Chapter 3: Trying something different with Draco/Hermione pairing.
Romance/Angst/Mystery/Tragedy/humour (that last part is on occasion) ^_~
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"It's just that I've been having these strange dreams, I mean, nightmares because it's about Malfoy and me."
"Oh no, Hermione! Malfoy did something. He probably cursed you and sent some kind of spell to get at you. Cause he hates muggle borns. I'll kill him."
Yelped Ron angrily, his face flushing at the thought of Malfoy intruding in Hermione's dreams but Harry contemplated,
"No I don't think it's anything like that, Ron. If anything, Malfoy wouldn't want anything to do with Hermione."
Ron made an expression of confusion, and Hermione looked at them hesitantly,
"Well, if it's any consolation, I've decided to jot down in my dream journal all the details of my dreams. I'd like to share it with you two but firstly, I'm hesitant as of the nature of them."
Harry looked at her with concern, "Hermione, that's what we're here for. I'm not very good at dream interpretation either but maybe we can figure this out together."
She nodded, looking at both boys and smiled. Then she leaned over to pick up her dream journal from her bag, opening it then started to recount her short tale.
"Alright. The first night of my dream……."
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(That evening)
Draco tossed and turned in his sleep, finally succumbing to the aching tiredness that begged to be whisked away to a familiar oblivion. It wasn't that he didn't want to sleep; he feared the nightmares would return. He tried doing incantations and spells to give him a profound and undisturbed sleep. Darkness enfolded as he closed his eyes and fell into a deep slumber.
(Dreaming state through the subconscious mind of Draco)
Clouds whisked around in an active flurry, creating a halo of white powder and torrential sculptured wind tunnels and this part of the dream was pleasant as Draco's dream state continued his descent into another realm.
A doorway opened, generating the movement of airstreams and soft breeze push forward like a tornado, swirling around her, dusting the bright shiny boots that tapped on the marble floors, one by one, clickety click, noisy, resounding, making her presence known.
Like the attraction of lights and sound, she demanded attention whether it was forced or not. Faces turned towards the new arrival, the sweet scent in the air wavered around them, tantalizing, seductive. And those present who had already widened their eyes at the sight of her, swallowed involuntarily, with slightly opened parched lips, and their pulses jumped. Though in that great wide expanse of a room, every one was expected who was invited. She was however tardy as was her customary method.
Her hair flew behind her, floating like the purity of a swan, grace under water, and hips in rhythm to the sing song of the wind. Lips rouged in pale pink, seductive and prim, proper without bordering over restrictive binds. It was no secret that she was desired, judging by the glances she provoked and the uncomfortable silence that ensued. There were few who could resist her. Not that beauty alone would cause this, but her gifted air, combined with power and purity that defied all reasonable judgment.
Those who were immune to her charms were amused at the idiotic display that she caused, smirking or inwardly laughing, it was no wonder that the rest of the races of creation were so gluttonous to the beauty and untouched aura of something they can't quite understand. Everything in the creation of life was a mystery and a being with higher intellect must have the means to wonder and dissect every aspect of why this is the way it is. A simpler race would only tear it apart with savagery.
With the lazy air of self satisfaction and the heady languor of sexual lust, it was not a wonder why Draco could not succumb to her magic, whilst the others had. Whether it was because he had lived quite a long time was not the reason. There were those who had seen the creation of time itself begin when he himself was not even thought of. They were reminiscing about the time they knew about a certain woman or of a certain event that she motivated in their minds. Memories were strong reminders of good things that may have happened once or twice in their pitiful lives and clinging onto those haunted with the past, gave them reason for their baser desires.
Purely intentional, he mused, she must have been the kind that knew her power and therefore used it to her advantage. Why not, he continued on in his deliberating thoughts, for purposes that would surely suit her. Even the innocents had to survive somehow in this planetary existence. Life has to feed on something, whether it was love or hate, for the need for sustenance was as vital as any energy wanting to consume and to destroy.
Draco Malfoy was an immortal who knew these things. It didn't take much to understand the tick tock of time, or the clickety click of her boots that came to halt and stood there waiting for the hushed whispers to still to a slow silence.
She was greeted with unexpected warmth for it seemed that her presence was required for this charitable pretense. Was everyone present here for some kind of reparation or the benefit for themselves, bored like he?
The noises dimmed yet began as the rest of the party walked in, a group of raucous beings, lower races, powerful with strength and predatory instinct.
Her laughter, delicate, seeming to shiver and shatter in the stale ominous air was another cause for Draco to glance over at her, in wonderment and suspicion. It was not everyday that he would have the opportunity to hear something like this and this time, in present day, returned to him as if he were to be spiraled back into a time continuum for she possessed And the cries of angels could be heard from all around…..
The walls around them seem to be breathing with twilight, the muted footfalls of unseen spirits echoed in the chapel adornment of the building adjoining, muted by the rustling murmurs of candles being lit. Shadows played like children, dark and light against serrated walls and faded murals created by human hands. Already the smells of flickering honey wafted over, smoke smoldering from the beeswax tapers, golden warmth saturated the deepening nightfall that rolled down off the mountainside.The joining voices, the multi-voiced harmony of the evening mantra lifting through the space of welcome heaven.
Some would say this is the devils favorite time of the day.....
~~~
It was then that Draco awoke again, looked at the clock and realized to his horror he had dreamed the same dream. This time it had stopped before it replayed itself again just hovering close to the end. He became angry and cursed the mudblood that haunted his sleep. If he couldn't find a way to get her out of his nightmares then he'd go to her and find out.....
