Disclaimer: I don't own any of the orginial Harry Potter character because I am not that creative...but I wish i was...I only own the plot and my characters.

I Cannot Sleep, I Cannot Dream Tonight

As the door to Hermione's room opened and her friends began to file in, they noticed that music was still playing on the radio and as they got closer to her that her breathing was very shallow. Harry approached her and tried to wake her by shaking her shoulder. She stirred a little but was in such a deep sleep that she couldn't be roused. At that point Ginny went to her and was whispering in her ear some simple questions to see if she had blocked her mind before falling asleep.

"Hermione, do you know who I am?" Ginny asked.

"Yes, you're Ginny Weasley, one of my best friends." was her reply.

"Has anyone come to you tonight?" Ginny pressed on.

"Yes, but I'm not supposed to tell...he was so far away but he'll know if I tell."

"Hermione, we think Draco may be in danger, was he the one you talked to?"

"No, I can't find him anywhere...I need to find him, but I can't, where could he be?"

"Hermione, we need you to wake up right now." Ginny said more firmly now.

"Not until I find him....he knows the truth....he's coming for someone but I can't tell who. Oh no..........NO YOU CAN'T HAVE HIM........." and with Hermione jumped out of bed and began to scream uncontrollably.

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back at Malfoy Manor

Draco was in a deep sleep enjoying his dreams of Hermione when he heard something....a voice that was very familiar to him...somewhere in the distance....the bright and happy day in dream began to get darker, like a storm coming in...people began to run and scream. Instinctively, he reached out to grab Hermione but she was gone...more screaming....was that Hermione screaming? No, it was someone else....he looked around but there was so much commotion...then off in the distance he saw a man holding a woman crying out for it to all end...calling for revenge. He started to run to him when he realized who the man was and who he was holding.

Draco sat up in bed with a start, he was covered in sweat and breathing heavily. He started to lay back down when he realized that he wasn't alone in his room. A pair of eyes were staring back at him, eyes like his own only not as warm. It was his father and he did not seem pleased.

"Son, the Dark Lord has informed me that you have something you need to tell me." Lucius drawled.

"What?? I don't know what it could be." Draco said sheepishly.

"Really? What were you dreaming about? You seemed happy and you were smiling and humming something in your sleep." Lucius pressed further.

"I..I'm not sure. I don't remember." he replied but in the back of his mind he feared the Voldemort had seen his dream. And if he had, why hadn't his father come in and immediately cursed him?

"Get up now, I want you to go talk to the Dark Lord and see what he has to say." Lucius said and then turned to walk out. But added,"If you're planning on lying, I would strongly suggest against it for your own good."

Draco got up and put on some clothes, hoping with all his might that he could come up with some sort of story to get himself out of this and fast.........

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Ten minutes had passed since Lucius had went to get Draco and the Dark Lord was growing impatient. What he had seen in the boys dream had disturbed him as the young man was destined for greater things and if he was dreaming of a mudblood then all was lost for Draco. Fortunately, while Draco was dressing a thought had occurred him and he was going to give it the old freshman try. He suppressed all true feelings and replaced with all the evil and loathing he could find, not hard to do when your surrounded by it but for Draco it was easier to find the inspiration in some music. He searched his memory until he found just the right motivator and recited the lyrics to himself, feeling like the old Draco almost instantly...

There's a shadow just behind me. shrouding every step I take.
Making every promise empty. pointing every finger at me.
Waiting like a stalking butler, who upon the finger rests.
Murder now the path of 'must we', just because the son has come.

Jesus, won't you fucking whistle. something but the past and done.

Why can't we not be sober? I just want to start this over.
Why can't we drink forever? I just want to start this over.

I am just a worthless liar. I am just an imbecile.
I will only complicate you. trust in me and fall as well.
I will find a center in you. I will chew it up and leave.
I will work to elevate you, just enough to bring you down.

Mother mary, won't you whisper. something but the past is done.

Why can't we not be sober? I just want to start this over.
Why can't we sleep forever? I just want to start this over.

I am just a worthless liar. I am just an imbecile.
I will only complicate you. trust in me and fall as well.
I will find a center in you. I will chew it up and leave.
Trust me. trust me. trust me. trust me. trust me.

Ah, yes, he thought now I'm ready and father will never know what hit him. Then he left the room with the most brillant plan of all time and a swagger in his walk that would make his father cower in submission. His son, his prodigy was about to take what is rightfully his and the Dark Lord would never suspect a thing.....

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"You called for me master, how can I be of service?" Draco drawled not with the fear or confusion he had earlier with his father but a cockiness that only a Malfoy could pull off.

"Something has come to my attention...it seems that you have feelings for a mudblood and I want to know what you have to say for yourself." the Dark Lord hissed.

"I have no such feelings, Master, and I have no idea where you would get that impression." he stated simply with no signs of deceptions present.

"I saw it myself in your dreams and I am very disappointed that such a promising career would be thrown away on such a waste of flesh and bone." was the only reply offered.

"I assure you, Master, that you have misinterpreted what you saw. After the mind invading technique was taught this evening and I went to bed, I had an idea but wanted to see if I could reach her before revealing my plan to you."

"Really, and what plan would that be?" the Dark Lord inquired.

"I will take control of the little mudblood's dreams and convince he she loves and trusts me, so that as soon as the bond is established, I can manipulate her into either becoming your spy or telling the Light side plans to me and then relay that information to you. The mudblood have a weak constitution for romance and I am the Slytherin Prince, therefore, she will never be able to resist my charm." he replied arrogantly.

"Well, Lucius, it seems that I have underestimated your son ambitions. This pleases my young Dragon. Proceed and keep me apprised of your progress." he stated and then motioned that Draco was dismissed. Draco glared at his father with a slight smirk on his face...Draco had won this battle but the war had just begun quite to his dismay.

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meanwhile back at the Head's Common Room

Hermione was out of breath, crying but trying to gain control of herself once again. Harry and the others just stared at her wide eyed at the outburst wondering what she had been dreaming about and if it was something was going to happen or not. She had heard Draco calling out to her but she couldn't respond because something told her that they weren't alone and she didn't want to put him in jeopardy. At that point, she was transported to a garden where Draco and she were surrounded by family and friends on a beautiful, sunny day to celebrate something. It seemed that everything was perfect and she was blissfully happy until she noticed a cloaked figure watching them from the shadows and felt very uneasy. She began to walk over to the darkened corner of trees, when chaos broke out and people were running everywhere and spells and curses were being shouted out all around her. Desperately, she searched for Draco to make sure he was ok but no matter where she went she couldn't find him. Suddenly, she felt something hit her directly in the heart and she dropped instantly to the ground...there was light all around her as she stood back up...but it wasn't all of her. Her body was laying haphazardly on the ground and Draco was running to her but he was too late, she was being pulled away by some force and all she could was look at his handsome, sadden face while he held her and cried out for her not to go.....No, I can't leave him...NO YOU CAN'T HAVE HIM, VOLDEMORT...NO!!!!!!!!

Now, Hermione was recanting the dream to her friends and looking to them for advice on what the dream may have meant. Ginny told her about how Draco had invaded her mind to tell her to stop thinking about their situation and plan so Voldemort wouldn't be able to see, maybe he had pulled Hermione to one of his dreams or nightmare really and she was seeing one of his worst fears played out. Obviously, Voldemort was planning on using Draco to try to see what the Orders plans were through all of them but was Draco strong enough to keep his own feelings and intentions hidden? No one really had an answer for that but they all knew that would have to be very careful to close off their minds from this point on. There was no longer any innocent thoughts or dreams to be had....