Neville's Nightmare
A/N: Hello readers. Welcome to our humor Draco/Hermione story. This is a humor story, the beginning may lead you to believe otherwise.
Disclaimor: Dispite what you think
I am not J.K. R.
No money is being made
So I won't be buying a car
I was running through the halls of Hogwarts. The reason was unknown to me, but my dream self seemed to know exactly what he was doing.
"Draco!" someone yelled, from around the next corner. I rounded it to see Hermione looking stricken, while a blonde and a red-head fought in the corner. Hermione rushed forward to tear them apart, but her attempt failed.
The blond, took a final swing at the red-head. The red-head, flew backwards, into a glass cupboard, and fell to the ground, blood circling his head.
The blond collapsed onto the floor in a heap. Hermione rushed forward, to examine him. She knelt to the ground at his side and placed her hand on his cheek. His hand rose up and placed it-self on top of her's.
"I love you, Hermione." he said softly.
"And I love you, Draco." she replied.
There were footsteps coming from around the corner, it was Madame Pomfrey. She paused for a moment taking in the sight. But then her eyes fell upon the red-head. She rushed to his side, placing to fingers on his neck before her face fell. "He's dead."
"What?" Hermione said tears brimming in her eyes. "No!"
Madame Pomfrey still looked slightly shaken. "Can someone please tell me what happened?"
"It was me," Draco said looking down, "we were fighting, I hit him and..."
"I see," she replied taking her eyes of him and placing them on me. For the first time, the other two noticed me as well. "So, what's your position in this, Longbottom?"
"NO!" I woke up screaming, and covered in cold sweat.
"Man," came Dean's voice, "I thought Harry was the only one who had nightmares."
I turned over to attempt to sleep again. The next morning, when Dean asked me, I couldn't remember the dream.
A/N: Next chapter is hilarious, I promise. Please review and make us much happier.
