Disclaimer: We all know that I am not J.K. Rowling, and I do not own the Harry Potter ... searches for a good word ... stuff!

A/N: Don't worry peoples, this is a D/Hr pairing, so don't go all "Draco's in love with Pansy...Oh no, we're all gonna die!" okies?

Well now, let's get a ficin'

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Hermione lay on her stomach on her bed, Nirvana blasting from her stereo. (She bought some battery powered thingy so she could play all her CD's)(go here to listen:http:tophats0.tripod.com) She had finally gotten that book on dreams she had so desperately wanted.

Vampirism: Emotional exhaustion, feelings of helplessness, negative attributes or habits.

'Hmm...' she thought about this interpretation. She wasn't feeling particularly drained. But her dreams were often of what was to come. Maybe she was going to feel that way in the near future.

"Oh screw this" she finally said to no one in particular. 'I don't care what that stupid dream was about.'

She went over to the mirror. She took a long look at herself. She had on black eyeliner and some chapstick. Her hair was in a not-so-neat bun, and her nails were painted a bright yellow. 'I'm an odd one, I am.' Hermione thought to herself.

She was odd. She liked being odd. She wanted to be known for her differences. That was one reason why she painted her nails canary yellow. But most of the time she was just being herself. Like the eyeliner. She only wore eyeliner, no other makeup, not because she wanted people to notice it, but because she liked it.

Mid way through this little thought process she realized that she was a contradiction in every definition of the word. She confused herself sometimes.

Giving herself a small smile, she walked back to her bed and plopped on down. Harry was off with God knows who, doing who knows what. Or was it the other way around? Ron and Lavender were now where to be found, and Ginny was being rather secretive lately. Oh, well. She sighed. I'm all alone again. She lay on her bed for many more hours thinking about life and the such. Then she drifted off to sleep.

shimmer shimmer shimmer fade into dream world...

He bit down on her neck. She cried out with the pleasure and pain of it all. She felt a warm wetness trickle down her front. He had pierced her skin. He began to lap her blood like it was a priceless elixir, never spilling a precious drop.

She was in awe of what he was doing to her. Something in the back of her mind told her that there was something wrong in his taking her blood, but she could no longer think clear enough to acknowledge it.

He moved his hands down her sides and up her skirt. She could feel a cool rush of air come up her legs. This time she didn't wake up.

All of a sudden she was in a huge mansion. It was dark and beautifully furnished. There, in the middle of the floor lay something that didn't belong. It was dangerous, but this being a dream, she went to it anyway. It was a rose. It's petals were falling down slowly. At first glance it seemed as though the rose were weeping. But the petals were falling so reluctantly, and with each lost petal it grew paler. She then realized the rose was not weeping but bleeding! It called out to her. She could feel it in her soul. And it was calling her...Rosadame! She wanted to help this bleeding rose, but she was pulled out of the mansion.

She awoke with a dizzy start, like when you fall in a dream and you wake up and still think you're falling.

Hermione looked around. She was still in her room. Nothing was changed. Except her dream. Her dream had changed.

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Draco wished that dream would stop. The teasing just never ended. He was always just about to get under her skirt, then bam, no more dream.

This time he didn't just wake up though. This time he had followed this dream woman to a house that looked much like his own. He watched her cry over a dying flower. Figures.

He wanted to get back to sleep. It frustrated him to no end to know that he couldn't. He needed to do something. 'I wonder if Blaise is still up...'

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The next day Hermione decided to talk to Harry and Ron about her dream. Even if the hadn't been around lately they were still her friends and would have an idea about her dream.

So she spoke to them in the hall on their way to potions. They turned down a deserted corridor and Hermione began to explain the g-rated version of her dream.

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Draco heard steps coming. He hoped to God it wasn't Blaise. He was counting on Pansy to get rid of the girl for him.

He had known from the minute he finished bedding her that it had been a mistake. The girl wasn't going to leave him alone. So he had asked Pansy to talk with Blaise. Draco had to admit that he was a bit afraid of women, having experienced Pansy's wrath before, but that was not the real reason as to why he was having Pansy take care of it.

Pansy and Blaise's parents were on very good terms right now. However the Malfoy's and the Zabini's were still experiencing a bit of bad blood between them. If he messed with the fragile truce between the two families' he was dead.

So Pansy was talking to Blaise for him. That chick had a swift tongue and would have Blaise thinking she had been the one to dump Draco in no time. Which burnt him a little, but he didn't mind if it would save his arse. Until then, Draco had to keep away from Zabini.

Which brought him back to the footsteps drawing closer towards him. He hoped no one would see him in the shallow alcove he had taken quick cover in. It wouldn't do for the school to think that a Malfoy was hiding from someone or something (even if he was). He heard a woman's voice begin to speak and two other males murmuring occasionally. He was listening in on a conversation of the "golden trio". This had just made his day a bit better.

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"And then I saw a bleeding rose" Hermione plowed through her dream quickly, for she didn't want to be late for Potions.

"But this is the weirdest part," she continued. "I looked up bleeding roses in a book from the library. The only entry for a bleeding rose is 'the love of one whom has been hated'."

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A/N: Enough of a cliff hanger for ya? I love cliff hangers! evil laughter

Thanks again shymmeri for the rose dream idea! I'm lovin how this story is coming out so far...