Hermione was no idiot. She knew that if Harry did indeed dream about
Malfoy, there was no way he'd tell - voluntarily, anyway. But that was
okay, Hermione knew what she needed to do to properly find out just what he
dreamed last night.
Hell, she could do it without magic even! The trick to it was proper wording. And Hermione was great at that.
It was finding out what Draco dreamed about that would be hard.
"Charms first this morning," said Harry as the three of them sat down to breakfast. Hermione nodded.
"Yeah, and then you guys have no class until after lunch, right?" Hermione replied.
Ron nodded. "But does that mean you have another class then?"
"A different branch of math - calculus. I heard it was quite a challenge," said Hermione. She showed them the course book; it was very large.
"It certainly looks hard," said Harry, his eyes widening.
"I suppose only 7th and 8th years are taking that, besides you?" added Ron.
Hermione nodded, and Ron shook his head in disbelief. "Mad. Bloody insane," he muttered.
Indeed, Hermione heard that, but decided to say nothing and scowled a bit instead. She was busy deciding how to shift the conversation to dreams. 'Mustn't make him too suspicious, I only need to know if Draco was in his dreams at all,' she thought briefly.
"Suppose we should get to class about now?" Harry asked after a few minutes. Ron nodded, draining his goblet of pumpkin juice.
"K, just let me get my things," Hermione nodded, and then purposely made a show of making a face at a tall Slytherin girl who passed by. "You would not believe what I had a dream of the other night!" she said angrily, and pointed after the girl, who was her (almost) sworn enemy. "Dreamed I beat her up pretty badly."
Hermione saw Harry's face go through some odd expressions - she noticed he looked hesitant to say anything and then he looked as though he was dying to say it - and then he nodded.
"Speaking of dreaming, I had a really weird dream too," Harry said. Hermione, because of her intelligence, noted that Harry said 'weird' and not 'bad' dream. That was a good thing. "Malfoy was in it."
"Ack! Must've been a nightmare," said Ron as the three of them began walking to charms.
"That's the weird part of it," Harry said hesitantly. "In my dream, Malfoy was actually being . . . nice. . ."
Ron's and Hermione's eyes both widened (Though Hermione did that on purpose). "That's screwed up, Harry," Ron said, nodding. "That still is a nightmare!"
"Yeah, it defiantly was a weird dream."
'But did you LIKE it?' Hermione wanted to ask, but knew she couldn't. That would make him WAY too suspicious. Well, at least she could be content that the spell did work for Harry, which probably meant that it would work for Draco too.
Hermione wondered briefly if Harry and Draco would actually talk to each other about what their dreams meant, and wondered what would happen if they did. Figuring they wouldn't do that - yet, anyway - she was safe for now.
They sat down in the middle of the room - Hermione noticed Draco sat near them, two rows behinds Harry - and waited for the class to begin.
'Wow, if I made a list of everything Draco did that made it obvious he likes Harry . . . ' Hermione thought to herself, 'I'm sure the list would be as long as this room is wide.' And the room was very wide indeed.
The charms class was actually very enjoyable, as Professor Flitwick taught them an interesting but easy to do charm that would make small models come to life. Different variations of the charm would make different things come to life for different amounts of time.
And Draco's eyes were on Harry's back the entire time.
When the bell rang, Hermione jumped up quickly, saying, "My next class - all the way across - see you at lunch and don't get in trouble!" and then off she ran.
In truth, her class wasn't that hard to get to (Well, only if you knew about the secret passageway through the tunnel in the corridor outside the Hufflepuff dormitory, but still) but she wanted to see if she could see if Draco had a dream about a certain somebody.
"Hey, Malfoy!" she called out, and he whirled around, and glared at her when he noticed Harry wasn't there.
"What do you want?" he asked.
"You dropped your quill," said Hermione, pointing innocently to the quill on the ground.
"That's not my quill, must be someone else's. Now, I have to go." Draco said, glaring.
"Might as well take it, you can never have too many quills," Hermione said, a bit anxiously. Much to her relief, Draco scowled and picked up the quill.
"Whatever. I only do have one quill left." He muttered as he walked off, and Hermione grinned happily as she ran to make it to her class on time. Her plan had worked partially, now she just had to trust on luck that the rest of it would work.
As it turned out, it didn't work, at least, it hadn't come lunchtime. Hermione proceeded to bore Harry and Ron with complex calculations and theories she had learned the previous hour.
'Darn!' thought Hermione as she talked about theories, 'I hope I didn't learn how to make a transmitting quill for nothing!'
However, after their afternoon classes, while they were doing homework before dinner, Hermione's quill began to shake a little. This meant, of course, that it was getting ready to transmit. It jumped up, and Hermione quickly laid out a blank parchment paper for it to begin writing on.
'Yes, Malfoy is using the quill now. Wonder what he's using it for . . .'
The quill began writing, and Malfoy's neat cursive/print mix writing began appearing on the parchment.
