A/N ok i'm back for another exciting chapter of Seeing the Enemy, not too exciting at the moment but i hope it will be soon, hehehe, i dunno, i dont even know whats gonna happen yet, got a brief idea but u neva know...
Fiery Slut : I don't know which direction the story is going yet, i am just writing it as it comes to my head so I can't guarantee anything but I hope you will like whatever I write...
Draco's lover : muchy? or mushy, anyways, i used to make him like that but readin my otha stories he sounded way too out of character, but just remember he is keeping his feelings hidden which is why he is so cruel
cami : thanks for stickin by my story... (that goes for all of ya)
Remember, 2 or more reviews to get chapter 4, cheers!
Chapter 3 - Dreaming
Draco walked through the forest, the mist covered his feet as he stumbled over ground cover bushes and shrubs. He was following the white light again. He knew he was dreaming. He had had it so many nights before. Since Hermione's death. He was always following the light through the forest but he never knew what was at the end of the route for he always woke up just as he was about to discover it. Tonight felt different though, the wind whispered chants through the leaves and the soft giggles of pixies and fairies filled the night. It was a relaxed atmosphere and Draco felt almost comfortable to walk around the forest all night. He walked on as the light grew brighter, nearing a tree that was so big it towered above the forest canopy itself. As he approached the tree opened up to become what would comically be suggested as a large elevator. He stepped inside and gripped the edges as he hurtled down into the ground below the tree roots. When reaching it he waited a few seconds, anticipating the usual jolt of leaving the dream and returning to consciousness. When it didn't come, he continued down the long passageway lit by hundreds of pixies who sat upon fungus along the walls. Draco was curious to why he was still asleep, all this was new to him for he had never slept for this long to find out more of the dreams purpose. As he approached the end of the passageway he was startled to find he was not the only one in the chasm he had just discovered.
"Draco, I have been waiting for you"
"Huh, who are you?"
"You know me..."
"I cannot see your face, step into the light?"
"I must not Draco, it is up to you, look into your heart and figure it out for yourself, for now I am but a shadow in your dreams, I wish I could be more but only you have the power to make it so..."
"H-Hermione?" Draco whispered.
Hermione stepped out of the shadows, Draco gasped. He hadn't seen her for so long, aside from the ghostly image that had flickered before him only that day, he was astounded by the vibrancy of her skin, she looked so beautiful lit up in the pixie light. Draco longed to touch her, but he knew the laws of dreams, you had to let them unravel by themselves, or you would return to consciousness and Draco, with the girl of his dreams (literally) standing in front of him did not wish to leave her.
"What did you do to me Malfoy?" she uttered, glaring at him. "I can't go up, I cant go down, I only exist here now, it is so strange, why do you keep me imprisoned in this dream world? You don't love me anymore so why keep me trapped in my own sorrow for losing you"
"Hermione, I didn't mean to trap you"
"Well why am I stuck here? I can't even leave this room"
I don't know...I - " At that point Draco was shaken roughly awake by two stocky hands.
"Noo! Hermi- Crabbe, what the hell did you do! WHAT DID YOU DO!!!"
"Huh? Draco calm down! You slept in late, we thought you were sick!"
"You FOOL! I've lost her, she's gone!"
"Who?"
"Her - no one, never mind, only the girl of my dreams!"
"Yeah, well you were asleep"
"God damn, you are so stupid! Get out! GET OUT!"
Draco pushed Crabbe from the room and slammed the door shut. He paced around the room violently kicking and punching things in his way. When he calmed down enough to just sit on his bed, staring at the seams in the bedspread, he let a single tear roll down his face. Holding back a huge racking sob he stood, dressed quickly and stormed out of the room, looking like a hurricane had just run him over. It was getting harder and harder to control his anger and pain.
As he reached the great hall. He realised he had slept in extremely late and had missed the majority of breakfast. There were a few late risers there and he sat down alone at the end of the Slytherin table to settle on a small bit of toast and a bowl of cereal. He didn't feel like eating but he knew that he should, so therefore, forced it down his throat.
He blindly made it through classes that day, trying desperately to keep his emotions under his cool icy glare that he struggled to retain. He couldn't concentrate on work. much to the annoyance of Professor's Snape and McGonagal, who were both conducting practical lessons where Draco just sat through the middle of, not taking part in any at all. Not even Snape's attempt at punishment of pairing him with Potter could make him snap out of his daze like state.
Meanwhile Potter had the same thing on his mind, Hermione. Could Malfoy's mood be influenced by what happened yesterday and from what he had discovered. He decided to do some more reading in Hermione's box to find out if she had left any clues...
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A/N Well chapter 3, sorry it was so short, it was pretty much a filler and to put down some important facts...also to explain in case u dont understand, when she wasnt able to step out of the shadows it was because Draco had doubt in his heart that it would be her, then she said to look into his heart and he realised the only thing in his heart was her, therefore allowing her to move. He controls her because she is trapped in his dream dimension...
