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"Though lovers be lost, love shall not; And death shall have no dominion." ― Dylan Thomas

Hermione was standing in the middle of a field full of flowers painted bright oranges and reds. She had on a knee-length green dress with long sleeves that she had bought for Harry's anniversary party and at the last minute changed her mind. On top of the dress she was wearing a silver sweater. (Why was she dreaming of Slytherin colors?) Her hair was pulled up and she didn't have any shoes on. The sun was setting in the distance, turning the trees dark purples and deep browns as she sat on the grey blanket in front of her; a slight breeze started blowing some of the leaves around in front of her. She had no idea where she was but she finally felt at peace. She could stay here forever. She watched the stars glow brighter as the sun sunk below the horizon. Just as she had laid down when she heard his voice.

"You look great you know," she looked up at Draco in his black suit. His hands were in his pockets as he walked up to her. "Green is a good color on you."

"Am I dreaming?" She couldn't take his eyes off of him. "Is this real? Why am I wearing Slytherin colors?"

"A dream can be real. As for the colors, you must have some deep dark desire to either be in Slytherin, or have a Slytherin in you." He smirked as he sat next to her; she was blushing furiously and it amused him. "Where are we?"

"I thought you might know," she smiled. For some reason, she felt safe near him.

As he pushed his hair back some, she noticed his nails were long and almost silver. For a moment she was scared but it passed quickly. "Nope, your dream."

"Why are you here; why I am I here?" She moved closer to him.

He smiled at her. "You said you needed me, so I'm here."

"Are you dead?" She looked into his eyes, they were black. She didn't remember them being black before.

"Why are you asking a hundred questions? Enjoy being here." He took her head in his hands and kissed her. His mouth was warm when her tongue entered. Something was not right in his mouth: his teeth were sharp but she didn't care. Her mind started spinning as his hands moved down her arm. Suddenly she felt something pierce her skin. It didn't matter. She moaned with want. Out of nowhere, she heard a loud buzzing coming from behind him. Her grip tightened as he started fading in front of her.

"No." She called out as she awoke with a start. The alarm was going off. She smacked the snooze button and laid on her back, looking at the ceiling. She was losing her mind. She was dreaming of a boy that terrorized her at school.

Not only was she dreaming about him, but she imagined he would kiss her. Draco would never touch her with a ten foot pole. As she blinked away the remains of Morpheus' embrace, she tried to remember what day it was. After a few minutes it hit her; it was Saturday. She forced herself out of bed and got dressed in a flash, putting on jeans, a purple sweater, and pulling her hair up off her shoulders.

It was the Saturday she was going to see Lucius. When she first started, they wouldn't let her see him; they said she wasn't family. She was going to give up but Lucius insisted that she was family. He had told them Draco was engaged to her before the war.

She laughed when he told her because Draco would never be caught dead near her, much less engaged to her; however, she knew Lucius was lonely, which is why he lied. On her way out, she grabbed a few books and a blanket, shrunk them and placed them in her pocket, put her cloak on, and made her way outside the castle walls. She was walking to the gates when she had that odd feeling again, only this time, it was stronger. It made something inside of her jump.

Hermione turned and scanned the area behind her. The feeling usually went away when she looked around but this time it stayed; it made her knees weak. She shook her head and dismissed it. It was left over from the dream; that's all it could be, she rationalized. She pushed opened the gate, stepped over the threshold, and apparated to Azkaban.

Outside the prison, she was greeted by one of the guards. "Ms. Granger," he nodded his head at her. "How are you today?" Despite his position in Azkaban, he was a short man of about fifty, and he dragged his left foot behind him as he walked.

"Fine and you Mr. Shackle?" She knew all the guards but she did like Shackle the best.

"Can't complain miss." He showed her to Lucius cell.

"Mr. Shackle may I bring some warmer clothes for Mr. Malfoy?" She watched Shackle intently for a reaction.

"I don't see why not, but I have to ask anyway. Mrs. Malfoy used to, may she rest in peace." He smiled at her. "I'll let you know at your next visit. Now, you know the drill miss." His hand was out, waiting for her to follow procedure. Without a moment's hesitation, she pulled out her wand and handed it to him. "Enjoy your visit miss. Call if you need me."

