor. She came to the door of the Transfiuration classroom and walked inside. As she did so everyone looked up at her.
Professor McGongall was about to go back to explaining how to transfigure their desks into chairs, when she did a double take and looked at Hermione more closely.
"Miss Granger," she exclaimed, "Are you all right", she asked concernedly.
"Yes, why do you ask Professor," Hermione said puzzled.
"Miss Granger, I think you should go to the hospital wing and have yourself checked out", McGongall said ordering her out of the room.
She looked at Ron and Harry doefully and left. She must look a sight if Proffesor McGongall thought she was sick. She walked slowly towards the hospital wing. She looked at her watch and noticed that classes that were down this hallway would be getting out any second now.
She quickened her pace, not wanting to be seen. Unlucky for her the classroom door up ahead of her opened and all the fifth year Slytherins poured out. Draco Malfoy was one of the first out and was followed by his faithful following. He stopped in the middle of the hallway, having spotted Hermione. She tried to duck by him but he caught her arm and pulled her back.
"Well,well, well if it isn't little miss perfect Granger", Draco sneered letting go of her arm.
"Malfoy spare me the pleasentrys what do you want", Hermione said trying yet agian to duck under his arm.
"I just wanted to speak with my favorite brown nosing mudblood and guess what thats you", Draco drawled grabbing her arm again as she tried to make another break for freedom.
She looked at him tiredly and stood still for a couple of seconds making Draco think she had givin up, as he turned to his following, she stomped on his foot and at the same time pushed him over. He fell roughly against the wall. But Draco wasn't going to let her get away, as she tried to step over him he stuck out his foot, tripping her.
Although she didn't fall over, she did stumble and it gave Draco the time to get up and grab her wrist again.
"You are going to stay here until I am done with you", Draco snarled with his teeth bared. Who did this mudblood think she was, he thought angrily to himself.
She stood there as he made fun of her, Harry, Ron and her family she didn't pay him any mind all as he talked on and on to his little crowd of followers. She was planning ways of escape, when Draco said,
"Okay, I am done with you, you can go back to your presious Potty and the Weasel", he said as he let go of her wrist. She ducked her head and ran. She was in a crowd of Slytherins and she didn't want to take her chances.
When she had ducked her head she had missed the look of suprise and guilt that had crossed Draco's face. The corridor had been dark and he had been looking at his fellow Slytherins while he made his speech, but when he had let her go he had been very close to her and had looked closely at her face for the first time. She looked a wreck and a half, she must not be sleeping at all, Draco mused.
He had just been the biggest jerk of all time, he had wondered why she hadn't put up more of a fight, but she was probably drained from the whole encounter. Looking in the direction she had gone, she was headed to the hospital wing, as Gryffindore tower, and the library where nowere near here thats were she had to be headed.
He hoped she got better so he could tease and torture a fully healthy Hermione, he didn't think he liked the sick and vulnrable Hermione very much. It's to easy when they don't fight back he thought to himself as he walked back to the Slytherin commons.
A/N: Wow, I have no idea at all were this is going but all of it just came out while I was bored. So please CLICK THAT BOX. Thank You!