Her mouth was moving, but the words were a jumble. Everything coming out of her mouth sounded like the sounds of the rain, still beating his ears. She spoke kindly however, the way her lips moved when she was upset and worried. Her eyebrows kinked ever so slightly.

She was the most beautiful being.

Hermione granger was like a goddess that evening.

Every inch of her body was like a world of hope for Draco, the only hope he had anymore.

Suddenly he shuddered.

Lily.

She was gone.

He couldn't imagine the look on Kye's face if she knew.

He looked back at Hermione as she took his hand in her own, stroking it gently. She smiled softly, placing his hand over her heart.

"Feel this Draco Malfoy." She said softly, the light from the candles dancing in her brown eyes. He looked down and then back up into her eyes again, as he lay in his soft white linen bed. He paused and felt her heart beating softly in his palm.

Oh how he prayed that heart would never stop beating.

He smiled softly up to her as the candlelight danced over her silky cheeks. It was then that suddenly all his doubts, all of his regrets, vanished in sheer seconds, and there she was, the one he loved. The one who took his breath away and buried his soul deep within her own flesh, never letting him go.

For the rest of his life he would be trapped by her beauty.

A/N: The next two chapters are both very mushy. :)

Chapter Thirty Six

Nightmare in My Head

The way she moves,

And the way she speaks,

A whisper,

Has me aware…

And every time she smiles,

My heart lifts,

And my soul is at ease.

The thoughts that Hermione hadn't been the one in his bed the other night, weren't even drifting through his head as he lat there, stroking Hermione's face with the back of his hand softly, his silver eyes scanning her face up and down so passionately.

She smiled slightly, looking relieved and gentle.

It was then that Draco watched the whole of Hermione's face begin to alter. Where her beautiful face once was, there appeared a muddled smudge of figure, compressed and changing more and more with every second. The next moment he felt the entire of his insides twisting and turning in a sickening motion.

There they were, those round, big emerald orbs with a yellowing glow, staring at him, the candlelight now dancing in the blackness of those pupils.

Those ever so familiar pupils.

He felt his chest caving in and out as he sat up, putting his weight on the palms of his hands, which were rested behind him on the bed. His breath was heavy and fluttering. She smiled softly at him, her face inches from his own, as they just stared at one another. He felt his eyes scanning over her face, Hermione's soft skin replaced by smooth porcelain, and rosy cheeks.

He swore that he could smell her aroma in his nostrils, as his breathing grew heavier and heavier and still he said nothing at all, just starred at her in disbelief.

She wasn't smiling anymore, just staring, her eyes growing dim in the light and her face no longer lifted.

"What happened?" She whispered suddenly, moving closer to him on the bed.

He moved back slightly, not sure what was going on, then inched forwards a little, touching his fingertips to her lips gently, just to see if he wasn't dreaming.

"What's going on?" She asked, her eyes beginning to water as his fingertips ran down her chin, his eyes scanning up her face. "What's going on, where am I? Draco. . . tell me what I'm doing here."

He watched as she leaned back on the bed, looking at her hands, her face filled with a fear he had never witnessed before.

She let out a soft whimper, as she raised her hands up to her face, gasping at the sight of transparency. Her breathing began to grow hoarse as her eyes filled with tears, which flowed down her face elegantly.

He reached out his hands to hold her as she collapsed onto him, her body shaking beneath him and her whimpers growing louder and louder.

"Am I. . ." She cut off, looking back up at him. ". . . dead?"

Draco opened his mouth to answer.

"You let me die?" She shrieked, sitting up and getting to her feet. "You let me die?"

Draco felt shocked, as he watched her spluttering and crying in front of him, her face filled with fear.

"Draco!" She wailed. "Please help me! Please do something! Draco!"

He covered his ears at the sound of his own name being hollered over and over again.

"Draco!"

He closed his eyes.

"Draco!"

Suddenly, he sat up swiftly in his bed in the hospital wing. He looked around, shocked for a moment. Hermione stood over top of him, her eyes wide.

"Draco?" She said softly. "Are you alright? I came in to see how you were doing, and I think you were just having a nightmare."

