Beautiful Dreamer

Chapter Two:

She looks scared, he thought smugly as they were walking along. He enjoyed the thought probably more than he should have. They had been walking for at least 15 minutes, and although the stretch of corridor in front of them looked no different, the dead end from which they had come was no longer in sight. The two directions looked exactly the same and if Draco had suddenly decided to randomly spin in place until he was dizzy he would have no idea from which direction he had come and which way he was going.

At least its quiet, thought Draco, she must be too scared to ask questions. Or maybe, she is scared of me. Yeah, he was definitely happier about that than any sane person should have been. Of course, my family isn't exactly known for its sanity, is it? He thought sarcastically. At least if we come across something anything . . . unsavory, I'll have a wand partner who can fight. Not some baby who will faint or cry. Even though she was a mudblood, Draco did see that she was very smart and quick to master spells. And she hangs around with Potter god's sake. You can't not be ready when you spend time with the walking target.

However, it didn't look like they would be coming across anything. It was completely deserted except for the two of them and if something was waiting for them, they would see it a long way off. Or hear it, I bet there's a huge echo factor in here. Draco was suddenly tempted to shout out, just to test it. However he wasn't going to do that with a girl here, even if it was a mudblood like Granger.

These corridors were exactly like the ones in Hogwarts, same grey color, about the same size bricks too only there weren't any torches lining the wall every few feet, or snarky paintings glaring at you, or windows. And then, Draco Malfoy had reduced himself to a idiot, No windows? No torches? How could I have missed that! He could see just fine despite there being no light source? Corridors with no end?

Damn it he was in someone's mind. Granger's? he mentally shuddered. No, not Grangers. And definitely not mind. All those years that he was taught Legimen's and Occlumency and he couldn't even tell where they were! He had been given countless "subjects" to use as "tests" to invade someone's mind and none of their mental landscapes had looked like this. Plenty of people had buildings in their mind, where they stored their secrets and dreams, but one never started out in one. They were there as defenses. Buildings made of straw, buildings made of sticks, and buildings made of stone. They were only as strong as their owners made them, but it wouldn't make any sense to start in one! I'm going in circles, he thought. How could I already be in the building, and it's not mine and probably not Grangers. So where does that put us?

And of course just as he thought that, a painting was on the wall, one that he was sure had just appeared, of some unknown wizard snoring. He looked peaceful, probably—OH! Draco had just realized, they were in a dream, which the dream had just told him, but whose dream?


Malfoy had stopped. She looked at him, but he took no notice of her. She wondered if he had figured out where they were, as he was now looking around wildly of their surroundings. "Malfoy?" she tried. Nothing, she braced herself, "Draco?" she had never called him by his first name before, but she thought he might be going a little insane. He was now shaking and his eyes were roving about wildly. Maybe he was having some sort of seizure. She wasn't sure what to do. Then she had an idea, she smiled quite evilly. She stepped forward, and did something she had wanted to do him for a long time.


"What the hell!" he hollered.

She looked at him innocently , "What?"

"YOU SLAPPED ME!" He looked positively murderous.

"I thought you were having some sort of fit, and it helped didn't it? You're not dieing anymore." She smirked at him.

"I was not having a fit, I was having an epiphany," he breathed. He suddenly looked smug.

"Really, care to enlighten me?" she looked interested now. Still, she had just slapped him. A mudblood had just slapped the prince of the pureblood hierarchy, he wasn't sharing anything with her. Instead he simply smirked and said, "No, I don't think so." Gone was the enlightened Draco, back as the cold, merciless tease with a hatred of mudbloods.

She looked incredulously at him. "Why the bloody not!"

She probably has never had anyone try to withhold information from her, he thought, nearly giggling at the look of shocked consternation on her face. She looked like she was actually, almost in pain. He had to say something though, "Would it really kill you to say an actually curse word?" he mocked. He rolled with it, "I mean, what the bloody? Try what the bloody hell, or what the fuck, anything really."

"I do curse!" she said angrily. He mentally sighed, topic averted. He didn't want to share anything with anyone until he was sure he was right. Because Draco Malfoy is never wrong. In public anyways.

"So," she began, "your epiphany?" she prompted.

He didn't answer. "Well?"

Then, he went black.


She freaked out and jumped backwards. Draco had vanished. Vanished! He had been there, and then he had not. Like in the space of a blink he had shimmered away. Except she didn't blink, and he didn't shimmer. And he didn't disapparate. She knew that, disapparation was accompanied by a loud crack sound, and nausea to those nearby.

