Chapter 4:
Hermione woke up with a faint euphoric feeling that she had been through a series of dreams that had her aligned with the Slytherin pureblood blonde. She could get used to this; she thought idly but immediately shucked the horrific idea. Bad bad Hermione, she scolded herself. What was she thinking? Malfoy? Merlin, no! Not in a million years. Although, she dreamily reflected, as she lay back down, the dream itself was fabulous. Stretching, her eyes closed in bliss, remembering what transpired during the night. It was like having a fantasy replayed over and over again and you were the main character. The funny thing is, the other main character who looked and felt like Malfoy was the man of your dreams.
If only she could gag herself with a spoon or stick a finger down her throat but that didn't evoke any feelings at the moment. The Malfoy git felt different in the dream than the one in real life. He was actually nice, gallant, but still had an air of arrogance. Can't have an eager guy even one as good looking as Malfoy was, without possessing some kind of distant beauty about him now can we? With that last horrific revelation, she thought she had gone over the deep end. Shaking her head to clear herself of that icky Slytherin oily feeling, she got up out of bed and decided to douse herself awake underneath the shower to clear her senses.
There's no way she would dare tell Harry and Ron that either! They're so possessive with her and they'd turn green eyed with envy knowing that she felt that way with anyone, and worse, about Malfoy. Ron most especially would be angry with her. Infact, he was so put out yesterday when she relayed most of the scenes in the dream to them that she had to stop herself from giving out more information. Harry, Merlin bless him, was very cooperative and decided to help Hermione out. She really could do this on her own but even dream interpretation could not give her enough of what was going on. Ron became very evidently jealous, giving her scornful remarks as to the source of the so called attack upon her sleeping hours. Wanting to hex Malfoy right on the spot, his face turning quite the red shade color as his hair and Hermione rolled her eyes at him,
"Ron, we don't know if he's doing this. I saw him yesterday at the library checking out books on the same subject. This could be something that he too is experiencing."
Harry blinked, "Hermione, you know, that could very well be. In that case, I can ask Hagrid about this."
"Hagrid?" Hermione gave him a confused look. "Why Hagrid? Why not Professor Trelawney who teaches divination, I mean, that would be more of a logical choice don't you agree?"
Hermione didn't really want any of the professors to be in on this and wanted it to be kept between them. After all, in her memories of these past few evenings, she was someone who was not her but is her if that makes any sense. Maybe there's some kind of sign. Whatever it is, it was disturbing her. She really didn't want to go through any more mornings waking up thinking that Malfoy was some kind of wonderful prince who actually wanted her. Thank goodness she kept that part secret from Ron.
"Yeah but I think Hagrid would know something." Harry contemplated, pushing his glasses further up his nose.
Ron shook his head, still upset at the fresh idea that Hermione had dreams of Malfoy. "Why bother? Why can't we just hex him? If we do that, we'll know for sure if your dreams come back tonight."
"Ron! I swear! You are so thick headed."
she gave him a frustrated look wanting the urge to argue with him but decided against it. Maybe it's because he was such a typical red head that made him so hot headed and unreasonable, thinking that that was part of being so swift to react and being a Weasley were requirements for it. Experience told her to bite her tongue but there was something about Ron that just made her want to bicker back.
"What?" Ron looked as if he were hurt by her comment, then scoffed, "It's not like he doesn't deserve it!"
"I can't believe you. After all these years, you've always accused Malfoy of being privy to everything that goes completely wrong."
"And you seem to defend him at every turn!"
They looked at eachother, each slowly realizing what they had said while Harry walked further ahead of them. Hermione shook her head and tried to catch up with Harry. The rest of the day went pretty much uneventful with both Ron and her avoiding eye contact.
After a somewhat restless night, tossing and turning, it was little wonder why her head ached and wished for something that would stop these dreams. When she hurried down to meet Ron and Harry before class, Malfoy stopped her, barring her way. She was still a bit put off by his presence from yesterdays encounter so she made no attempt to stop. His sleek deep voice came in an urgent undertone,
"Granger, we need to talk."
Hermione eyed him warily but stopped in her tracks. Students from the Gryffindor and RavenClaw groups walked around by them, a few of them eyed the couple with curiosity as they passed by. Pavrati and Lavender called out,
"Better hurry you two. Professor McGonagall doesn't like tardiness."
Then they both erupted in small giggles. Malfoy and Hermione ignored them and instead looked at each other. Hermione sighed, "Okay, but it has to be important. Do you want to meet after class? I mean during lunch?"
"That would be good. How about the library?"
Nodding, Hermione started to walk towards class, her eyes darted away from his grey blue ones, for she became aware of the dream coming back to her vividly and she felt the rush of heat spread through her cheeks. Draco noted that since nothing ever left his notice. They both walked together albeit further apart in the direction of Professor McGonagall's class. Ron and Harry were waiting for Hermione at the entrance and gave the Slytherin boy a scathing look. Ron being the first to react as always chimed in,
"Where're your goons, Malfoy? Crabbe and Goyle upstairs in the astronomy tower snogging? You should go up there and find them. I think they'll need your help."
That brought a few laughs from some of the students who were passing by. Hermione gaped at Ron and gave him a glare. She knew he was extremely jealous but to taunt Malfoy like that was going overboard.
Draco sneered at Ron, "Really, Weasley, I didn't think it was your duty to take such interest in them. Why? Can't seem to make up your mind if you want to actually go both ways?"
That brought on more laughter, especially from the Slytherin group. Professor McGonagall interrupted,
"If you boys are through with your banter, I'd like class to start."
Everyone hushed up and walked to their respected seats. Hermione glanced over at Ron and nearly smiled.
