A/N: Thanks to all who enjoy my first HP so far. ^_~
Chapter 6:
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Hermione sat there, looking at his smug expression, wanting to wipe it off of him and show him that she wasn't in the least bit intimidated. Clearing her throat, her voice came across him crystal clear,
"I was powerful and I lived in a strange realm. It didn't seem like anything I've ever seen before and you were there but it wasn't you. I mean you looked…..," pausing, Hermione was alarmed at the change his face took on, it slightly paled and leaning forward, he interrupted,
"No. It can't be. You're actually having the same nightmare!"
Irritated that he should call it a nightmare for some odd reason; Hermione gritted her teeth and let out a heavy breath,
"Well I wouldn't exactly call it a nightmare. I mean yeah, you're in it and anything with YOU in it is terrifying but the dream itself wasn't really scary. Besides I haven't even finished telling you what the entire dream was about! How do you know if……"
"…If…you were an immortal and I'm an immortal…..and……" he watched her appalled look, listening intently and continued slowly as if he wanted to draw out her expression with the pull of a wicked surprise, "and….you and I were….."
"Say it. I dare you."
"Why don't you?"
"You git! Okay, we were in…." Hermione shivered, not from the cold but from the repulsive thought. "……love."
"Brave Gryffindor Granger."
Draco mocked tauntingly but he was inwardly displeased as well. His suspicions were confirmed and as much as he despised the little mud blood, he didn't like how she called him terrifying and disgusting. It hurt his pride. Ever since 2nd year when she threw the taunting remark that he didn't have talent and therefore daddy provides everything for him. How else was he going to show up to the damned Saint Potter? Sure he thinks the same way about her being in his dreams but a guys gotta have his ego.
This comes from being fawned on at home, where his mother doted on him, giving him everything he wanted whilst his father was a demanding figure. He did look up to both of them despite the fact that he couldn't live up to Lucius's expectations to excel in school while here sits Granger who beats him at everything. And to put the sword further in, rubbing salt in his wounds, her best friend Potty was the source of his bane.
Those thoughts alone drove him beyond comprehension and all he could think of was to lash out and hurt them. Hurt her and hate them but instead, keeping cool under a wave of distrust and animosity, Draco decided that having these nightmares were something done from Potter and Granger. In fact, he wouldn't be surprised if Weasel boy was in on it too, incompetent though he was.
He still couldn't get over the fact that Weasel turned the tables on him two years ago when he became hero for Gryffindor. He had used his creative skills to mock and taunt his enemy. Still, like always they seem to get the upper hand. You'd think he'd learn right? Shaking his head of these insipid thoughts, the focus right now was the blasted dreams that him and Granger share.
"I'd rather you didn't go to Professor Snape about it."
Hermione whispered at last, noticing his brief silence. "I'll tell Harry not to go to Hagrid."
"What?! Hagrid? What would that giant brainless oaf know?"
"Watch it, Malfoy. I don't appreciate it that you constantly like to bait and hurl insults at Hagrid."
He watched the set of her jaw, the glitter of pain in her brown eyes and relaxed, chuckled and replied with his famous irritating drawl,
"Yeah I know. I like hitting all your nerves. I find it rather fun."
Ignoring him, Hermione got up, deciding to go back out to lunch and join her two best friends. She couldn't stand being in the same room with Malfoy too long. If he wasn't so bloody irritating and such a remarkable self hating git, he'd probably be considered quite good looking in her eyes. For now, he was just what Harry and Ron called him: an arrogant git.
"Well? Shall we make a deal then? Should we work this out later? I'll let you go to your lunch and me to mine."
"Aren't you going to wish me luck?"
Hermione was getting ready to leave and stopped at what he said. "I beg your pardon?"
"My Quidditch practice. That I'll do better. Maybe I'll one day beat Harry."
"Fat chance. You waste too much time trying to show off to Harry that you can't even see the snitch even if it were right in front of you."
"Oh really? So you take great interest in noticing these things. I wonder."
