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Dream A Little Dream. [About you.]
The night is dark, disableling me from seeing anything. I curse myself for stupidity. My wand is but a memory left behind under my pillow. Never would I leave such a precious object out for anyone's filthy hands. Without my wand, I am helpless... Feh.. As if I could be helpless....
Now where am I? A cold draft blows through the room, if I look out the open window I can see the stars. Bright orbs of gas burning softly in the night's sky. The clouds of the night, forming things in the night's blissful darkness. Stars. To one with magick, they mean so much more then to a Muggle. Far more then navigation. They predict the future, tell our past, reveal the truth in every human's [Muggle or not] soul.
Astronomy... The tower. That is where I must be. No other place in the school has such an arrangment of the midnight clouds played before it. How foolish I am, that it took me so long to figure it out. However, even without a watch, I know it is far past curhew and by the way my eyes ache to be shut, past my usual departure from the concious world.
The sound of footsteps brings me from my sleeply state. They fall delicately across the floor, as if it might break if the person steps to hard. It was certainly not Filch, his footsteps fall hard and fast. A perfect warning of him coming around the corner. One might think he would try to be quiet, sneek up apon the students. No.. He sounds like a rampaging mammoth.
Mrs. Norris? No. The pitter-patter of four padded feet is definately missing from this scene. The steps are human. A girl.. I know that for sure, the way the fall lightly apon the marble floor, how they take their time with each step. They reek of feminity.
Before I can jump into a spot of hiding [Not that I would ever hide.] the door to the tower is open. In slips the petite frame of a young woman. Before the light of her wand reveals her young face, I know who it is. Years of hidden obsession does have its beniefets.
Hermione Granger. My mind races. What is she doing up here so late into the night? It was not like her to break rules. My lips curve upward into a smirk to think of such a thing. There may be hope for her yet... Not that she had not done such things before. In her first year she had lied to teachers, one to be exact, suprised me the most. McGonagall, her favourite professor.. What a shock it was to me, to hear such a thing.
Still, she was not with anyone... All alone. She moves quietly to the window, allowing the light from her wand to light her way....
My eyes have adjusted to the lack of light. Such is my life, the light is little, only enough to give one a tiny flash of hope, but slim all the same. The darkness is not a problem, one gets used to it, just like my eyes currently were.
Finally, I could make out the frame of her body. What a frame it was.... If I could blush, I might have blushed at the comment. Feelings are far behind me, just like love, most of them left me long ago. Still.. in the moonlight shining across her body, with that of the eerie shadow her wand was shedding across her face, it was all to perfect.
In my thoughts, a loud clang rings out. My stupidity reigns supreme once again. Stupid thoughts, blocking my actions, making knock over a set of copper scales. My blood runs colder, then normal, and I freeze. I was caught.
Just as I expected she turns in my direction, her wand held high, pointed in my direction. Such a beautiful look in on her face, once mixed with determination, anticipation, with a notch of fear..It makes me yearn for her all the more.
Sadly, for me, she catches sight of who I am. Instead of suprise, fear, or something else that I expected from her face, a small smirk was played across her lips. Why the smirk? She knew I could get her in trouble, though I never would. It would be sealing my own fate with it.. Still the smirk? Why?
She couldn't be glad to see me, could she? No... It was well known she liked another... Still, the smirk might prove everyone wrong..My thoughts once again carry away my mind, and before I know it she stands in front of me.
"You." Her voice sends my mind into a rush. Her soft breath blows softly across my face, sending goosebumps down my spine. Her breath, the perfect scent of peppermint.. Of course it was like perfect her, to have such hygene. It would not be a suprise if she brushed her now normal sized teeth three or four times a day. With such imperfections one might have, one must always accent their perfections. Trust me, I am one to know..
Her smirk still does not vanish, as she sees me close my eyes, taking in a deep breath. Damn her, having such an affect one me.. Why her? Only one other girl has really caught my fancy, why does it have to be her? I can still see her smirking, even when all I see is the back of my eyelids.