Hermione woke up with a faint euphoric feeling that she had been through a series of dreams that had her aligned with the Slytherin pureblood blonde. She could get used to this; she thought idly but immediately shucked the horrific idea. Bad bad Hermione, she scolded herself. What was she thinking? Malfoy? Merlin, no! Not in a million years. Although, she dreamily reflected, as she lay back down, the dream itself was fabulous. Stretching, her eyes closed in bliss, remembering what transpired during the night. It was like having a fantasy replayed over and over again and you were the main character. The funny thing is, the other main character who looked and felt like Malfoy was the man of your dreams.
If only she could gag herself with a spoon or stick a finger down her throat but that didn't evoke any feelings at the moment. The Malfoy git felt different in the dream than the one in real life. He was actually nice, gallant, but still had an air of arrogance. Can't have an eager guy even one as good looking as Malfoy was, without possessing some kind of distant beauty about him now can we? With that last horrific revelation, she thought she had gone over the deep end. Shaking her head to clear herself of that icky Slytherin oily feeling, she got up out of bed and decided to douse herself awake underneath the shower to clear her senses.
There's no way she would dare tell Harry and Ron that either! They're so possessive with her and they'd turn green eyed with envy knowing that she felt that way with anyone, and worse, about Malfoy. Ron most especially would be angry with her. Infact, he was so put out yesterday when she relayed most of the scenes in the dream to them that she had to stop herself from giving out more information. Harry, Merlin bless him, was very cooperative and decided to help Hermione out. She really could do this on her own but even dream interpretation could not give her enough of what was going on. Ron became very evidently jealous, giving her scornful remarks as to the source of the so called attack upon her sleeping hours. Wanting to hex Malfoy right on the spot, his face turning quite the red shade color as his hair and Hermione rolled her eyes at him,
"Ron, we don't know if he's doing this. I saw him yesterday at the library checking out books on the same subject. This could be something that he too is experiencing."
Harry blinked, "Hermione, you know, that could very well be. In that case, I can ask Hagrid about this."
"Hagrid?" Hermione gave him a confused look. "Why Hagrid? Why not Professor Trelawney who teaches divination, I mean, that would be more of a logical choice don't you agree?"
Hermione didn't really want any of the professors to be in on this and wanted it to be kept between them. After all, in her memories of these past few evenings, she was someone who was not her but is her if that makes any sense. Maybe there's some kind of sign. Whatever it is, it was disturbing her. She really didn't want to go through any more mornings waking up thinking that Malfoy was some kind of wonderful prince who actually wanted her. Thank goodness she kept that part secret from Ron.
"Yeah but I think Hagrid would know something." Harry contemplated, pushing his glasses further up his nose.
Ron shook his head, still upset at the fresh idea that Hermione had dreams of Malfoy. "Why bother? Why can't we just hex him? If we do that, we'll know for sure if your dreams come back tonight."
"Ron! I swear! You are so thick headed."
she gave him a frustrated look wanting the urge to argue with him but decided against it. Maybe it's because he was such a typical red head that made him so hot headed and unreasonable, thinking that that was part of being so swift to react and being a Weasley were requirements for it. Experience told her to bite her tongue but there was something about Ron that just made her want to bicker back.
"What?" Ron looked as if he were hurt by her comment, then scoffed, "It's not like he doesn't deserve it!"
"I can't believe you. After all these years, you've always accused Malfoy of being privy to everything that goes completely wrong."
"And you seem to defend him at every turn!"
They looked at eachother, each slowly realizing what they had said while Harry walked further ahead of them. Hermione shook her head and tried to catch up with Harry. The rest of the day went pretty much uneventful with both Ron and her avoiding eye contact.
After a somewhat restless night, tossing and turning, it was little wonder why her head ached and wished for something that would stop these dreams. When she hurried down to meet Ron and Harry before class, Malfoy stopped her, barring her way. She was still a bit put off by his presence from yesterdays encounter so she made no attempt to stop. His sleek deep voice came in an urgent undertone,
"Granger, we need to talk."
Hermione eyed him warily but stopped in her tracks. Students from the Gryffindor and RavenClaw groups walked around by them, a few of them eyed the couple with curiosity as they passed by. Pavrati and Lavender called out,
"Better hurry you two. Professor McGonagall doesn't like tardiness."
Then they both erupted in small giggles. Malfoy and Hermione ignored them and instead looked at each other. Hermione sighed, "Okay, but it has to be important. Do you want to meet after class? I mean during lunch?"
"That would be good. How about the library?"
Nodding, Hermione started to walk towards class, her eyes darted away from his grey blue ones, for she became aware of the dream coming back to her vividly and she felt the rush of heat spread through her cheeks. Draco noted that since nothing ever left his notice. They both walked together albeit further apart in the direction of Professor McGonagall's class. Ron and Harry were waiting for Hermione at the entrance and gave the Slytherin boy a scathing look. Ron being the first to react as always chimed in,
"Where're your goons, Malfoy? Crabbe and Goyle upstairs in the astronomy tower snogging? You should go up there and find them. I think they'll need your help."
That brought a few laughs from some of the students who were passing by. Hermione gaped at Ron and gave him a glare. She knew he was extremely jealous but to taunt Malfoy like that was going overboard.
Draco sneered at Ron, "Really, Weasley, I didn't think it was your duty to take such interest in them. Why? Can't seem to make up your mind if you want to actually go both ways?"
That brought on more laughter, especially from the Slytherin group. Professor McGonagall interrupted,
"If you boys are through with your banter, I'd like class to start."
Everyone hushed up and walked to their respected seats. Hermione glanced over at Ron and nearly smiled.