He's gone! Where did he go? Was she going to disappear? Is he dead? Was he real? Where was she? She was alone! What should she do? Where did he go? Her mind was a jumble of questions, running in circles along the inside of her head. The most important being What was she going to do now that she was alone? She was feeling weak-kneed and sank to the ground against the cold stone wall. It was by no means a comfortable position but she didn't care. Whatever had happened to Draco could easily happen to her, she was terrified. Except I'm not. I don't feel anything at all, maybe I'm in shock. I've never seen someone die before. Of course, she chastised herself, I don't actually know if he died. Maybe he just… disappeared. Without a trace. To god knows where. Where he could have died. Stop thinking that! She told herself. He's not dead!

She knew that she was going to have to keep going, find her way out of here. She stood up stiffly and began her jerky walk down the corridor. If only stupid Draco told me what he was thinking, she thought angrily.

She stopped, and looked around. There were no distinguishing marks on the walls and she couldn't tell if this was the direction she had come or was going. Now she was angry, but was too depressed to show it. She sat back down and stared blankly at the wall in front of her.

She had just noticed the lack of markings on the walls. No windows or torches, or any light sources, and despite this breakthrough, she was too tired and too depressed, to care.

She curled up on her side, and tried to cry. She was Hermione Granger and she never gave up. But right now she didn't care. She wanted to try.


He was in a world of colors. Shining iridescent waves of light, all around him. They were beautiful, spellbinding. He didn't even have a body anymore. He just was. And that was all he wanted. To spend eternity floating through waves of light and color, surrounded by beautiful shining presences.

And then it was over. Malfoy opened his eyes. And screamed.

Everything was white. Providing stark contrast with the pleasant darkness behind his eyelids, everything he could see was white. All he could see was white. It hurt, it hurt his brain, his eyes felt like they had had bleach poured on them. And then a pinch in his arm, and he shut his eyes again.

This time when he opened his eyes he could see. It still hurt but now it wasn't so blindingly white and painful and he could distinguish colors and shapes. And the first shape he saw was, "Madam Pomfrey?" he croaked.

He looked past her and found himself, to his shock, in the hospital wing. Madam Pomfrey was trying to ask him questions but he wouldn't have it, "Er a-er?" he wheezed incomprehensibly. She stopped talking and looked at him strangely, "What dear?" she said clearly. "Ers anger?" he tried again. She looked confused. Now he was starting to get upset, never mind that he was lying in a hospital bed and couldn't lift his arms an inch, he couldn't even talk! While he was thinking this she seemed to have been sounding out his words, she finally got it, and looked quite pleased with herself. "Ms. Granger is over there she pointed to what he assumed must be another bed beyond his own, he couldn't turn his head to look. "Now shut it and rest," she said. "You'll need to be strong when the headmaster and Professor Snape get here. You're lucky you're alive, you know," she added conversationally, "Had Severus not been able to adjust his antidote to the Draught of Living Death you would still be just the same. Now lie down, if I know the headmaster, when something this strange happens, he has no shortage of questions. And if Dumbledore has questions… Well then what's the world coming too?" She had been about to say something else, Draco knew it. But he was in no position to make her share so he contented himself with making fun of her obnoxiously bright and perky attitude. For a woman who hangs around sick people all day she sure is perky though, he thought, or maybe it's because she hangs around sick people all day. He still wish he knew what she had tried to withhold from him, if his mind wasn't so inexplicably weak he would have pulled it out of her head himself. Of course I with held information from Granger, she could be trapped there forever now, his father may be a murderer, but draco didn't want to ever kill anyone, even if it was a mudblood like Granger. Take away her voice maybe, then she wouldn't be so bad. He would probably even sort of li—Blegh! He had caught himself about to think… he wasn't going to think it. Just stop thinking about her, he told himself. Sure it would be nice to stop her talking, not that I could, but maybe give her something else to do with her li—"Aagh!" he cried out. Madam Pomfrey rushed over and jabbed him on the arm with her wand. As darkness closed in around him, he finished his thought, something else to do with her lips.

For the record guys, I barely know where this is going, I wrote it on a whim and didn't really have any sort of plot in mind. Throw some ideas in my review box –wink wink ;)- and I would be happy to take a look at them.

And Claudia, I didn't falt out explain why they were being chased at the beginning. Draco was a womanizer and was therefore being chased by his favorite sort of women. Hermione loves knowledge and learning and was being chased by teachers.

Thanks for reading everyone! And please do review! I love hearing from you guys!