Sighing and rolling her eyes, Hermione walked out of the library and received a smile from Madame Pince. Seeing Harry and Ron at the Gryffindor table just a little a ways from the rest of the students, she rushed over and took a muffin and started eating. Harry and Ron both looked at her with a smile as she took a glass of pumpkin juice and started to drink,
"Mmmm, I'm starved. What did you think of class today? Wasn't it great? I love doing transfiguration. Oh I've been so worried about trying to figure out what our animagus animal would be like."
Ron placed an arm over her, already in their 7th year they had established a somewhat on and off relationship. Ron and her were dating but they bickered often and were sometimes prone to having their separations. It was still very easy for Ron to be comfortable with their relationship. Sometimes it felt uncomfortable because they had so much tension between them. It never occurred to him that he probably felt insecure about her feelings for him and was easily a jealous person.
"Hermione," Ron began, "So where'd you go?"
"Oh. That. I went to see Malfoy." She said rather nonchalantly.
"What?! Malfoy!" both Harry and Ron exclaimed in unison.
"Merlins, you two, why is it everytime I mention his name, you both blow off like a rocket ship! Yes I went to see Malfoy! It was about the dream what else?"
Harry looked worried, "Did he say anything to you about it? I mean was he helpful?"
Ron mumbled sarcastically, "I doubt it."
Hermione ignored him, "Yes, actually, he told me he was having the same dreams."
Ron mumbled again, this time with more vehemence, "I'll get him. I swear, he probably placed a hex on you, Hermione. Probably trying to get you back from when you slapped him back in 3rd year."
Rolling her eyes, she shook her head, "Don't you think that he'd have done that years ago by now? Merlins, Ron, think!"
"Think? Now what's that suppose to mean?" Ron was indeed quite offended by her comment. Harry saw them about to do the typical bickering joust and tried to clear his throat, hoping to break up whatever future squabbling would ensue, besides, he was enjoying lunch and his pumpkin juice,
"Hermione, I went to Hagrid right after class just for a few minutes."
"What!! No you didn't! He hasn't even a clue to what this is all about, Harry."
"No you're wrong, Hermione. You have dreams of dragons don't you? In the dreams? There are magical creatures in your dreams correct?"
"What does that have to do with it? I mean, Hagrid does care for magical creatures but he wouldn't know anything about dreams connecting with them, now would he?"
She took another sip of her pumpkin juice and realized that Ron had been caressing her back and the nape of her neck with his strong fingers. It really put her at a most relaxing mood. Before Harry could reply,
Neville, Lavender and Ginny came up to them. Ginny was looking rather pretty, Hermione thought, and she looked over at Harry, wondering whether he'd ever notice her. It has been years and still Ginny glances over at the boy who lived with a starry dazed look when he wasn't looking. Neville sat down next to Harry and whispered,
"Guess what I heard? I heard that someone's been spiking the pumpkin juice and getting the whole Hufflepuff table drunk! Look over there!"
All heads turned to the Hufflepuff table and though they hadn't noticed before since that particular group had always been so happy go lucky; they were acting a little TOO happy. Their voices rose higher than usual and they laughed, giggled and roared. The Hufflepuffs were making quite a scene. Some of the boys were standing on their heads while the girls started to dance and skip. Harry, Ron and Neville just stared openly at the ridiculous display. Lavender bursted out laughing at one Hufflepuff girl doing what looked like the samba and the tango.
Hermione's eyes widened and glanced over at the professors tables, noticing that none of them were present.
Ginny snorted, "Yeah, someone thought it'd be great fun to spike up the drinks so that we'd all get detention or in trouble!"
Lavender giggled, "I liked the pumpkin juice! And look at them! They are hilarious!"
Harry looked at his glass and gulped; he had drunk at least 2 glasses and was feeling a bit warm. Looking at Neville and the others he blinked,
"Why?"
"Some prankster. Probably the Slytherins. Maybe Malfoy." Ron chimed in eagerly.
Hermione huffed, "Ron, you're always pointing fingers at Malfoy. I was with him at the library you know. How could he have done this?"
"Stop defending him! He could have had his goons, Crabbe and Goyle take care of it you know."
Ginny looked longingly at Harry, "Did all of you drink the pumpkin juice? Do you feel anything funny?"