Fiery Slut : I don't know which direction the story is going yet, i am just writing it as it comes to my head so I can't guarantee anything but I hope you will like whatever I write...
Draco's lover : muchy? or mushy, anyways, i used to make him like that but readin my otha stories he sounded way too out of character, but just remember he is keeping his feelings hidden which is why he is so cruel
cami : thanks for stickin by my story... (that goes for all of ya)
Remember, 2 or more reviews to get chapter 4, cheers!
Chapter 3 - Dreaming
Draco walked through the forest, the mist covered his feet as he stumbled over ground cover bushes and shrubs. He was following the white light again. He knew he was dreaming. He had had it so many nights before. Since Hermione's death. He was always following the light through the forest but he never knew what was at the end of the route for he always woke up just as he was about to discover it. Tonight felt different though, the wind whispered chants through the leaves and the soft giggles of pixies and fairies filled the night. It was a relaxed atmosphere and Draco felt almost comfortable to walk around the forest all night. He walked on as the light grew brighter, nearing a tree that was so big it towered above the forest canopy itself. As he approached the tree opened up to become what would comically be suggested as a large elevator. He stepped inside and gripped the edges as he hurtled down into the ground below the tree roots. When reaching it he waited a few seconds, anticipating the usual jolt of leaving the dream and returning to consciousness. When it didn't come, he continued down the long passageway lit by hundreds of pixies who sat upon fungus along the walls. Draco was curious to why he was still asleep, all this was new to him for he had never slept for this long to find out more of the dreams purpose. As he approached the end of the passageway he was startled to find he was not the only one in the chasm he had just discovered.
"Draco, I have been waiting for you"
"Huh, who are you?"
"You know me..."
"I cannot see your face, step into the light?"
"I must not Draco, it is up to you, look into your heart and figure it out for yourself, for now I am but a shadow in your dreams, I wish I could be more but only you have the power to make it so..."
"H-Hermione?" Draco whispered.
Hermione stepped out of the shadows, Draco gasped. He hadn't seen her for so long, aside from the ghostly image that had flickered before him only that day, he was astounded by the vibrancy of her skin, she looked so beautiful lit up in the pixie light. Draco longed to touch her, but he knew the laws of dreams, you had to let them unravel by themselves, or you would return to consciousness and Draco, with the girl of his dreams (literally) standing in front of him did not wish to leave her.
"What did you do to me Malfoy?" she uttered, glaring at him. "I can't go up, I cant go down, I only exist here now, it is so strange, why do you keep me imprisoned in this dream world? You don't love me anymore so why keep me trapped in my own sorrow for losing you"
"Hermione, I didn't mean to trap you"
"Well why am I stuck here? I can't even leave this room"
I don't know...I - " At that point Draco was shaken roughly awake by two stocky hands.
"Noo! Hermi- Crabbe, what the hell did you do! WHAT DID YOU DO!!!"
"Huh? Draco calm down! You slept in late, we thought you were sick!"
"You FOOL! I've lost her, she's gone!"
"Who?"
"Her - no one, never mind, only the girl of my dreams!"
"Yeah, well you were asleep"
"God damn, you are so stupid! Get out! GET OUT!"
Draco pushed Crabbe from the room and slammed the door shut. He paced around the room violently kicking and punching things in his way. When he calmed down enough to just sit on his bed, staring at the seams in the bedspread, he let a single tear roll down his face. Holding back a huge racking sob he stood, dressed quickly and stormed out of the room, looking like a hurricane had just run him over. It was getting harder and harder to control his anger and pain.
As he reached the great hall. He realised he had slept in extremely late and had missed the majority of breakfast. There were a few late risers there and he sat down alone at the end of the Slytherin table to settle on a small bit of toast and a bowl of cereal. He didn't feel like eating but he knew that he should, so therefore, forced it down his throat.
He blindly made it through classes that day, trying desperately to keep his emotions under his cool icy glare that he struggled to retain. He couldn't concentrate on work. much to the annoyance of Professor's Snape and McGonagal, who were both conducting practical lessons where Draco just sat through the middle of, not taking part in any at all. Not even Snape's attempt at punishment of pairing him with Potter could make him snap out of his daze like state.
Meanwhile Potter had the same thing on his mind, Hermione. Could Malfoy's mood be influenced by what happened yesterday and from what he had discovered. He decided to do some more reading in Hermione's box to find out if she had left any clues...
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A/N Well chapter 3, sorry it was so short, it was pretty much a filler and to put down some important facts...also to explain in case u dont understand, when she wasnt able to step out of the shadows it was because Draco had doubt in his heart that it would be her, then she said to look into his heart and he realised the only thing in his heart was her, therefore allowing her to move. He controls her because she is trapped in his dream dimension...