'Last night, my dream was much more different than previous nights.' It began.
"Malfoy keeps a dream diary?" Hermione wondered aloud, quietly. Well, just when she thought she'd never be surprised again!
'It indeed had Harry in it, but in a much different context than usual.'
The words appeared slowly, as if Draco was taking his time deciding how to write this down.
'I was much amazed to find that Harry was . . . naked . . .'
Hermione drew in a breath. 'Too much information' she thought, but continued to read anyway. First, however, she glanced to make sure that no one was looking. No one was. Then she wondered if Malfoy was up in the boys dormitory writing that.
When she looked back to the page, there was quite a bit more, a bit more scrawled, as if Malfoy was trying to get out with it as fast as he could. She skimmed it over, picking out important info, and blushing as she read it.
'I don't get why that happened, as many of my dreams before were simply he and I talking, but . . . I rather . . . liked that dream.'
Hermione realized she was very red from reading that, and fanned herself a little, muttering the spell to cancel the transmitting spell
'Well, that certainly answered my question,' Hermione thought to herself, and her eyes widened. 'I wonder if Harry's dream was like that.'
"Hey, Hermione, you look really warm. Are you okay?" Ron asked.
"No, no, I'm fine. Just a bit too close to the fire," Hermione said. "I was kind of caught up in my work and . . ." She trailed off, surreptitiously hiding the parchment with Draco's writing on it. "Time for dinner in a few minutes, right?"
Ron nodded. "Are you sure your okay, though? Should you go see Madam Pomfrey?"
"Nah, I'll be fine, really. Where's Harry?"
"He's putting away his books - he'll be down in a minute."
Hermione listened. She could hear, after a minute -
"Potter! What are you doing here?"
"Just getting my stuff! There's no law against that, is there Malfoy?"
"Well, get it and leave. I like a little bit of privacy sometimes!"
"Why, so you can write in your diary?"
"Get out!"
Harry came downstairs a few seconds later, his face flushed with anger. "What gives HIM permission to rule the room," he muttered angrily, eyes flashing. "Let's go," he said to Hermione and Ron, seeing them over by the fire.
"Just let me put my stuff away," Hermione said, shoving books into her bag, and making sure to get the paper with Draco's writing on it well-hidden.
A few minutes later, they were making their way down to the Great Hall for dinner, Harry still complaining on.
Which only helped to convince Hermione that indeed, Harry did have quite the same dream as Malfoy did, and she blushed bright red again.
Ahhhh, Malfoy had a naughty dream =p I was considering writing a fic about that . . . what do you think? Should I? Review and tell me please! ^^
Hell, she could do it without magic even! The trick to it was proper wording. And Hermione was great at that.
It was finding out what Draco dreamed about that would be hard.
"Charms first this morning," said Harry as the three of them sat down to breakfast. Hermione nodded.
"Yeah, and then you guys have no class until after lunch, right?" Hermione replied.
Ron nodded. "But does that mean you have another class then?"
"A different branch of math - calculus. I heard it was quite a challenge," said Hermione. She showed them the course book; it was very large.
"It certainly looks hard," said Harry, his eyes widening.
"I suppose only 7th and 8th years are taking that, besides you?" added Ron.
Hermione nodded, and Ron shook his head in disbelief. "Mad. Bloody insane," he muttered.
Indeed, Hermione heard that, but decided to say nothing and scowled a bit instead. She was busy deciding how to shift the conversation to dreams. 'Mustn't make him too suspicious, I only need to know if Draco was in his dreams at all,' she thought briefly.
"Suppose we should get to class about now?" Harry asked after a few minutes. Ron nodded, draining his goblet of pumpkin juice.
"K, just let me get my things," Hermione nodded, and then purposely made a show of making a face at a tall Slytherin girl who passed by. "You would not believe what I had a dream of the other night!" she said angrily, and pointed after the girl, who was her (almost) sworn enemy. "Dreamed I beat her up pretty badly."
Hermione saw Harry's face go through some odd expressions - she noticed he looked hesitant to say anything and then he looked as though he was dying to say it - and then he nodded.
"Speaking of dreaming, I had a really weird dream too," Harry said. Hermione, because of her intelligence, noted that Harry said 'weird' and not 'bad' dream. That was a good thing. "Malfoy was in it."
"Ack! Must've been a nightmare," said Ron as the three of them began walking to charms.
"That's the weird part of it," Harry said hesitantly. "In my dream, Malfoy was actually being . . . nice. . ."
Ron's and Hermione's eyes both widened (Though Hermione did that on purpose). "That's screwed up, Harry," Ron said, nodding. "That still is a nightmare!"
"Yeah, it defiantly was a weird dream."
'But did you LIKE it?' Hermione wanted to ask, but knew she couldn't. That would make him WAY too suspicious. Well, at least she could be content that the spell did work for Harry, which probably meant that it would work for Draco too.