Draco blinked a few times, rubbing his eyes with the backs of his hands and taking a deep breath. His sheets were covered in sweat as he sat up slowly, everything coming into focus in the dim lighting of the Hospital Wing.

Hermione placed her arms on his shoulders as he lifted himself up, looking concerned and worried. He smiled slightly to let her know he was ok. She smiled back, wiping the hair out of his eyes as he watched her in the candle light. The feeling of her hands on his face was such a comfort he felt as though he could drift back to sleep almost instantly. She giggled softly, stroking his ears and holding his face with both of her hands. She planted a small kiss on his nose.

He smiled brightly, his face lighting up for the first time in awhile.

"Are you alright?" She whispered, the feeling of her rubbing his face making his eyes drift closed again.

He nodded softly.

She pressed her forehead against his, warm and soft.

What was up with that dream he had just experienced?

What had it meant?

He didn't understand.

It had felt so real.

But in another moment he was engulfed in a passionate kiss, one so warm and so soft against his lips, he felt all of his insides melt and his stomach turn gently.

He smiled against Hermione's soft lips, placing his hands on her cheeks, the feeling of her eyelashes against his face.

As she pulled away, his eyes remained closed, as she planted little kisses on his chin and nose.

"You're so beautiful" She said softly, stroking his cheek. "How can any boy be so beautiful?"

He grinned widely, as she gave him another peck on the cheek, standing up slowly and taking his hand in her own.

"Now, you get some sleep." She said softly, backing up until she had reached the exit "Don't get yourself into too much trouble."

He smirked slightly, as she disappeared out the door silently.

It was then that there was a knocking at the door.

Draco sat up swiftly, adjusting the blankets over his body.

He waited for some one to enter.

He smirked as James appeared in the doorway, smiling as he walked over to where Draco was laying.

"What's up man?" He asked kindly, shaking Draco's hand as he sat down on the edge of the bed. "Heard that Kye's horse got away."

Draco felt his smile fading.

"Don't worry man, they will find her." Said James, patting Draco's back ruffly. "But, that's not actually why I came to see you, Draco."

Silver eyes looked up and met brown at the sounds of those words. Why did he suddenly have that feeling?

James didn't wait for a response before he continued speaking.

"Its my dreams." He whispered, leaning in closer to where Draco was sitting. "I thought they would go away, but they just keep getting worse. They are always in my head, they never stop."

Draco felt his heart once more begin beating fast in his chest.

"They, just, keep coming, each one worse then the next, about her, and her death." Said James, as he took a deep breath. "Its like. . ." He paused, as though it was hard for him to say. "It's like, she's around me all the time, trying to tell me something, like she screaming to me to help her. She's always in pain, and its killing me. She wails at me to help, help her and I just keep doing nothing because I don't know what's going on."

Draco looked down at his hands.

"Draco," He muttered, leaning in even closer. "I think she may be stuck."

Draco felt his eyes widen at the sound of those words.

"Stuck?" He mumbled. "That's cant be possible. A witch or wizard haven't been stuck for a thousand years, since the ghosts who travel around our school."

"I know." Said James. "But she keeps telling me, in this one dream I keep having. We are in the great hall, where she died, and she keeps saying over and over. 'It was him. It was him'. I don't know what she means, but she's suffering Draco I know it, I swear I've even seen her when I'm awake, when I'm wandering or eating or bathing, she's always there, as if she's following me."

Draco blinked, his eyes watering at the thought.

"She's suffering." James said softly, his eyes also beginning to water as he sniffed quietly. "She's suffering and I know it and there's nothing I can do for her because I'm useless! She's everywhere calling for my help!"

James threw a sudden punch into the hospital wing wall, leaving a large impression in the wood. Blood splattering across its white surface.

Draco watched as the tough ex-Durmstrang student collapsed back, his face now rested in his palms as he wailed in front of Draco, his red blood flowing down his arm and dripping onto the bed beside Draco's leg.

Draco didn't know what to do, how to help.

He didn't know what to believe anymore.