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Authors note: here is the re edited version of the second chapter and look it even has a new title name~

Bold and italic represent shared Dream

Italic are thoughts.


Dazzled by Dark

Dream catching or Memory Gazing?

Chapter 1

A short blue eyed dark haired boy of 5 years sat playing in his backyard sandpit, building a replica villa of his own home that stood elegantly to his side, his face full of concentration and glee that made his blue eyes sparkle as he patted the sand into place, glancing every so often at his real house.

" Come here child" a lady in a elegant green gown, matching heels and blue eyes that gave warmth held her hand out to the boy interrupting his play.

"Come witness your future"

The lady smiled with pride as she extended her hand towards the boy.

The little boy stared up in confusion at the lady he recognized as his mother before taking her hand, allowing her to lead him away from his sand box and towards the clustered forest further down.

The pair walked on smiling as the sunshine reflected off the greenery, pausing every so often to admire a particular flower.

The women had bent towards a bush sprouting red and white flowers his mother had identified as amaryllis and delicately detached three full blooming ones before continuing deeper into the forest.

Soon the mother and son reached a clearing and came upon a man dawning a crazed look and his wand raised at a bleeding little girl at his feet that looked the same age as the boy.

"Papa! Why are you hurting that girl?" the now scared boy clutched at his mother's side, terror trembling through his little body.

"Son, this- he kicked the girl in the side making her scream, distaste written all over the mans face at the little contact –" this is no girl, this is a animal, a filthy animal that has stolen from us" spitting on the form withering before him.

"Crucio"

The girl's cries echoed through the forest, making the boy cringe and shy even further away.

"Don't hide from it boy, this is justice, this is right, she deserves it! ~ "Come here"

His farther motioned for him to stand beside him and with fear he shivered over to his side, his face still turned away from the sight on the floor, willing away the threatening tears.

"Take my wand, son" the man shoved his wand into his sons arms then went to stand behind him, leaning towards his sons ear as he whispered his wise words.

"She's stolen from us, taken our very lively hood, taken our magic"

" Plea – please help me" the girl spoke through her sobs

"She's pathetic, nothing like you my boy! She doesn't deserve anything but death!" the man hissed.

The boy's tears began to fall as his whole body shock with fear and panic, his farther noticed.

" Don't cry, she's not worth your tears, remember she deserves this, she has made us hide away – stopped you from having fun outside our home with your friends"

" No no she couldn't -

"We hate her filthy kind don't we?" the boy meekly nodded to his fathers demanding words.

"Tell her what you think of her – tell her she's dirty"

Trapped in his fathers grasp he whispered "you – your dirty"

"Good – his farther beamed- now finish it"

"No-

"You no the spell, do it

"I cant-

"You can!"

"I can-

"Yes yes you can- there kind took away your brother"

The boy suddenly changed, his face became expressionless and raising his father's wand as he spoke cool and steady.

"Avada Kadava"

The girl screamed once more before stilling as the boy turned to look away from the now dead body only to see someone standing in the distant, someone who shouldn't be there, a girl with sickly familiar brown eyes. ~

Abruptly Blaise Zabini woke from his dream. Cursing. What was she doing there again? Yes again, it happened many times now that he gotten used to it.

But you must understand that after a long month of envisioning those golden like eyes in his dream and vice versa, the two opposites just became used to it, in a strangely chilling – warmly way,

Still though, he felt thoroughly violated with her constant presence in his most personal dreams and would occasionally beat his head against his wall in fits of rage of not knowing why the hell she kept popping up and it really did wither away at what little sanity he had left.

That aside, Blaise had seen this particular dream many times before, lived it once and told know one. He remembered that day vividly, the day his farther and mother decided he was to have his first kill, make his first step to becoming what they visioned as a "man", regrettably he had only done it because his farther had told him she had taken away his brother, the older brother he loved and the only person who really cared for him.

Overly sighing now, he rolled onto his back as his thoughts shifted to his situation, he did not want to think about his brother let alone the emotional turmoil he felt whenever he relived his first kill.

"The first of many" the boy thought darkly to himself.