Chapter 6:
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Hermione sat there, looking at his smug expression, wanting to wipe it off of him and show him that she wasn't in the least bit intimidated. Clearing her throat, her voice came across him crystal clear,
"I was powerful and I lived in a strange realm. It didn't seem like anything I've ever seen before and you were there but it wasn't you. I mean you looked…..," pausing, Hermione was alarmed at the change his face took on, it slightly paled and leaning forward, he interrupted,
"No. It can't be. You're actually having the same nightmare!"
Irritated that he should call it a nightmare for some odd reason; Hermione gritted her teeth and let out a heavy breath,
"Well I wouldn't exactly call it a nightmare. I mean yeah, you're in it and anything with YOU in it is terrifying but the dream itself wasn't really scary. Besides I haven't even finished telling you what the entire dream was about! How do you know if……"
"…If…you were an immortal and I'm an immortal…..and……" he watched her appalled look, listening intently and continued slowly as if he wanted to draw out her expression with the pull of a wicked surprise, "and….you and I were….."
"Say it. I dare you."
"Why don't you?"
"You git! Okay, we were in…." Hermione shivered, not from the cold but from the repulsive thought. "……love."
"Brave Gryffindor Granger."
Draco mocked tauntingly but he was inwardly displeased as well. His suspicions were confirmed and as much as he despised the little mud blood, he didn't like how she called him terrifying and disgusting. It hurt his pride. Ever since 2nd year when she threw the taunting remark that he didn't have talent and therefore daddy provides everything for him. How else was he going to show up to the damned Saint Potter? Sure he thinks the same way about her being in his dreams but a guys gotta have his ego.
This comes from being fawned on at home, where his mother doted on him, giving him everything he wanted whilst his father was a demanding figure. He did look up to both of them despite the fact that he couldn't live up to Lucius's expectations to excel in school while here sits Granger who beats him at everything. And to put the sword further in, rubbing salt in his wounds, her best friend Potty was the source of his bane.
Those thoughts alone drove him beyond comprehension and all he could think of was to lash out and hurt them. Hurt her and hate them but instead, keeping cool under a wave of distrust and animosity, Draco decided that having these nightmares were something done from Potter and Granger. In fact, he wouldn't be surprised if Weasel boy was in on it too, incompetent though he was.
He still couldn't get over the fact that Weasel turned the tables on him two years ago when he became hero for Gryffindor. He had used his creative skills to mock and taunt his enemy. Still, like always they seem to get the upper hand. You'd think he'd learn right? Shaking his head of these insipid thoughts, the focus right now was the blasted dreams that him and Granger share.
"I'd rather you didn't go to Professor Snape about it."
Hermione whispered at last, noticing his brief silence. "I'll tell Harry not to go to Hagrid."
"What?! Hagrid? What would that giant brainless oaf know?"
"Watch it, Malfoy. I don't appreciate it that you constantly like to bait and hurl insults at Hagrid."
He watched the set of her jaw, the glitter of pain in her brown eyes and relaxed, chuckled and replied with his famous irritating drawl,
"Yeah I know. I like hitting all your nerves. I find it rather fun."
Ignoring him, Hermione got up, deciding to go back out to lunch and join her two best friends. She couldn't stand being in the same room with Malfoy too long. If he wasn't so bloody irritating and such a remarkable self hating git, he'd probably be considered quite good looking in her eyes. For now, he was just what Harry and Ron called him: an arrogant git.
"Well? Shall we make a deal then? Should we work this out later? I'll let you go to your lunch and me to mine."
"Aren't you going to wish me luck?"
Hermione was getting ready to leave and stopped at what he said. "I beg your pardon?"
"My Quidditch practice. That I'll do better. Maybe I'll one day beat Harry."
"Fat chance. You waste too much time trying to show off to Harry that you can't even see the snitch even if it were right in front of you."
"Oh really? So you take great interest in noticing these things. I wonder."