"Hmmm.. Quiet aren't we?" I feel her soft, cool hand brush lightly against my cheek, my breath catches in my throat as I hear her laugh. This must be so funny, that she can have such control over me, when no other truely can. Who does she think she is...?
Even with my anger, I do not want her to pull away, still she does. Oh cruel world. However, her skin does not leave mine for long. Soon enough her hand is trailing softly down my arm. More goosebumps. Her nails scrap ever so gentally down my skin as she leans in to whisper into my ear. " I never though I would see the day....when..."
I never hear my name, another set of shivers run down my spine. How can she have such an affect, when no other person could? The Dark Lord, could send shivers down anyone's spine, but not in this way.. The thought alone is sickening... It almost ruins the mood. Almost. "Scared of little 'ol me..." She was still speaking.. Torturing my senses.
My breathing is heavy... She has done nothing yet, nothing like she usually does. Yes, somewhere in the back of my mind I know it is a dream, but it feels so real. Her breath so light, her voice so soft, her touch so thrilling.. Nothing like I could feel when I was awake... Or would the feelings be ten fold? It does not matter. Real or not, it was happening, and I wanted to enjoy every minute of it.
Once again she leans in closer to speak, her lips so close to mine. If I am not careful, I might find myself leaning forward, capturing her lips with mine. An obsurd idea. I refuse to give into her. Still when she speaks her lips brush so lightly over mind.."Why are you so nervous, it is just me after all.."
I want to laugh softly. For more then one reason. For one, her lips feel like a butterfly patting against lips. How would I know how this feels? I did once have a heart, no matter how cold it has become.. I knew how to feel, what sunshine really felt like..
My second reason.. Her little comment. 'It is just me after all.' If only it was that simple, if only it was 'just her'. The shy one she always seems to be in the real world. The one who would never know how to do such things.. She used to remind me of a song, A Muggle one.. I had once heard one of the other students singing it.
"Shy girl. It is written on your face. A mermaid out of water, feeling out of place. Shy girl. I caught you looking for a second, felt my heart rush.."
That was the girl I yearned for, though this more forward one could drive my senses. The shy girl intrigued me more then this one every could. She was a mystery to me, her other friends, ect.. I want to solve that mystery.
However, I would never get her... it was a fact.. One set in stone, an unbreakable rule. For now I would have to settle with my dreams. Hermione in my dreams, will be the only Hermione I will ever get... The thought makes my blood boil.
In my anger I angrilly catch her lips with mine, a hand sneaking up behind her head to push her closer to me. If this is the only time I can have her, I will do with her what I wish..
A soft gasp escapes her lips as I push her closer. She may act like she hates it, but I know she is enjoying every minute of it.. Every second that ticks by is like a blissful lifetime. Never to end, how I wish it could be, but things can never be that way. Slowly, I release my hand from her head.
Anger fills me as she pulls back. Teasing little vixen.. I will change that.. I die to change that. Still she smirks, she made me loose control, and she could do it a thousand times over and over.. I hate her for it. I will wipe the smirk off her face. I swear to anything that will listen. I will wipe that smirk off her face.
Though her lips pulled back, she did not. I can feel her porcelin hands trailed down my chest. My hearts beat faster. Even over the fabric, I can feel the goosebumps return. I want to stop her, I really do, but I have no control over these matters.. A thought I tell myself to try and make what will happen ok..
Further south they trail, finally stopping at............
I wake up with a start, my breathing heavy. "Damnit!" I scream outloud, punching the fabric between my legs[No not there..] Once again she had done it too me. Leaving me aching, and feeling so dirty. "I will get you for this, Hermione... If it is the last thing I do.."
Author's Note: Were you expecting a full fledged lemon? Tsk. Tsk.. Those were my original plans, though I honestly suck at such things. However, I allowed my older sister to read the first chapter [You can see the comment if you look] and I promised her I would not make such a thing. Something about people my age not thinking about such things.. Honestly I am like one year younger then her.. But I think I pulled it off well.....Flame if you wish. I gave out more who it might be.. not my choice, but oh well.. ^*^ Tata for now. See you next chapter.
