Title: Dreams Kill

Author: Fallen Angel of Hell

Rating: PG-13

Coupling: Draco and Hermione

Disclaimer: I own any original charactes and the rest belong to J. K. Rowling along with her billions.

Original Characters: Anya Turner and Destiny Nickson and Larissa Scott (not very important)

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

Thanks!

Nicole- Thank you so much. I had a wonderful 16th. In fact we celebrated for 3 full days. Sorry about the mental image, but I put it in for the last chapter because there is a little surprise. Whatever movie it is I haven't seen it so the story does not comply at all.

Sunnflower- Well I guess you'll have to find out if he even knew her at all. Thanks for the birthday wishes.

XxXtAP-daNCing-sPIdeRsXxX- No, Will Turner from the Pirates of the Carribean, Willard Turner was just a randomized character choice Will from the movie is short for William. How do you think that Willard took Destiny's innocence? Hermione... Well actually I can't say because I disclose it in this chapter. There will be an 11th chapter as well as a preview of two fics and a reviewer poll will decide that one. Sixteen is special but I'm not so sure about the freedom part.

Queen of the Elven City- Thank you again.

Rabbit- It's all down here from here.

Thank my wonderful beta reader for her work and in case there is any mistakes blame her though I could be blamed just as much since I do my own proofing a lot of the time.

Ch. 9 Innocence becomes you

"People used to think that when someone dies, a crow carries their soul to the land of the dead. But sometimes, something so bad happens, that a terrible sadness is carried with it and the soul can't rest. And sometimes, just sometimes, the crow can bring that soul back to put the wrong things right." -Sarah 'The Crow'

Harry waited for what seemed like an hour in Anya's room before she returned with tears in her eyes and Lupin following her close behind. Though he wasn't sure if the news that Anya was going to give him would be good, he was ready to hear any type of news. Anya sat down and reached under her pillow for a bottle of Vodka. Twisting the cap off carefully she drank deeply from the bottle.

Lupin sat down next to him and Anya sat on her bed looking at him. Feeling slightly awkward he turned to the remaining Marauder waiting for someone to break the ice. Eventually he figured out that he was going to have to.

"So what did you find out about your sister?" he asked. Anya looked up at the ceiling for a moment then to Harry.

"She thought she was doing the right thing," she said. "My husband had raped her as soon as she moved in with us and then when her boyfriend found out that the baby she was pregnant with had a questionable father he turned her away and started in on some verbal abuse. Killing him was her only out. As for the other girl, she and Destiny were best friends, but Larissa really hurt her somehow. I understand why my husband fell victim."

Anya rubbed her head for a few minutes and looked back to Harry. For several minutes her hazel eyes burned into his.

"You should tell Hermione that Destiny had nothing personal against her, but to tread lightly since she is dreaming of the enemy," Harry was slightly confused about that particular statement but nodded. "I'm leaving and we'll probably never see eachother again."

"What?" Harry said slightly shocked. "I thought that maybe you'd stay on as Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."

"Actually, I'm going to fill that position," Lupin said with a smile.

"Is that true?" Harry asked looking at Anya. "It's not like the adoption thing is it?"

"It's true," she said. "About the adoption part, I'm sorry for getting your hopes up about it. We needed a reason to get you out of there and keep you out."

"I'm not allowed to adopt you Harry, but I would if I could," Lupin assured. "The law for procreation of a werewolf is illegal as well as adoption."

"I thought so," Harry muttered. "It's not fair."

"You're right," Anya mumbled, "but sometimes when you have lived without you learn so much."

"What's that mean?" Harry questioned.

"You'll figure it out with time," she told him. "In the mean time I think that maybe you would like to go back to Grimmauld Place as there is a lovely surprise waiting for you there."

Slightly clueless Harry said his goodbyes and left Anya's bedroom. Lupin walked with him all the way to Gryffindor tower.

"We'll floo there in an hour," he told him. "Have the other's come as well. I have business to attend to with Dumbledore."