"I will, thank you." Hermione ducked her head in response as she entered the cell. It was always cold and damp in Azkaban but she swore they made the cells worse to torture the prisoners. She shivered as her eyes adjusted to the darkness.

"Ms. Granger." She saw Lucius stand from his bed and come over to her. He kissed her hand and led her to the chair next to his bed. "How is teaching going?"

She had thought about telling him about the feeling she was having, but he might just brush her off like Harry. Plus it was just the feeling she was being watched; nothing too serious. Harry was right she was being paranoid. "I'm so glad I choose to go into teaching instead of working for the Ministry. Thank you so much for your advice; it was spot on." He started grinning and she followed suit.

"I thought the Ministry would be boring for a witch like yourself," his grin widened as he flippantly brushed off her praise. "Anything else going on?"

That was strange question, she thought, but soon shook it off and went on to gossip about the goings-on in the castle. Lucius seemed to enjoy hearing about the outside world and he loved when she gave him the ministry gossip Harry would tell her. He laughed and said that the Ministry would never change.

Unfortunately she was only allowed to visit for thirty minutes; but before the thirty minutes were up she reached into her pocket and brought out the books and blanket, wandlessly enlarged them, and handed them over to him.

"Oh bless you would I do without you? You keep me going." He looked down at the books in his hands and smiled, "I don't deserve you." She saw tears in his eyes. "We were horrible to you; you were tortured in my home while I stood by and did nothing. I have never said it Hermione, but I am so sorry."

"Mr. Malfoy, it's ok. I'm sorry I never could find Draco."

"It's alright my dear; wherever he is, I hope he is doing well."

"I'll see you next month Mr. Malfoy." The door to the cell started to open as she stood up.

Lucius walked her to the door and gave her a proper, low-sweeping bow. "Till next time my dear." He kissed her hand and she exited his cell.

Azkaban, even without the dementors, could pull any happy feelings out of you. It left you drained and depressed when you left. This time Hermione was being walked out by a guard named Herbert. He was young and one of the few that worked there that enjoyed his job.

"It's nice of you to come, miss." He smiled at her as he was letting her out.

"I try." She smiled back.

"I guess you will be coming soon with your husband?" He winked at her.

"My what?" She just stopped.

"Mr. Malfoy's son, I heard he was back." He looked at her.

"No, the Ministry declared him dead. That's probably what you're thinking about." She laughed some, she sounded nervous.

"No, Garland saw him with Mr. Malfoy a week ago." He looked confused.

"Maybe he was mistaken, where is the sign in sheet?" She was shaking some as he showed her the sign in sheet. She scanned back four weeks to her last signature, he wasn't on the sheet anywhere. A part of her wanted to see his name or even his handwriting.

"That's odd, he was sure that it was Draco in there." He looked at her. "Sorry miss, he must have been seeing things."

She smiled and nodded at him and walked outside. The water hit her in the face and the wind cut through her cloak. She stood outside a few minutes thinking about what had happened. Mr. Malfoy never said anything to her about Draco visiting. She would have thought that would have been the first thing he had said to her. The spray of water was soaking her cloak, she felt chilled down to her bone. She made her way to the apparating point, her mind was all over the place. Garland use to be an Auror and a good one at that. He never missed anything but he had to be wrong.

When she got outside the gates she realized she was shaking some. She went to her rooms and changed. She sat in front of her fire watching the orange flames dance and pop in front of her. She pulled out a notebook by her chair and started writing. She wrote down everything she knew, she knew that someone who looked like Draco was seen visiting Lucius but on the sheet she had been the only one who had visited in the last month. She was having dreams about Draco, very erotic dreams about Draco. She hadn't had those since fifth and sixth year. The feeling, she couldn't fight the feeling. All of it meant nothing, the feeling was from being back at school, her dreams were sparked by the newspaper article and the man in the cell could have been a new guard. She needed a vacation and she hadn't been teaching a full month yet.