Sighing again, at his wandering memories he returned to his original thoughts. The girl.

It had been about a month since he had killed Grangers parents and ever since then her eyes had invaded his sleep, criticizing his life with her hate and pity filled glare, as if he needed pity, yet, what really pissed him off was the occasional times he would see those same pair of eyes in a dream, giving him a knowing look were as he knew no one could possibly understand his childhood.

Rolling over once more he pushed that thought to the back of his mind and slowly started to drift into a peaceful slumber only to be wrenched into another dream, a dream this time, that wasn't his own.

~!~

At the same time the boy awoke, on the other side of Britain a rather frazzled haired girls eyes also snapped open from the exact same dream, shit. Tired and empty feeling, the girl rubbed her eyes as she sat up to think over what she had dreamt. .

Never had Hermione ever witnessed such cruelty then what she saw in the dream, neither had she dreamed such a thing, though being the intelligent witch she was, had already noticed they weren't her dreams and had already made note to find a book on exactly what was going on.

Oh she had a vague idea what was going, for she could never forget the eyes that looked into hers when she slept, but what was most confusing is she felt she already knew the boy she had recently branded as "killer".

It had be a full month since her parents had passed away and she had never been better, still she did hold a lot of resentment and hate towards the boy with the chilling eyes. Though Hermione had changed a lot over the passed month to, she took more care of her appearance, wearing more fitting clothes and applying little amounts of make up to bring out her luscious figure, beautiful face all complimenting her faintly tanned skin, she had also learned to relax more, something that amazed her two best friends. The boys were still the same and all three were readily anticipating there last year at Hogwarts, wanting nothing more to go out with a bang yet still Hoped she made head girl.

Spending the last months at the burrow with Harry and Ron, their lingering looks of worry they gave her never went unnoticed and it made here heart swell with warmth at how much they cared about her

But back to the dream she was certain wasn't hers, and the thought of it not being her own still chilled her ever so slightly, and how the same boy would always be the focus of each dream, his penetrating eyes shook her, eyes that could see into a person soul but at that moment in the dream world his eyes were lost and broken, himself losing his soul and she pitied him.

Hermione's thoughts had now taken a turn to the road of depression and with one glance out at her clock that promptly read midnight she decided it was far to late/early to be getting depressed over some killer.

So she pushed the depressing thoughts from her mind and lay down to return to what little sleep she had left, only to almost instantly fall asleep and shockingly, dreaming a dream that she knew to be her own.

A girl with curly brown hair who appeared as a 5th year student barged through two big oak doors, which led to what looked to be Hogwarts library. Isles upon isles of books flashed by her as the girl went to search for something or someone.

Turning another corner the girl found that someone, a boy with abnormally blonde hair and silver eyes.

"Draco, what have you been doing? – Lately I haven't heard from you, your distancing is so obvious, I just don't know why? – Stumbling a little on her words, it seemed she was on the verge of tears, but the boy barely even noticed

"ah Draco, I've heard roumers and – she stopped abruptly..

"Oh roumers? Do you believe everything you here Granger" his voice was plain dark and chilling.

"Hmmm Granger now is it? Fine - and ofcource not, but you have been avoiding me and you cant deny that! – And you look like you haven't slept in weeks, something is going on and I want you to tell me right now Malfoy" voice lingering on his last name.

"Look here G-r-a-n-g-e-r, you need to take the hint and leave that alone, it is none of your bloody business what I do with my time so stop butting in to things people like you would never understand"

"People like me? And who exactly are people like me?"

"You know perfectly well what I mean"

" No- no I don't think I do, enlighten me Draco who exactly are you categoriesing me as? Huh? Tell me !

" oh Really Hermione, you wanna know? Fine! You and your precious magic stealing muggleborns would have absolutely no understanding what we purebloods do with there time"

pain flittered across the girls face as she made her steady reply.

"Oh yes yes I see, im the magic stealing filthy mudblood wouldn't have a clue what a boy who she has shared everything with, and has known for the last 6 years right? What could I possibly know –

"I never said filthy mudblo-

Her then cold plain voice turned whisper and the girls eyes leaked tears, her face distorted with hurt, ignoring his crappy attempt of softening his piercing words "you, you sound just like your farther-

"my farther ?- the boy laughed .

