Love Me.

Chapter 3

*****Slytherin Common Room. Boys Dormitory.*****

Hermione may have been drifting it to good dreams but Draco was having a full out Nightmare. He lay in his bed tossing and turning.

****Dream*****

He was standing at the end of a large hallway. On either side of him were doors. Cell Doors. He began walking down the hallway. Stealing glances from inside the cells.

Inside each was someone he knew, whether it was his family or a friend. Then he came to a few cells that held potter and weasley. He wondered what they were doing there. The cell next to potter's was empty, but a name on the door said Hermione Granger. Draco stopped confused. Why if the others were filled, was Hermione's empty?

He was about to turn around and go back the way he came when he heard a blood-curtailing scream from down the hall. He ran to down the hall and came to a door. It was slightly different from the others, because you could not see in to it. Draco put his hand on the handle and opened the door. He had a quick glimpse of the room before the door slammed shut behind him and locked itself.

It was a large circular room with no windows or any other doors, besides the one he came in. There were a few wholes lining the bottom of the room and there was no ceiling just a large opening of which Draco could see the moon and stars. When he looked back to the floor he noticed that someone was lying on the floor. It was Hermione. He carefully walked forward but before he could get very far a large dark shape fell from the ceiling knocking Draco back to the floor.

He looked up and almost stopped breathing. The thing that fell was a enormously large black bird with a very large sharp beak that opened and let out a terrible shriek. Draco was frozen to the floor and he remember he didn't have a wand and that Hermione was still on the floor in front of the monster. "Hermione!" He shouted at her. She grimaced and opened her eyes, then looked at him. "Get Up and move!" he shouted again. She shook her head indicating that she couldn't move.

The ground shook as the monster moved closer to Hermione who looked at him sadly. 'Hermione! Please move!" Draco chocked. The bird brought its head up about to bring it down on Hermione's chest. "I love you." she said. Then the bird's beak came down right above her heart. It tore the skin and blood skirted out. She screamed then all was silent.

The bird's beak came back up and hanging from it was Hermione's heart. Draco stared at it and the bird flung the heart up and swallowed it. Then it shrieked and flew away. When he had finally gained control of his legs he got up and ran to Hermione's body. There was a big whole in her chest and blood was still spilling out of it and he could see pieces of her organs. He stared at her still trying to understand what had happened.

He looked to the sky and saw little things about as tall as his knee come climbing from the edges of the walls. There were about 20 of them. They ran right at him and Hermione. They grabbed Hermione and pushed him aside. Then began moving all around her body. Draco couldn't see what. Then when they moved away from her, all he saw was a pile of bones. They had eaten her skin and insides leaving nothing but the bones.

Then the little creatures turned around and looked at him. They grinned evilly. Draco got up and back up against the wall. The little buggers ran at him and lashed o to his body and began eating it. He tried to shake them off but that had lashed on very tightly. Draco fell to the floor there was nothing else he could do. He was going to die and he knew it. The little creatures ate at him for about five minutes before he was reduced to bones.

******Slytherin Common Room. Boys Dormitory******

Draco sat bolt right up in bed. He was shaking all over and sweat was pouring down his face and backside. The dream. He thought. It was so real. He got out of his bed and went to the little wash basin beside his bed. He washed his face and dried then went and sat on his bed. It was horrible that dream he thought. And he knew he wasn't going to get any more sleep tonight. So he laid down and just looked up at the roof of his canopy bed.

*****Great Hall*****

When Draco entered the Great Hall the next Morning and Sat at the Slytherin Table he looked like a walking corpse with deep circles under its eyes. "Draco." Crabbe said. "You look horrible." Draco glared at Crabbe. "That's very nice of you to say that. I didn't sleep well." He placed his arms on the table and put his head on top of it and sighed. He was so tired that he could just fall asleep right there.

But then the food appeared and Goyle prodded him back to consciousness. "What?" he snapped. "Food." Goyle said. Draco looked and saw that today for breakfast they were serving Ham, bacon, eggs and sausages. Goyle and Crabbe piled their plates High and began wolfing them down. When he looked at the sausages he got a queasy feeling in his stomach like he was going to throw up.

His faced turned green and he looked away, because it reminded him of something from his dream. "Whats wrong Draco?" Crabbe asked looking at his green face. "I'm not feeling well." he said and got up and sprinted out of the Great Hall. He ran the length of the halls and burst into the boys toilets. He went locked himself inside one of the stalls, not a moment to late before he threw up horribly in the toilet.

He wiped his mouth with some toilet paper and flushed it. Then he sat down on the floor and leaned his head against the cool wall. The dream had, had a higher toll on him the he had thought. The sausages when he had looked at them reminded him of what he could see of Hermione's organs in the dream. It's just a dream" he muttered "Just a silly dream that's all"

Draco wondered if the dream was trying to tell him something. If it was, it was telling him not to fall in love with Hermione or she would die. He shuddered. He didn't want he anything to happen to her. Then he stopped himself. Why did he care about her anyway? She was just a stupid know- it-all and that was that. He had no reason to like her, though her bushy brown hair and deep brown eyes were some what attractive.

"No!" he said. "I have to stop thinking about her. No. Man why did I even ask to see her today?" he stopped talking and was silent, then a voice opened up in the back of his brain. "Because you love her." it said. "No I don't." Draco muttered. He didn't want to love Hermione. Why did it have to be Hermione? Why couldn't it have been someone else? He hated Hermione. He hated her friends. He hated having crushes. He liked being mean and bulling people. He like Hermione. "Ah. I don't like her!" he shouted to himself.

Then an image of that giant bird tearing out Hermione's heart came back to him and he felt sick again, but it was not because of the blood it was because he knew he liked Hermione and there was nothing he could do about it. Draco laid on the cold floor of the stall and closed his eyes. He told himself if he was to like Hermione that he was not going to let anything happen to her. He would protect her somehow and not let that dream become really. She would not die. Cause if she did he could not live with himself.

Draco groaned. He hated thinking that if Hermione died there would be a chance that he would kill himself in grief. But he knew if he really did care for Hermione that would happen. And he didn't want that to happen to him or her. Right now he was filled with mixed emotions, trying to decide what was best to do. "I might as well tell her." he muttered, "I mean she could feel the same way." at the moment he felt tears welling up in his eyes. "Funny thing." he said opening his eyes. "Crying when you have mixed emotions." he closed his eyes and let the tears go not doing anything about them and he fell asleep thinking he could just stay here for the morning and lunch then go and meet Hermione.