Hermione wondered briefly if Harry and Draco would actually talk to each other about what their dreams meant, and wondered what would happen if they did. Figuring they wouldn't do that - yet, anyway - she was safe for now.
They sat down in the middle of the room - Hermione noticed Draco sat near them, two rows behinds Harry - and waited for the class to begin.
'Wow, if I made a list of everything Draco did that made it obvious he likes Harry . . . ' Hermione thought to herself, 'I'm sure the list would be as long as this room is wide.' And the room was very wide indeed.
The charms class was actually very enjoyable, as Professor Flitwick taught them an interesting but easy to do charm that would make small models come to life. Different variations of the charm would make different things come to life for different amounts of time.
And Draco's eyes were on Harry's back the entire time.
When the bell rang, Hermione jumped up quickly, saying, "My next class - all the way across - see you at lunch and don't get in trouble!" and then off she ran.
In truth, her class wasn't that hard to get to (Well, only if you knew about the secret passageway through the tunnel in the corridor outside the Hufflepuff dormitory, but still) but she wanted to see if she could see if Draco had a dream about a certain somebody.
"Hey, Malfoy!" she called out, and he whirled around, and glared at her when he noticed Harry wasn't there.
"What do you want?" he asked.
"You dropped your quill," said Hermione, pointing innocently to the quill on the ground.
"That's not my quill, must be someone else's. Now, I have to go." Draco said, glaring.
"Might as well take it, you can never have too many quills," Hermione said, a bit anxiously. Much to her relief, Draco scowled and picked up the quill.
"Whatever. I only do have one quill left." He muttered as he walked off, and Hermione grinned happily as she ran to make it to her class on time. Her plan had worked partially, now she just had to trust on luck that the rest of it would work.
As it turned out, it didn't work, at least, it hadn't come lunchtime. Hermione proceeded to bore Harry and Ron with complex calculations and theories she had learned the previous hour.
'Darn!' thought Hermione as she talked about theories, 'I hope I didn't learn how to make a transmitting quill for nothing!'
However, after their afternoon classes, while they were doing homework before dinner, Hermione's quill began to shake a little. This meant, of course, that it was getting ready to transmit. It jumped up, and Hermione quickly laid out a blank parchment paper for it to begin writing on.
'Yes, Malfoy is using the quill now. Wonder what he's using it for . . .'
The quill began writing, and Malfoy's neat cursive/print mix writing began appearing on the parchment.
'Last night, my dream was much more different than previous nights.' It began.
"Malfoy keeps a dream diary?" Hermione wondered aloud, quietly. Well, just when she thought she'd never be surprised again!
'It indeed had Harry in it, but in a much different context than usual.'
The words appeared slowly, as if Draco was taking his time deciding how to write this down.
'I was much amazed to find that Harry was . . . naked . . .'
Hermione drew in a breath. 'Too much information' she thought, but continued to read anyway. First, however, she glanced to make sure that no one was looking. No one was. Then she wondered if Malfoy was up in the boys dormitory writing that.
When she looked back to the page, there was quite a bit more, a bit more scrawled, as if Malfoy was trying to get out with it as fast as he could. She skimmed it over, picking out important info, and blushing as she read it.
'I don't get why that happened, as many of my dreams before were simply he and I talking, but . . . I rather . . . liked that dream.'
Hermione realized she was very red from reading that, and fanned herself a little, muttering the spell to cancel the transmitting spell
'Well, that certainly answered my question,' Hermione thought to herself, and her eyes widened. 'I wonder if Harry's dream was like that.'
"Hey, Hermione, you look really warm. Are you okay?" Ron asked.
"No, no, I'm fine. Just a bit too close to the fire," Hermione said. "I was kind of caught up in my work and . . ." She trailed off, surreptitiously hiding the parchment with Draco's writing on it. "Time for dinner in a few minutes, right?"
Ron nodded. "Are you sure your okay, though? Should you go see Madam Pomfrey?"
"Nah, I'll be fine, really. Where's Harry?"
"He's putting away his books - he'll be down in a minute."
Hermione listened. She could hear, after a minute -
"Potter! What are you doing here?"
"Just getting my stuff! There's no law against that, is there Malfoy?"
"Well, get it and leave. I like a little bit of privacy sometimes!"
"Why, so you can write in your diary?"
"Get out!"
Harry came downstairs a few seconds later, his face flushed with anger. "What gives HIM permission to rule the room," he muttered angrily, eyes flashing. "Let's go," he said to Hermione and Ron, seeing them over by the fire.
"Just let me put my stuff away," Hermione said, shoving books into her bag, and making sure to get the paper with Draco's writing on it well-hidden.
A few minutes later, they were making their way down to the Great Hall for dinner, Harry still complaining on.
Which only helped to convince Hermione that indeed, Harry did have quite the same dream as Malfoy did, and she blushed bright red again.
Ahhhh, Malfoy had a naughty dream =p I was considering writing a fic about that . . . what do you think? Should I? Review and tell me please! ^^