Disclaimer: I own nothing, all credit to J.K Rowling for the creation of the Harry Potter universe. I just found a plot for this ship.

Warning: There is an M rating for a reason. The story will NOT contain rape or sexual violence. Lemons and fluff expected. Basically what you would expect from most romance novels nowadays.
There will also be the use of profanity.

Music speaks to my muse.

This chapters song was: It Was Always You, Maroon 5
Lyric of choice: Woke up from a dream with a different kind of feeling.

Grammarly is my Beta...7-17

Chapter 10
Dream of Me

Hermione was burning, she watched as he watched her. His eyes were a dark silver and she felt her breath hitch as she saw the desire they held in their depths.

She parted her lips and let out a little gasp as he lowered his head, he nibbled at her jaw and she could tell that he was smirking. Blasted man, he knew he was driving her crazy, he knew that she was burning waiting for him to do something. Anything! And then she felt his hands, his fingertips brushing up under her jumper, pushing it up as he left a trail of fire on her stomach.

She arched and then let out a small moan. He chuckled and his lips moved closer to hers.

"Shall I kiss you then?"

She was panting, she had never felt this rush of intense emotion. She had read about this, of course, she had read but the feeling of his hands as they moved up her, slowly settling over her breasts which were in lace cups.

And his lips, his lips were so soft, so wonderful. Why wouldn't he kiss her?

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Draco knew he was dreaming, but he also knew he rather liked this dream. He let his hands fall over her breasts, she was wearing lace, he liked that. Good on him to think of that and buy her all the lace knickers he had. His lips were hovering over hers and her breath was teasing him. It was sweet, like honey. Her lips were full and he wanted to taste those too. But she had to ask for that. He wasn't just giving kisses away after all.

"Shall I kiss you then?" He asked teasingly.

He watched her pant with her lust, reveling in the fact that it was all for him.

Her nipples were hard under his own and he bloody well liked that too. That he could create this response in her. She looked wild and she was still fully dressed.

Suddenly he had to get the jumper off of her. He pulled his hands away ignoring her moan of frustration and yanked at her soft jumper, pulling it over her head and then almost moaning himself as he got a look at her lace covered tits.

"Beautiful."

His voice was husky and his hands were shaking as he settled them back over her.

She wasn't just beautiful she was fucking exquisite!

Hermione arched at the cool air as it hit her and then she felt her heart hitching as she watched him staring at her. His face going wild and his nostrils flaring.

"Beautiful."

And she felt that way, his eyes told her how beautiful she was. She smiled at him and lifted her hand pushing at his hair which was falling around his face.

"Touch me."

She wasn't sure where that had come from, this boldness. But she was glad she said it because he didn't disappoint her as he settled his hands on her and she was sure he was going to burn the lace off of her.

His breathing was now as ragged as hers and she pulled him down, desperate for a kiss.

He smirked at her again and at the last second buried his lips on her neck, sucking gently.

"Draco! Kiss me!"

Draco almost laughed at her demand. But, he didn't deny her request. Oh no, after a little nibble of her neck he moved up her neck and then sweetly took her mouth in his. She did taste like honey, he thought as he sucked at her lower lip and then thrust his tongue into her mouth.

She was unsure at first but then got bolder and when she nibbled at his lips he about embarrassed himself. He broke the kiss quickly and shifted, deciding that he wanted to feel her skin on his so he sat up and yanked his shirt off and over his head. Then he reached behind her and removed the lace bra tossing it aside.

When her eyes widened he found himself growling at her and then settling back over her taking her hiss as their skin touched into his mouth. His hands tangled in her hair and he held her head still so he could kiss her senseless. She was shifting and her legs moved up his and he let out a small groan.

Her hands were on his back, her nails scraping against his skin. Not hard enough to leave marks but enough to let him know that she was losing her control.

Good, he wanted her at the point where she couldn't think.

