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Blood. I received a note from Feynor earlier. He told me that SunShine
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On to the fic! Yeah, I know. It took me a long time to update, but I was suffering from the syndrome of the blank page. It sucks! Well, I'm back in the writing game. I hope.
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Draco's POV
I know it's her. I've waited for her to come to me all my life.
When I was still a little boy, the Dreams started. In each and every one of them, there was a woman with red hair calling to me, pleading me to help her. Sometimes, there was another woman with long brown hair and green eyes whispering softly to me. After I woke up, I never remembered what she told me. It was driving me mad.
The first time I saw Willow, I had to slap myself not to pass out. She looked so much like the girl in my dreams. But I thought I was wrong. Willow Rosenberg was muggle-born. She couldn't have been sending me dreams.of course, it could have been someone else, but I don't know why they would do this.
But then, the hat sorted her in Slytherin. There must be something special about her, because I never thought I would see the day when a mudblood would be sorted into my house.
I still watch her as she sleeps. She might not be the woman in my dreams, but she is beautiful. And amazing. And extremely strange. Her mood swings could scare a Death Eater away. Or would attract him to her. I think that is what scares me. Willow has darkness in her. I don't know how much, but enough to catch Voldemort attention, I'm sure. I'll die before he can have her.
She isn't his servant. I can see that now. I can't believe I took her for a spy and asked her about it. I thought for sure that she was here to watch on me and Professor Snape and a couple of Slytherins out of the game. Voldemort knows some of us won't ever bear the dark mark. Only Snape has it, but he is a spy. That's different. But I think Voldemort suspects him. I can see it now. She does have darkness in her, but she doesn't let it control her. I know she can't be a dark witch.
I like her. I really do. Ok, she is weird. She stayed friends with Granger. But I respect her choice. Willow is smart. Granger is too and she's loyal. She won't get hurt having the know-it-all Gryffindor as a friend. I respect Granger too. not that I would *ever* admit it out loud.
I'm disappointed that Willow isn't the woman of my dreams.well, I think. But apart from that, she's perfect. I'll be damned if she doesn't become my girl. But I won't beg. Please, Merlin! Let her be my girl!
* * *
When Draco came in the infirmary, he saw the redhead trying to walk. She was trembling from weakness. "What are you doing?!"
Willow looked up, startled and fell on the floor as she lost her balance. He rushed to her and helped her stand up. She grumbled a bit, but didn't resist. "I swear, you're worst than the nurse. Are you going to tell me to go to bed and force feed be a dreamless sleep potion?"
Draco laughed. "Come on! I'm not that bad. I just care for my new friend. I wouldn't want her to die before I got to know her better."
"Oh really?" She smiled gently at him. "Thanks, Draco. At least, I know someone from Slytherin likes me and it's the Slytherin King in person. Parkinson will have my gut." He lifted an eyebrow and she conceded. "Ok, maybe not. But she'll try."
He led her to the bed and helped her settle down comfortably. He sat down on the chair next to her bed. For a moment, she seemed lost in space, but Draco could see her mind working furiously. "Willow, we can't let the Slytherins know about our friendship. It would be dangerous for you and for me as well."
"Are you a spy?"
The question startled him. "How did you. Snape. He told you when he came yesterday." She nodded. "We're just a couple of Slytherins who doesn't want to become Death Eaters. I'm one of them. I would die before following my father's path."
"I understand, Draco. Don't worry. And you don't have to hid anything from me."
She stopped talking, but the blond boy could feel she wasn't finished. She was debating inside herself if she trust him. For a moment, it hurt him, but then he knew that they weren't exactly friends two days before. He put his hand on hers and came closer, letting her know that her secret was safe and that she didn't to yell it on the roof. "Tell me what you want, Willow and when you want. I'll be there whenever you feel sure you can trust me."
She smiled gratefully at him. "It's not that I don't trust you. It's just. I feel silly. I've been having those really strange dreams. I need your help."
Draco froze. The way she said it. He'd remember that voice everywhere. "So it is you," he whispered.
"Huh?"
"I've been having dreams too. There was always a red haired girl asking me for help. I don't know about what though. But it's you. I can feel it." She frowned. "Stop looking at me like that. I'm not crazy."
"I don't think you're insane. It just becomes more and more confusing." He looked down and saw her playing nervously with the ring around her finger. "Was there a woman in your dreams?"
"Yes. With green eyes. She's always whispering to me, but I can't hear her."
Willow closed her eyes. "It does makes sense. It's confusing, but helping at the same time. I hope you understand what I mean."
"A little explanation wouldn't hurt."
The redhead took a deep breath. "Ok, here we go. Hang on because it may be a tough ride."