Dream A Little Dream. [About you.]
The night is dark, disableling me from seeing anything. I curse myself for stupidity. My wand is but a memory left behind under my pillow. Never would I leave such a precious object out for anyone's filthy hands. Without my wand, I am helpless... Feh.. As if I could be helpless....
Now where am I? A cold draft blows through the room, if I look out the open window I can see the stars. Bright orbs of gas burning softly in the night's sky. The clouds of the night, forming things in the night's blissful darkness. Stars. To one with magick, they mean so much more then to a Muggle. Far more then navigation. They predict the future, tell our past, reveal the truth in every human's [Muggle or not] soul.
Astronomy... The tower. That is where I must be. No other place in the school has such an arrangment of the midnight clouds played before it. How foolish I am, that it took me so long to figure it out. However, even without a watch, I know it is far past curhew and by the way my eyes ache to be shut, past my usual departure from the concious world.
The sound of footsteps brings me from my sleeply state. They fall delicately across the floor, as if it might break if the person steps to hard. It was certainly not Filch, his footsteps fall hard and fast. A perfect warning of him coming around the corner. One might think he would try to be quiet, sneek up apon the students. No.. He sounds like a rampaging mammoth.
Mrs. Norris? No. The pitter-patter of four padded feet is definately missing from this scene. The steps are human. A girl.. I know that for sure, the way the fall lightly apon the marble floor, how they take their time with each step. They reek of feminity.
Before I can jump into a spot of hiding [Not that I would ever hide.] the door to the tower is open. In slips the petite frame of a young woman. Before the light of her wand reveals her young face, I know who it is. Years of hidden obsession does have its beniefets.
Hermione Granger. My mind races. What is she doing up here so late into the night? It was not like her to break rules. My lips curve upward into a smirk to think of such a thing. There may be hope for her yet... Not that she had not done such things before. In her first year she had lied to teachers, one to be exact, suprised me the most. McGonagall, her favourite professor.. What a shock it was to me, to hear such a thing.
Still, she was not with anyone... All alone. She moves quietly to the window, allowing the light from her wand to light her way....
My eyes have adjusted to the lack of light. Such is my life, the light is little, only enough to give one a tiny flash of hope, but slim all the same. The darkness is not a problem, one gets used to it, just like my eyes currently were.
Finally, I could make out the frame of her body. What a frame it was.... If I could blush, I might have blushed at the comment. Feelings are far behind me, just like love, most of them left me long ago. Still.. in the moonlight shining across her body, with that of the eerie shadow her wand was shedding across her face, it was all to perfect.
In my thoughts, a loud clang rings out. My stupidity reigns supreme once again. Stupid thoughts, blocking my actions, making knock over a set of copper scales. My blood runs colder, then normal, and I freeze. I was caught.
Just as I expected she turns in my direction, her wand held high, pointed in my direction. Such a beautiful look in on her face, once mixed with determination, anticipation, with a notch of fear..It makes me yearn for her all the more.
Sadly, for me, she catches sight of who I am. Instead of suprise, fear, or something else that I expected from her face, a small smirk was played across her lips. Why the smirk? She knew I could get her in trouble, though I never would. It would be sealing my own fate with it.. Still the smirk? Why?
She couldn't be glad to see me, could she? No... It was well known she liked another... Still, the smirk might prove everyone wrong..My thoughts once again carry away my mind, and before I know it she stands in front of me.
"You." Her voice sends my mind into a rush. Her soft breath blows softly across my face, sending goosebumps down my spine. Her breath, the perfect scent of peppermint.. Of course it was like perfect her, to have such hygene. It would not be a suprise if she brushed her now normal sized teeth three or four times a day. With such imperfections one might have, one must always accent their perfections. Trust me, I am one to know..
Her smirk still does not vanish, as she sees me close my eyes, taking in a deep breath. Damn her, having such an affect one me.. Why her? Only one other girl has really caught my fancy, why does it have to be her? I can still see her smirking, even when all I see is the back of my eyelids.