" you have no idea what your talking about ! How could you possibly comprehend my fathers worth – ofcource someone like you wouldn't know brilliance if it hit you in the head, your so full of yourself Hermione"

the comment seemed to cut the girl deeper.

" Oh seeing you're farther in a new light now Draco? So does that mean you'll soon be the death eater sons he always wanted huh?".

" No- disbelief flittered through her voice

" No no no no, Dra- you – didn't – ah - you promis-

the girl went silent, obviously thinking, her eyes soon after came alight in a sad way before she gracefully pulled out her wand.

" pertrificus totalis"

After freezing Malfoy the girl moved to his fallen body raising a shaky hand and pulled back his left sleeve. It was the dark mark.

" Oh oh –

raw pain shone through her face as she backed away, arms falling limp, turning and making her way towards the exit, pausing briefly.

" Draco, you have no idea how much it hurts to know someone you considered your best friend brakes a promise like this, its not only the fact your farther is who he is but, what he stands for, he – and everyone else in the little group you've so carelessly joined don't just hurt a few people, they destroy them, and not few but thousands. Draco, I know what it takes to become a death eater, you've killed an innocent person, and ill never forgive you. –

"Hey Draco, was it to much to ask me for help? -But ofcource that was also part of the promise which you obviously were never going to keep- huh well you may take promises lightly but I don't, I hope you can remember that"

"if there ever comes a day were we have to face off in battle, I wont hold back, then maybe you'll feel what I feel at this point, its like I've just watched my brother sell his soul to the devil and couldn't do I thing"

"Draco - her voice crackling " I know it seems like I failed in my promise but I haven't- I haven't.

The girl then made her leave, twisting and turning through the rows, retreating her steps letting her tears fall freely.

As the girl made for the door she noticed a boy, with a pair of eyes she recognized, eyes confusingly harder and colder then normal.

The brown-eyed girl would wake from her dream in the late hours of the morning, her gaze glued to the ceiling, thinking firstly of Draco and how she hadn't thought of him in what seemed like a lifetime, then having her mind wonder away from that saddening thought to why those eyes that appeared again in her dream were so hard, cold and depressing.

"Mione what are you doing staring at the ceiling? Inquired Ron in a sheepish tone as he and Harry lumbered into her room "if it leaking again I can have a look at it?"

The boys Hermione owed all her happiness too had barged into her room. Smiling to herself as she noted his tone and puppy like blue eyes "no Ron I just got swept away by my thoughts" at the boys concerning looks she added "race you down stairs!~" as she lurched out of bed and pushed past Harry and Ron , laughing all the way down.

~! ~

Quite the opposite of the content feeling the warm honey colored eyed girl felt, the cool eyed boy sat rigidly on his bedroom windowsill as the slight breeze ruffled his pitch-black hair. Blaise was once an attractive boy, he still was but the paling of his once tanned skin and the hollowing of his eyes made him more Zombie then sex god, but his rigid look seemed to be the most captivating, as Blaise felt more numb then he had ever felt as he re- lived the meeting he had just had with the dark lord.

"Zambini, do you no of the Potters precious mudblood?" hissed the dark lord, demanding rather then questioning. " yes my lord" the young man whispered, not understanding why he wanted to know.

"splendid, I want you to get close to her Zambini, friendly if you will" sneered the snake before continuing " I want you to make her fall for you, make her need you". Blaise did not like the smile that followed nor the lingering hiss on the words need you. "my, my lord why ?"

" I have a plan, but you will do well to know you place and not question me you insolent boy !~ crucio"

He shivered slightly at the reminiscence of the curse that hit him for asking a question, even someone subjected to that curse since he was able to walk could not get over that rippling pain that seeped through the body, bringing the worst feeling imaginable, yet as he thought more he found that the most concerning thought on his mind was why Draco had seemed strangely distant since then and most importantly why Hermione Granger was dreaming about Draco Malfoy.