A/N - Don't hate me for how this turns out but I hate him being sappy so yes there will be a sequel because I can do so much more with it! I will only make a sequel though if I get good reviews from this and people urging a sequel. I'm not sure what it will be called, but it will not be continued under "Things Can Change".
Draco woke up one morning in August, coming out of the same sappy dream that he had been having for the past couple of weeks. Of course it was always the same one where he wanted to change but couldn't do it on his own so he went to Hermoine and fell in love with her. Yeh, right, like that would ever happen!
Why would he EVER fall in love with Granger? It just wasn't meant to happen. He would be alone and single for the rest of his life getting the occasional shag from Pansy, or being forced to marry her from his mother or his father if he ever broke out of Azkaban like he claimed he was going to do.
His father was a joke to him. At least Draco would be able to keep it a secret if he ever decided to be a death eater, but why bother? Draco thought the idea was just plain stupid. He'd settle for a good paying job and a half decent life before becoming a death eater, and with his father gone he had no one nagging him about it.
He'd be neutral. He wouldn't have a side; he could just stay out of the whole ordeal. The whole war thing was just stupid. Who really cares if there are mudbloods anyways? Not that he liked them or anything, purebloods were definitely much better in bed, but then again Draco really wouldn't know.
But his mind turned back to the dream about Granger. What if he convinced her that he wanted her bad and that he was a good guy? Then he'd see which was better, Mudbloods or Purebloods. He smirked to himself at this thought.
But then another thought struck him. Why did he think of Granger? There were plenty of other good looking mudbloods at Hogwarts so why did Granger come into his mind first. WOAH, wait a minute! Did he just claim that Granger was good looking? Ok, well he had to admit that in his dream she certainly was, but she doesn't look that now so he knew he was going to forget about it.
He sat up only to be taken by a minute of blindness from sitting up too fast and he lay back quickly. I'll just avoid her and that'll make the dream go away, he thought to himself. Yeh, that's a good idea.
Hermoine woke up once again from a complete and total insane dream. Draco had changed for the better and so had Hermoine when it came to her appearance. They had ended up together with Blaise Zambini trying to ruin things. He has basically tried to rape her. But Draco stopped it.
She had liked the way Draco had acted in her dream, but she knew he wasn't really like that. He was a harsh cruel boy. Never mind, he was a harsh, cruel man, no longer a boy but a man. But still harsh and cruel all the same. Some things could never be changed…or could they?
Hermoine shook the thought out of her head and went back to her appearance and how she liked the looks of things. Maybe that was possible to happen, but she was unsure. She was so used to her looks now wasn't the biggest fan of change.
She closed her eyes in attempt to go to back to sleep but seeing as it didn't work her eyes fluttered open again. She sighed as her mind went back to the dream. Draco was perfect. Everything about him was pure ecstasy. His touches, kisses and even his words were enough to make her melt.
If only he wasn't so Pureblood obsessed. She hated the way he obsessed over people being Purebloods and Mudbloods. At least being a Mudblood was better than being a Squib. She wouldn't know how to react if she had been born in a magical family only to discover she had absolutely no magical talents whatsoever.
She got out of bed and headed towards the bathroom to take a shower. There was a month left until school would start again, and with Harry moping about the death of Sirius she really didn't want to be around any of them. All any of them did was cry, and of course she was sad too, but it was his time to go.
After stepping out of the shower, she dried herself off and wrapped herself in a towel. She walked over to the mirror and stared at herself. All she saw was a plain, boring girl with no special features about her. Maybe she should change…but it could wait until a more appropriate time. She was perfectly content with how she looked at the current moment and was sure she could survive.
Once again her mind went back to the dream and how perfect everything had been for her, except the argument with Ron and the whole Blaise thing. If only life was actually like that, she sighed.
Little did the other know they shared the same dream and had no idea what would come from it.