Romance/Angst/Mystery/Tragedy/humour (that last part is on occasion) ^_~
~~~
"It's just that I've been having these strange dreams, I mean, nightmares because it's about Malfoy and me."
"Oh no, Hermione! Malfoy did something. He probably cursed you and sent some kind of spell to get at you. Cause he hates muggle borns. I'll kill him."
Yelped Ron angrily, his face flushing at the thought of Malfoy intruding in Hermione's dreams but Harry contemplated,
"No I don't think it's anything like that, Ron. If anything, Malfoy wouldn't want anything to do with Hermione."
Ron made an expression of confusion, and Hermione looked at them hesitantly,
"Well, if it's any consolation, I've decided to jot down in my dream journal all the details of my dreams. I'd like to share it with you two but firstly, I'm hesitant as of the nature of them."
Harry looked at her with concern, "Hermione, that's what we're here for. I'm not very good at dream interpretation either but maybe we can figure this out together."
She nodded, looking at both boys and smiled. Then she leaned over to pick up her dream journal from her bag, opening it then started to recount her short tale.
"Alright. The first night of my dream……."
~~~
(That evening)
Draco tossed and turned in his sleep, finally succumbing to the aching tiredness that begged to be whisked away to a familiar oblivion. It wasn't that he didn't want to sleep; he feared the nightmares would return. He tried doing incantations and spells to give him a profound and undisturbed sleep. Darkness enfolded as he closed his eyes and fell into a deep slumber.
(Dreaming state through the subconscious mind of Draco)
Clouds whisked around in an active flurry, creating a halo of white powder and torrential sculptured wind tunnels and this part of the dream was pleasant as Draco's dream state continued his descent into another realm.
A doorway opened, generating the movement of airstreams and soft breeze push forward like a tornado, swirling around her, dusting the bright shiny boots that tapped on the marble floors, one by one, clickety click, noisy, resounding, making her presence known.
Like the attraction of lights and sound, she demanded attention whether it was forced or not. Faces turned towards the new arrival, the sweet scent in the air wavered around them, tantalizing, seductive. And those present who had already widened their eyes at the sight of her, swallowed involuntarily, with slightly opened parched lips, and their pulses jumped. Though in that great wide expanse of a room, every one was expected who was invited. She was however tardy as was her customary method.
Her hair flew behind her, floating like the purity of a swan, grace under water, and hips in rhythm to the sing song of the wind. Lips rouged in pale pink, seductive and prim, proper without bordering over restrictive binds. It was no secret that she was desired, judging by the glances she provoked and the uncomfortable silence that ensued. There were few who could resist her. Not that beauty alone would cause this, but her gifted air, combined with power and purity that defied all reasonable judgment.
Those who were immune to her charms were amused at the idiotic display that she caused, smirking or inwardly laughing, it was no wonder that the rest of the races of creation were so gluttonous to the beauty and untouched aura of something they can't quite understand. Everything in the creation of life was a mystery and a being with higher intellect must have the means to wonder and dissect every aspect of why this is the way it is. A simpler race would only tear it apart with savagery.
With the lazy air of self satisfaction and the heady languor of sexual lust, it was not a wonder why Draco could not succumb to her magic, whilst the others had. Whether it was because he had lived quite a long time was not the reason. There were those who had seen the creation of time itself begin when he himself was not even thought of. They were reminiscing about the time they knew about a certain woman or of a certain event that she motivated in their minds. Memories were strong reminders of good things that may have happened once or twice in their pitiful lives and clinging onto those haunted with the past, gave them reason for their baser desires.
Purely intentional, he mused, she must have been the kind that knew her power and therefore used it to her advantage. Why not, he continued on in his deliberating thoughts, for purposes that would surely suit her. Even the innocents had to survive somehow in this planetary existence. Life has to feed on something, whether it was love or hate, for the need for sustenance was as vital as any energy wanting to consume and to destroy.
Draco Malfoy was an immortal who knew these things. It didn't take much to understand the tick tock of time, or the clickety click of her boots that came to halt and stood there waiting for the hushed whispers to still to a slow silence.
She was greeted with unexpected warmth for it seemed that her presence was required for this charitable pretense. Was everyone present here for some kind of reparation or the benefit for themselves, bored like he?
The noises dimmed yet began as the rest of the party walked in, a group of raucous beings, lower races, powerful with strength and predatory instinct.
Her laughter, delicate, seeming to shiver and shatter in the stale ominous air was another cause for Draco to glance over at her, in wonderment and suspicion. It was not everyday that he would have the opportunity to hear something like this and this time, in present day, returned to him as if he were to be spiraled back into a time continuum for she possessed And the cries of angels could be heard from all around…..
The walls around them seem to be breathing with twilight, the muted footfalls of unseen spirits echoed in the chapel adornment of the building adjoining, muted by the rustling murmurs of candles being lit. Shadows played like children, dark and light against serrated walls and faded murals created by human hands. Already the smells of flickering honey wafted over, smoke smoldering from the beeswax tapers, golden warmth saturated the deepening nightfall that rolled down off the mountainside.The joining voices, the multi-voiced harmony of the evening mantra lifting through the space of welcome heaven.
Some would say this is the devils favorite time of the day.....
~~~
It was then that Draco awoke again, looked at the clock and realized to his horror he had dreamed the same dream. This time it had stopped before it replayed itself again just hovering close to the end. He became angry and cursed the mudblood that haunted his sleep. If he couldn't find a way to get her out of his nightmares then he'd go to her and find out.....