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Hermione jerked awake and sat up breathing hard. She looked around and then sank back against her pillows as she realized that she had just been dreaming. Wow, she thought wiping her face which was sweating with the back of her hand as she closed her eyes and shifted, desire coursing through her. She hoped shagging Draco was as fantastic as it had been in her dreams. If so, she might actually not mind being married. She tossed and turned for a bit before she finally fell back asleep, with wet knickers.

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Draco groaned and slammed his hands down in frustration as the dream ended and he jerked awake. He was breathing heavily and hard just the sheets on top of him hurt.

Fuck!

He was not a man who was used to denying himself anything and he was having to do some serious self-control over his libido lately. He tried to calm himself and then gave up, yanking the sheets away and heading for a cold shower. He wasn't sure that he was allowed to wank off or he would have been doing that.

Two more nights. Two more bloody nights and he would have her at his mercy.

The clock outside his room rang four times and he groaned. Dammit, there was no point in even going back to bed after he got Junior under control. It was going to be another long day, he thought, as he headed for another cold shower. He was taking rather a lot of those lately.

When he snapped for coffee his father gave him an amused look that Draco ignored as he settled into his breakfast.

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Hermione was frustrated. That dream last night had seemed so real. She almost asked George if he had slipped something into her drink last night but hadn't had the nerve to send the owl. Besides, if he had, he would ask for a report and she was not about to tell him what had happened in her dream.

She tapped her quill on her desk and frowned. She had been in lace and it had felt so decadent.

On a whim, she shoved away from her desk and headed to her floo. "Ginny!" She yelled after asking for The Burrow.

The woman came into view frowning. "Hermione? What is going on?"

Hermione smirked. "Want to go shopping for Muggle lingerie?"

Ginny found a smile and then threw back her head laughing. "When would I ever say no to that? Let's get sushi while we are out. I'll just run and tell mum we are meeting for lunch."

Hermione grinned and sat back at her desk, thankful she could floo from her office. At a pop, she jumped and then turned to smile at Niffy.

"Good morning Niffy!"

Niffy smiled at her. "Good morning mistress. Do you need Niffy to bring you lunch?"

Hermione shook her head. "No, I am going to head off to do some shopping with Ginny for lunch and then I have my final fitting this afternoon."

Niffy nodded and then held out a note. "Master sent this."

Hermione took it and then the elf was gone with a grin and a pop. She opened the note and then gasped as she read it.

I dreamed about you last night.

Might I request that you make sure you own lace knickers?

D

Oh, dear Merlin! What was she to make of that? She spent the entire time until lunch getting nothing accomplished as she considered all the possibilities.

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Ginny showed up right on time and the girls rushed out heading into Muggle London from the Leaky. Hermione told Ginny about the dream and Draco's note and waited, chewing her lip with nerves, as Ginny looked away thoughtfully.

"You think he knew you were going shopping?"

Hermione shook her head. "No, I think he had the same dream as me!"

Ginny laughed shaking her head. "Hermione, that's not possible. More like he just had a naughty dream and you both find lace knickers sexy."

Hermione frowned and then shrugged realizing that Ginny was probably right.

"Oh let's talk about something else before people wonder why I am blushing like a school girl. How are things with Harry, has he met her yet?"

Ginny's face fell a bit. "No, actually he hasn't. He sent Percy as his solicitor to meet with the family."

Hermione paused as they headed into the restaurant and frowned. "He didn't go too?"

Ginny shook her head walking up to the hostess and nodding at the woman when she gestured them over to a table. After they were seated Ginny frowned her face a mixture of disgust and sadness. "No, Mione, he didn't. George went and met Constance though. I think they got on well."

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An hour later the two were giggling as they tried on a barrage of lace and satin. Hermione bought more knickers then she ever had before and ten new bras. Ginny even splurged blushing as she pulled out a muggle credit card.

"It's Goyle's." She whispered and Hermione shook her head.