Sighing and rolling her eyes, Hermione walked out of the library and received a smile from Madame Pince. Seeing Harry and Ron at the Gryffindor table just a little a ways from the rest of the students, she rushed over and took a muffin and started eating. Harry and Ron both looked at her with a smile as she took a glass of pumpkin juice and started to drink,
"Mmmm, I'm starved. What did you think of class today? Wasn't it great? I love doing transfiguration. Oh I've been so worried about trying to figure out what our animagus animal would be like."
Ron placed an arm over her, already in their 7th year they had established a somewhat on and off relationship. Ron and her were dating but they bickered often and were sometimes prone to having their separations. It was still very easy for Ron to be comfortable with their relationship. Sometimes it felt uncomfortable because they had so much tension between them. It never occurred to him that he probably felt insecure about her feelings for him and was easily a jealous person.
"Hermione," Ron began, "So where'd you go?"
"Oh. That. I went to see Malfoy." She said rather nonchalantly.
"What?! Malfoy!" both Harry and Ron exclaimed in unison.
"Merlins, you two, why is it everytime I mention his name, you both blow off like a rocket ship! Yes I went to see Malfoy! It was about the dream what else?"
Harry looked worried, "Did he say anything to you about it? I mean was he helpful?"
Ron mumbled sarcastically, "I doubt it."
Hermione ignored him, "Yes, actually, he told me he was having the same dreams."
Ron mumbled again, this time with more vehemence, "I'll get him. I swear, he probably placed a hex on you, Hermione. Probably trying to get you back from when you slapped him back in 3rd year."
Rolling her eyes, she shook her head, "Don't you think that he'd have done that years ago by now? Merlins, Ron, think!"
"Think? Now what's that suppose to mean?" Ron was indeed quite offended by her comment. Harry saw them about to do the typical bickering joust and tried to clear his throat, hoping to break up whatever future squabbling would ensue, besides, he was enjoying lunch and his pumpkin juice,
"Hermione, I went to Hagrid right after class just for a few minutes."
"What!! No you didn't! He hasn't even a clue to what this is all about, Harry."
"No you're wrong, Hermione. You have dreams of dragons don't you? In the dreams? There are magical creatures in your dreams correct?"
"What does that have to do with it? I mean, Hagrid does care for magical creatures but he wouldn't know anything about dreams connecting with them, now would he?"
She took another sip of her pumpkin juice and realized that Ron had been caressing her back and the nape of her neck with his strong fingers. It really put her at a most relaxing mood. Before Harry could reply,
Neville, Lavender and Ginny came up to them. Ginny was looking rather pretty, Hermione thought, and she looked over at Harry, wondering whether he'd ever notice her. It has been years and still Ginny glances over at the boy who lived with a starry dazed look when he wasn't looking. Neville sat down next to Harry and whispered,
"Guess what I heard? I heard that someone's been spiking the pumpkin juice and getting the whole Hufflepuff table drunk! Look over there!"
All heads turned to the Hufflepuff table and though they hadn't noticed before since that particular group had always been so happy go lucky; they were acting a little TOO happy. Their voices rose higher than usual and they laughed, giggled and roared. The Hufflepuffs were making quite a scene. Some of the boys were standing on their heads while the girls started to dance and skip. Harry, Ron and Neville just stared openly at the ridiculous display. Lavender bursted out laughing at one Hufflepuff girl doing what looked like the samba and the tango.
Hermione's eyes widened and glanced over at the professors tables, noticing that none of them were present.
Ginny snorted, "Yeah, someone thought it'd be great fun to spike up the drinks so that we'd all get detention or in trouble!"
Lavender giggled, "I liked the pumpkin juice! And look at them! They are hilarious!"
Harry looked at his glass and gulped; he had drunk at least 2 glasses and was feeling a bit warm. Looking at Neville and the others he blinked,
"Why?"
"Some prankster. Probably the Slytherins. Maybe Malfoy." Ron chimed in eagerly.
Hermione huffed, "Ron, you're always pointing fingers at Malfoy. I was with him at the library you know. How could he have done this?"
"Stop defending him! He could have had his goons, Crabbe and Goyle take care of it you know."
Ginny looked longingly at Harry, "Did all of you drink the pumpkin juice? Do you feel anything funny?"