Title: Dreams Kill

Author: Fallen Angel of Hell

Rating: PG-13

Coupling: Draco and Hermione

Disclaimer: I own none of the Harry Potter characters, but if I did I would share.

Original Characters: Anya Turner and Destiny Nickson

Summary: All hell seems to break loose when Dudley admits what he relived when the dementors attacked Harry. OotP spoilers.

Thanks!

EyEluvBOB-XX- Almost always my first reviewer. Thanks for the never-ending support. No, Malfoy did not strangle her in her sleep. The last sentence says that the strangle marks were bone thin... Someone already dead strangled her.

Too tired to care- Like your pen name. Odd is my specialty.

Sunflower- The confusion works itself out in the last chapter.

Rabbit- Thanks for giving it a look. You're the first constructive critism review. Everything you said will be explained in the next chapter (not this one). I also thought it would be great for Hermione to wake up to the man she had dreamt was strangling her. I thought it was a... rather nice effect.

Queen of the Elven City- I couldn't figure out who was hotter... Ron, Harry, the twins, or Malfoy.

Special thanks to Queen of the Elven City for her wonderful beta work.

Warning: This does not reach R rating, but it does have some provocative text.

Ch. 5 Beauty and Water

"Ya know, my daddy used to say every man's got a devil. And you can't rest 'til you find him." Top Dollar 'The Crow'

A few days had passed by slowly and it almost seemed like somebody had decided to play a cruel joke and stop time. Hermione had told Harry about her dream though she wasn't sure why. For now she was covering the thin bruises with a truckful of makeup so that nobody could see it at all. Harry had suggested that she go see Anya or even Dumbledore, but she told him that she was fine and it had just been a dream.

"'Mione anything your mind thinks is real," Harry said, "will be made real."

"Does the same concept go for the imaginary friends I had when I was five?" Hermione asked with her voice dripping with sarcasm.

They turned to see that Anya had been listening to the conversation and was smiling with slight amusement. Over the last few weeks they had found out that the whole reason Malfoy had referred to her as Professor Turner was the fact she was a dream psychologist who taught at one of the wizard universities.

"If you were a schizophrenic that would be true Hermione," she said turning a page in her dream book that she recorded her dreams. "I had a dream once that my husband and daughter were revived and Willard told me what killed him and Destiny."

"Who's Destiny?" Hermione questioned.

"My sister," Anya muttered. "Magic killed him and magic possessed the man who murdered Destiny."

"Oh, I'm sorry," Hermione said, "that's terrible."

"Just be careful with magic," Anya warned, "at times it can kick your ass."

With that Anya closed her book and bowed her head which all had become accustomed to knowing that was her way of saying goodbye. She had disappeared down the hall.

"She has a way with words doesn't she?" Harry questioned. "Can't even greet anyone properly."

"She probably can, but that must be her preference," Hermione said shoving Harry playfully. "Where's Ron? We haven't seen him all day."

"He said he wanted to be alone," Harry said closing a book that he had been looking at. "I don't know what he saw, but it must have really scared him because he's been drinking the bottle of vodka we found."

"You're kidding?" Hermione said getting up. Harry shook his head. With that information Hermione took off at a dead run for Gryffindor tower.

:Ron:

Already more than in a drunken stupor Ron tipped the near empty bottle of Vodka that he and Harry had discovered beneath a floorboard. No matter how many glassfuls he had the memory of what he saw still wasn't out of his mind.

Just that morning as he strolled through the castle he heard something fall. Thinking that it had just been Peeves up to trouble once again he continued on until he reached a dungeon area that he hadn't been to since the Deathday party for Nearly Headless Nick. He continued on, lost in his thoughts on a dream that Hermione had shared with him. For a second he looked up noting that there was a corner just ahead of him that he would have to turn.

Right as he prepared to turn he heard a moan. Stopping dead in his tracks he glanced around the dim corridor knowing that what he was doing was slightly perverted. Nothing would have prepared him for what he was about to see.

Pressed against the wall was Anya, the very woman that Bill had graduated with and had a crush on once upon a time. Across the floor lay her blood red tank top in a heap leaving her in a see-through bra. Her skirt had been hiked up so that her partner had access.

It wasn't that Ron had seen the Head Girl of nineteen eighty-eight in a compromising position... Her partner was none other than her old head of house; Severus Snape. Lucky for Ron's eyes Snape had failed to undress unlike Anya.