She had to call Niffy to take her purchases back to her house and was a little embarrassed that the elf knew what she had been doing. But Niffy's smirk told her that it would all be kept a secret and so she didn't worry for too long.

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She hugged Ginny goodbye and went back to work for a few hours, The dress fitting was at three and she got there early so that she could meet Narcissa and her mother. To say she was nervous for this encounter was putting it mildly. She got basically nothing done leading up to the afternoon appointment.

They were at a Muggle shop in Chelsea; because the dress was pretty much all her parents were allowed to pay for, and her mother had decided it would be a designer one. Luckily for Hermione there wasn't time to custom make one or she might have spent the better part of a year in dress fittings.

Her reception dress had been finished first and if she had thought that the two women had been a pain over that dress it was nothing to their demands over her actual wedding gown. The only thing Hermione had put her foot down over was the length of the train, which had started out fairly long. The color was a soft Ivory, which she had agreed with Narcissa looked much better on her then a harsh white. There was embroidering on the dress that Hermione thought must have been done by magic, Narcissa had taken care of that herself after a dress had been decided on and if the woman who was fitting the dress to her found that odd she never said anything.

Obviously magic was involved in that as well, but Hermione knew better than to say something. Although she did sigh when her mother turned to whisper with Narcissa Malfoy about something she didn't like and then smirked as the other woman pulled out her wand and fixed a line that had bothered her mother.

"You two are a menace," Hermione hissed at the now grinning women as she stood on the platform.

Her mother shushed her and glanced gratefully and Narcissa. "We are not! It's brilliant. Cissy, I have to insist you let me borrow you to help me make sure my dresses are perfect."

Hermione watched in shock as Narcissa smiled and her eyes flashed with amusement. "Absolutely, Helen dear. I would love to be of assistance. When is your final fitting?"

Helen's smile was wide and grateful. "Tomorrow at three."

Hermione shook her head and stood still as she was circled and poked at. Finally when the dress was found to be perfect she was allowed to step down and change into her day dress. But if she thought that she was off the hook for the evening she was sorely mistaken.

"Hermione dear I noticed that you wear a lot of these types of dresses, would you mind if we added a few more to your wardrobe?"

Hermione didn't have time to deny Narcissa before her mother was clapping her hands in excitement. "Oh, Hermione, that's a wonderful idea. It's been ages since you went shopping for new things for work. Let's go and raid the shops."

"But I was going to meet Draco for dinner," Hermione said helplessly looking for any way out of this predicament.

Narcissa waved her off and said very clearly. "Niffy dear, please tell my son that his fiancé will be detained this evening."

Hermione sighed as her lie was neatly exposed and detached by her soon to be mother in law. She was sure Draco would get a good laugh out of Niffy's message and then she wondered if she could possibly send up a flare for help as her mother grabbed her arm and they indeed went off to raid all the shops.

And when Narcissa Malfoy swept into a shop, she indeed got anything and everything she wished to purchase.

And with a wave of her wand and Helen's, "Oh, wouldn't it look better with two more inches off the hem?" Hermione found that her new wardrobe was going to be much sexier than her previous one.

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Draco looked up as Niffy popped into his office and frowned. Dean was there working on the schedule so that Draco wasn't interrupted on his Honeymoon.

"Anything wrong Niffy?"

Niffy huffed and then smirked. "Masters Mother wanted him to know that Mistress won't be able to meet him for dinner."

Dean looked up confused. "Oh, damn, were you meeting Hermione for dinner?"

Draco frowned. "Not to my knowledge?"

Niffy's smirk widened. "Mistress wanted to get out of shopping and tried to tell the mothers that she was having dinner with master."

Draco started to grin as Dean sat back shaking his head.

"That didn't work out for her did it?" Draco asked Niffy.

The elf nodded and then was gone leaving the two men to laugh as they each thought of Hermione being dragged around to go shopping against her will.

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Ding dong the bells will ring.