"Hmmm.. Quiet aren't we?" I feel her soft, cool hand brush lightly against my cheek, my breath catches in my throat as I hear her laugh. This must be so funny, that she can have such control over me, when no other truely can. Who does she think she is...?
Even with my anger, I do not want her to pull away, still she does. Oh cruel world. However, her skin does not leave mine for long. Soon enough her hand is trailing softly down my arm. More goosebumps. Her nails scrap ever so gentally down my skin as she leans in to whisper into my ear. " I never though I would see the day....when..."
I never hear my name, another set of shivers run down my spine. How can she have such an affect, when no other person could? The Dark Lord, could send shivers down anyone's spine, but not in this way.. The thought alone is sickening... It almost ruins the mood. Almost. "Scared of little 'ol me..." She was still speaking.. Torturing my senses.
My breathing is heavy... She has done nothing yet, nothing like she usually does. Yes, somewhere in the back of my mind I know it is a dream, but it feels so real. Her breath so light, her voice so soft, her touch so thrilling.. Nothing like I could feel when I was awake... Or would the feelings be ten fold? It does not matter. Real or not, it was happening, and I wanted to enjoy every minute of it.
Once again she leans in closer to speak, her lips so close to mine. If I am not careful, I might find myself leaning forward, capturing her lips with mine. An obsurd idea. I refuse to give into her. Still when she speaks her lips brush so lightly over mind.."Why are you so nervous, it is just me after all.."
I want to laugh softly. For more then one reason. For one, her lips feel like a butterfly patting against lips. How would I know how this feels? I did once have a heart, no matter how cold it has become.. I knew how to feel, what sunshine really felt like..
My second reason.. Her little comment. 'It is just me after all.' If only it was that simple, if only it was 'just her'. The shy one she always seems to be in the real world. The one who would never know how to do such things.. She used to remind me of a song, A Muggle one.. I had once heard one of the other students singing it.
"Shy girl. It is written on your face. A mermaid out of water, feeling out of place. Shy girl. I caught you looking for a second, felt my heart rush.."
That was the girl I yearned for, though this more forward one could drive my senses. The shy girl intrigued me more then this one every could. She was a mystery to me, her other friends, ect.. I want to solve that mystery.
However, I would never get her... it was a fact.. One set in stone, an unbreakable rule. For now I would have to settle with my dreams. Hermione in my dreams, will be the only Hermione I will ever get... The thought makes my blood boil.
In my anger I angrilly catch her lips with mine, a hand sneaking up behind her head to push her closer to me. If this is the only time I can have her, I will do with her what I wish..
A soft gasp escapes her lips as I push her closer. She may act like she hates it, but I know she is enjoying every minute of it.. Every second that ticks by is like a blissful lifetime. Never to end, how I wish it could be, but things can never be that way. Slowly, I release my hand from her head.
Anger fills me as she pulls back. Teasing little vixen.. I will change that.. I die to change that. Still she smirks, she made me loose control, and she could do it a thousand times over and over.. I hate her for it. I will wipe the smirk off her face. I swear to anything that will listen. I will wipe that smirk off her face.
Though her lips pulled back, she did not. I can feel her porcelin hands trailed down my chest. My hearts beat faster. Even over the fabric, I can feel the goosebumps return. I want to stop her, I really do, but I have no control over these matters.. A thought I tell myself to try and make what will happen ok..
Further south they trail, finally stopping at............
I wake up with a start, my breathing heavy. "Damnit!" I scream outloud, punching the fabric between my legs[No not there..] Once again she had done it too me. Leaving me aching, and feeling so dirty. "I will get you for this, Hermione... If it is the last thing I do.."
Author's Note: Were you expecting a full fledged lemon? Tsk. Tsk.. Those were my original plans, though I honestly suck at such things. However, I allowed my older sister to read the first chapter [You can see the comment if you look] and I promised her I would not make such a thing. Something about people my age not thinking about such things.. Honestly I am like one year younger then her.. But I think I pulled it off well.....Flame if you wish. I gave out more who it might be.. not my choice, but oh well.. ^*^ Tata for now. See you next chapter.