Feeling sick Ron turned and took off at a dead run. He would never be able to remove the image of Snape shagging Anya Turner. Then again he would never be able to see the woman in the same light ever again. Snape had to have been twenty years older than her if not more. The age difference alone was disgusting.

So there he was, all alone drinking the memory away. Slowly Ron had began to feel tired and numb like someone had cut away all of his nerves. Tipping back his hundredth drink and setting the glass aside he felt that it was time to go to sleep. Hugging his pillow tightly he drifted of to a dream.

:Dream:

Ron was completely alone and surrounded by trees. The scent of honeysuckle and jasmine caught his senses and he looked around noticing that he was in the Forbidden Forest.

"Hello," came a voice in his ear.

He spun around half expecting the voice to be from a centaur though he didn't know if there were females. However he met the eyes of a woman about his age in a yellow and black plaid skirt, white wife beater half covered by a black jacket with a gold crest on the breast pocket, she also wore black knee highs and black dress shoes.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"I'm Destiny," she said smiling giving off the vibe that she wanted him. Feeling slightly aroused he moved towards her and wrapped his arms around her.

"I'm Ron," he said kissing her. They held on to their lusty kiss for several minutes before breaking apart.

"Tell you what," she started moving close to his ear, "give me a ten second head start and in the end if you can catch me you can have me." When she finished she kissed a small area on Ron's neck.

Reluctantly, he released her and she began to run. Waiting a little more than ten seconds he began to run after her knowing that in the end he would be rewarded. For several minutes he ran until he found her jacket. Thinking how much of a gentlemen Destiny would think he was, he picked it up and took it with him.

Farther down he found a yellow and black plaid skirt. Now he knew how he would be rewarded. He added the skirt to the jacket and continued to run. As he went on he collected Destiny's shoes, stockings and last of all he collected her wife beater. After a minute more of his running he ran into a clearing where a pool of water was gleaming in the moonlight and his prize stood in the shallow waters in nothing but her bra and underwear.

Stripping away his own clothes, Ron splashed clumsily out into the cold water for Destiny. He met her about six feet from the shore and he wrapped his arms around her.

"Now how about my prize?" he asked rhetorically as he bent down to kiss her. Not five minutes later he felt Destiny pushing down on his shoulders and he was just a head above the dark waters. Destiny was laughing evilly as she shoved him backwards and attacked him pushing him under.

Ron wasn't sure what to do so he tried to push her off of him, but her strength seemed to be greater than his as she shoved his head beneath the water. For a minute he believed that she was simply joking, but the more he struggled against the joke the more pressure she applied to holding his head under the water. Soon he was inhaling water that had been mixed with what tasted oddly like blood instead of oxygen and he was growing slightly weak from fighting.

:In reality:

Hermione burst through the dormitory doors where Ron and Harry slept. There was Ron on his back flailing and choking. Harry came up behind her.

"What the-?" he said as Hermione quickly made her way to Ron's bed with Harry not far behind her.

Ron was on the verge of turning blue when Hermione made her fist attempt to turn him on her own. However she didn't have the strength to turn him.

"Harry, help me now," she demanded pushing again. This time Harry pushed as well. It took a minute, but the two finally managed to get Ron on his side and they were disgusted when they realized he had been choking on his own vomit.

"If we hadn't been here he would have died," Hermione said sounding very morbid. Harry squeezed her shoulder gently.

Harry bent down and shook his old friend awake. Ron sat up, bile still wet on his freckled flesh, and looked at Ron and Hermione. He was still half asleep.

"Where's Destiny?" he asked. "That bitch tried to drown me!"

Harry and Hermione exchanged glances. For a minute Harry saw the look of confusion on Hermione's face which quickly was replaced by the look of curiousity.

"I'm going to talk to Professor Turner," she said turning on heel and running out of the dormitory.

(TBC)

Take note my wonderful readers that so far all of my dream murder attempts are driven by lust and something happening to their real bodies. Hermione was really being strangled, by what or who I will not reveal until the very last chapter. Ron was held under water by Destiny who you shall find has the darkest of dark sides and in reality he was really drowning.

Strange. Yes that's me. So now that you've read you may care to review. Flames will be fed to some random dragon that I find along my path and constructive critism is welcomed openly. Reviews will be most welcome and will be kept under my pillow at night.

Forever

Fallen Angel of Hell