Nodding Harry entered Gryffindor tower. Once he was inside three sets of eyes turned on him. Hermione shoved something in her robes.

"How was the visit?" she asked.

"Lupin has a job," Harry said brightly. "Dumbledore gave him his teaching position."

"That's good news," Ron said. "What about Anya?"

"She's leaving," he replied solemnly. "Oh and Hermione she said something like Destiny had nothing against you and that you should be careful with the enemy."

"I know why too," Malfoy muttered. "Why she's leaving."

"Why?" the Golden Trio questioned.

"She doesn't want Snape to know about a little someone," he said which sounded very cryptic.

"Hey you're a Slytherin," Ron said very suddenly.

"No shit," Malfoy said sarcastically, "though the Gryffindor is rather cozy."

"Is it true that Snape shags at least one of the seventh years?" Ron asked.

Harry suddenly got a mental picture of Snape and some random student in a very compromising position. It was a very disgusting image, and he was certain that he was going to be scarred for life now that he had even thought of the situation.

"Sadly, it is true," Malfoy looked down. "Last year's girl wasn't a Slytherin though. I think it was a Gryffindor. Maybe whenever we get to seventh year Hermione will reveal her secret."

"I do not shag anyone for my grades thank you," Hermione snapped. "You on the other hand will shag anyone so that they'll do your homework."

Malfoy sniggered and looked Hermione up and down for a minute. Harry shook his head.

"Still the same prat as always," he said. "Quit undressing Hermione with your eyes."

"Why? She doesn't look to bad without clothes," Malfoy smirked. Several pillows collided with Malfoy's head.

"You are such a perv," Hermione muttered getting up and starting up the stairs. Harry took her place on the couch while Malfoy slipped away to follow the pretty Gryffindor upstairs.

The Slytherin Prince had ducked into the dormitory that had been used for the third year boys to meet Hermione. She was sitting on one of the beds with her legs pulled up to her chest. Smiling slightly he closed the door leaving both of them in darkness other than the light filtering through the cracks of the red velvet curtains.

"I didn't mean any of it," he said walking slowly to where she sat in the dark. He reached out and felt her hair. For a minute he sat next to her stroking her hair.

"Do you remember when I woke up that day I had the dream?" she asked.

"Yes, why?" He questioned feeling her dark brown eyes turn to him.

"Did you mean it?"

"Yes, I did," he mumbled. "You're beautiful Hermione and I'm not looking for another person to bed. For once I'm looking for something real."

"Why me?" she asked.

"Because you're innocent and I love that about you," he said. What he was feeling for the girl he had called Mudblood since second year was genuine love.

Hermione had never been truly loved before. Not even Viktor Krum felt the way that Draco Malfoy seemed to feel. All the Bulgarian Seeker wanted was a roll in the sack which he never got because Hermione felt so strongly about staying a virgin until she at the very least had a engagement ring on her finger. The two of them ended up penpals. Love was such a strong emotion and Hermione was ready to feel it for the first time, but she was curious as to why he acted like he did now.

"Why are you acting like this?" she asked. "A month ago you would have criticized me to the ninth ring of hell about my blood."

"That was more of my fathers propaganda," he muttered. "Lucius believed that any relationship should have sex as it's basis and muggleborns weren't acceptable unless they were taken by force. And a few weeks ago my mother died. She was the only person who really gave a damn about me."

"I'm sorry," she said. "I feel like you're trying to knock down my wall."

"No not at all," he said.

Downstairs the two heard Harry calling them.

"Let's keep everything quiet for awhile just to see where we go," she said leaning her head into his. He kissed her in agreement.

(TBC)

Two more chapters after this. I know this was short, but next chapter should be good. Flames will be poked at with a hot iron, constructive critism is okay just as long as you aren't mean about it, and good reviews are a great security blanket.

Chapter 11 is the absolute last, but I will put up a sample and review chapter after that so get input on which story I should write next.

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Fallen Angel of Hell