On to the fic! Yeah, I know. It took me a long time to update, but I was suffering from the syndrome of the blank page. It sucks! Well, I'm back in the writing game. I hope.
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Draco's POV
I know it's her. I've waited for her to come to me all my life.
When I was still a little boy, the Dreams started. In each and every one of them, there was a woman with red hair calling to me, pleading me to help her. Sometimes, there was another woman with long brown hair and green eyes whispering softly to me. After I woke up, I never remembered what she told me. It was driving me mad.
The first time I saw Willow, I had to slap myself not to pass out. She looked so much like the girl in my dreams. But I thought I was wrong. Willow Rosenberg was muggle-born. She couldn't have been sending me dreams.of course, it could have been someone else, but I don't know why they would do this.
But then, the hat sorted her in Slytherin. There must be something special about her, because I never thought I would see the day when a mudblood would be sorted into my house.
I still watch her as she sleeps. She might not be the woman in my dreams, but she is beautiful. And amazing. And extremely strange. Her mood swings could scare a Death Eater away. Or would attract him to her. I think that is what scares me. Willow has darkness in her. I don't know how much, but enough to catch Voldemort attention, I'm sure. I'll die before he can have her.
She isn't his servant. I can see that now. I can't believe I took her for a spy and asked her about it. I thought for sure that she was here to watch on me and Professor Snape and a couple of Slytherins out of the game. Voldemort knows some of us won't ever bear the dark mark. Only Snape has it, but he is a spy. That's different. But I think Voldemort suspects him. I can see it now. She does have darkness in her, but she doesn't let it control her. I know she can't be a dark witch.
I like her. I really do. Ok, she is weird. She stayed friends with Granger. But I respect her choice. Willow is smart. Granger is too and she's loyal. She won't get hurt having the know-it-all Gryffindor as a friend. I respect Granger too. not that I would *ever* admit it out loud.
I'm disappointed that Willow isn't the woman of my dreams.well, I think. But apart from that, she's perfect. I'll be damned if she doesn't become my girl. But I won't beg. Please, Merlin! Let her be my girl!
* * *
When Draco came in the infirmary, he saw the redhead trying to walk. She was trembling from weakness. "What are you doing?!"
Willow looked up, startled and fell on the floor as she lost her balance. He rushed to her and helped her stand up. She grumbled a bit, but didn't resist. "I swear, you're worst than the nurse. Are you going to tell me to go to bed and force feed be a dreamless sleep potion?"
Draco laughed. "Come on! I'm not that bad. I just care for my new friend. I wouldn't want her to die before I got to know her better."
"Oh really?" She smiled gently at him. "Thanks, Draco. At least, I know someone from Slytherin likes me and it's the Slytherin King in person. Parkinson will have my gut." He lifted an eyebrow and she conceded. "Ok, maybe not. But she'll try."
He led her to the bed and helped her settle down comfortably. He sat down on the chair next to her bed. For a moment, she seemed lost in space, but Draco could see her mind working furiously. "Willow, we can't let the Slytherins know about our friendship. It would be dangerous for you and for me as well."
"Are you a spy?"
The question startled him. "How did you. Snape. He told you when he came yesterday." She nodded. "We're just a couple of Slytherins who doesn't want to become Death Eaters. I'm one of them. I would die before following my father's path."
"I understand, Draco. Don't worry. And you don't have to hid anything from me."
She stopped talking, but the blond boy could feel she wasn't finished. She was debating inside herself if she trust him. For a moment, it hurt him, but then he knew that they weren't exactly friends two days before. He put his hand on hers and came closer, letting her know that her secret was safe and that she didn't to yell it on the roof. "Tell me what you want, Willow and when you want. I'll be there whenever you feel sure you can trust me."
She smiled gratefully at him. "It's not that I don't trust you. It's just. I feel silly. I've been having those really strange dreams. I need your help."
Draco froze. The way she said it. He'd remember that voice everywhere. "So it is you," he whispered.
"Huh?"
"I've been having dreams too. There was always a red haired girl asking me for help. I don't know about what though. But it's you. I can feel it." She frowned. "Stop looking at me like that. I'm not crazy."
"I don't think you're insane. It just becomes more and more confusing." He looked down and saw her playing nervously with the ring around her finger. "Was there a woman in your dreams?"
"Yes. With green eyes. She's always whispering to me, but I can't hear her."
Willow closed her eyes. "It does makes sense. It's confusing, but helping at the same time. I hope you understand what I mean."
"A little explanation wouldn't hurt."
The redhead took a deep breath. "Ok, here we go. Hang on because it may be a tough ride."
