A/N: reviews!!!! I love you guys, you guys are sooooooo b-e-a-utiful! These
are a list of my reviewers
errrrrr (For being my first reviewer err win's a teddy bear!!), Kate,
Kole17, darkdreamer319, and Kisses_from_angel (you are too kind!)
I'm finding that I'm getting too ahead of myself, I already know how I'm going to end it! (Not that it will be ending anytime soon hehehehe)
I also found it so hard to write Draco, because first I couldn't help making him sound like the biggest ass in the world, but this way he's still a ass but forgive-able ass, and the story might seem like it's going no where but all the info will help understanding the other chapters to come. Sorry if it's a bit boring...but it will get better...I think. Ozze xxooxxoo
Disclaimer: J.K Rolling in the best, I am not. She owns these people I do not. She owns the base of this story I do not. She gets millions, I do not. She doesn't have a bad-spelling problem, I sadly do It would be wonderful to be her, and it would suck to be me...
Dream Kiss~ Chapter 2 "she's not the only one with a secret"
"I can't feel The way I did before! Don't turn your back on me I won't be ignored!
Time won't take, Just damage anyone! Don't turn your back on me I won't be ignored!
AH, LET ME OUT NOW YOUR GONNA LISTEN TO ME WEATHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT RIGHT NOW... HEAR ME OUT RIGHT NOW..."
Woken up by the "wakeup-call" Draco Malfoy let out a huge moan, not wanting to actually wake up.
With The music still vibrating his whole room, he picked up the remote from his bedside table and turned down the volume to a conversation level.
'That dream...'he thought to him self as he looked up at his ceiling and closed his eyes to help him self remember it.
He could still feel the girl's soft sweet strawberry lips pressed gently on his own, causing him to feel warm all over.
'I would kill for another one of those kisses' The thought flashed in his mind.
But even if it had been sweet dream (which he didn't often have) There was something about that dream that disturbed him; he just couldn't seem to figure out what it was...
Just as he was trying to go back into his dream, he felt a hand touch his bare chest.
The hand had belonged to Cho Chang the Ravenclaw seeker who was fast asleep next to him.
An evil smirk started to quickly spread across his face as images of what he had manage to make her "scream" and "do" for him the night before started folding back to his memory.
But she meant nothing to him, just another pretty face and good lay.
The fact that she currently happened to be Weasley's girlfriend was just a big bonus. O' just imagining Weasley face as his "poor" little heart started to break into little bits and pieces, made the whole thing just so much more enjoyable.
'Another day, another dame' He thought to him self as he bent over her and whispered an incantation into her ear.
The spell "Roomonierays" would make her forget everything that she done since she had walked into his bedroom, the spell would activate the instant she walked out of his bedroom. Draco thought it was better then going thru the "heart-break" and "after- hate" of breaking up.
After a few years of this, he had become a master at conjuring different memory spells.
He then went to pull open the first draw of his bedside table and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, a Polaroid camera, and a note that he had been using since he was in 3rd year, which had he had written in neat lettering...
Gone to take a shower,
Go to breakfast without me. You can use the passage way, I'll meet you there
Love Draco xxx Ps Thanks for the unforgettable night
He then took one last look at her before pulling up his camera up to his face and took a shot of her sleeping, and put the note on his pillow.
Pulling out the Polaroid picture he got out of his 4poster bed and pulled on a pair of dark green boxers and dark denim jeans, being careful not to wake her up.
He was now 6'4 with broad shoulders and mussels that were kept in shape by more then just playing Quidditch. His light blond hair was shorter but was still combed back and carefully looked after. His silver gray eyes looked cold and solid with little feeling, his eyes seem to always be able to make people grow weak and powerless which was one great advantage to Draco. And when he turned his back, on his left shoulder was a large tattoo of black sliver dragon.
Putting a cigarette into his mouth he slowly moved towards his wardrobe and started looking for the serpent head at the back of it and gave it a strong tug.
By the time the wall at the back had disappeared into thin air, he had already lit his cigarette and inhaled the smoke deep into his lungs.
The instant he stepped into the darkness, torches lit up along the walls in a long line as the wall behind him reappeared with a serpent head poking out of it.
He walked down the stone staircase leading deeper and deeper bellow Hogwarts, until he had reached his destination "The Chamber of Secrets."
After Potter and company had taken out the "giant serpent"; no one had ever bothered to come back down, thinking the only passage way was blocked off by "wonder boy". They were very wrong about that one.
From the chamber there were so many passages that lead to everywhere inside and outside the school grounds, that even Draco still got lost now and again. (He even once found Him self in the Headmaster's office, but was lucky because Dumbledore wasn't there or he would of surely been expelled, which meant he would of had to face his dick head father. That was far worse then being expelled)
He had never taken anyone down there; he thought it best that no one knew about it. Because this was his hiding place, his getaway from the fuck up world that he lived in.
Potter and his "save the day club" were just small annoying itch compared to what he was going thru at home.
He ran away from home during the summer holidays and slept there to get away from Lucius and his "disciplining". He hated his father...
"No place like home" He said out loud as he entered his "real" bedroom.
Made by the same people who made the chamber, it had stone walls filled with books (most of them about Dark Magic) a big study area a lot bigger then the house common rooms, on the other side there was a king size 4poster bed covered with black and green sheets with figures carved into the wall behind. The centre of the room had a huge fireplace that was always lit. To top it all off the ceiling was enchanted to be the moving night sky.
Dumping his smoke into the fireplace he walked over to his bedside table and pulled out a box, which was filled with Polaroid pictures.
Each one with a different girl on them, with their name's and date written on the back of each one. Some of the girls in the photo's were still sleeping, other were either waving at him or blowing kisses, or being really rued towards him.
This he liked to call his "box of trophies" which he been collecting since 3rd yr.
'Shit I might need to get a new box by the end of the year' A grin spared across his face, as he slip the box back into its place. And he thought about his dream again...
'Who was she? She did feel like a real person...like someone he knew'
He thought as he started walking to his bathroom, which was just as impressive as his bedroom.
The whole time he was in the shower he was deep in thought about 'her'
'Her smooth skin, her brown hair... cinnamon eyes...who-'
He cut himself off when a switch finally clicked in his head allowing him to remember it in full detail...
'"No, not here...he'll find us" she told me...not listing I pulled her into an empty class room not being able to hold back ...her brown cinnamon eyes ready to ready burst into tears as she gave me that last kiss
"Draco" I hear her say my name...by then I really hungered for more...then I said..."trust me Her-'
"Granger"
He heard himself say out loud, right before banging his head hard into the shower wall.
A/N: again I am so sorry if I missed spelt something, English is my 2nd language and it takes so long for me to correct it. Do you guys think I should maybe think of moving the story to rated R or that it should be all right where it is? Plz review me and give me some ideas, I love hearing what other people think!
I'm finding that I'm getting too ahead of myself, I already know how I'm going to end it! (Not that it will be ending anytime soon hehehehe)
I also found it so hard to write Draco, because first I couldn't help making him sound like the biggest ass in the world, but this way he's still a ass but forgive-able ass, and the story might seem like it's going no where but all the info will help understanding the other chapters to come. Sorry if it's a bit boring...but it will get better...I think. Ozze xxooxxoo
Disclaimer: J.K Rolling in the best, I am not. She owns these people I do not. She owns the base of this story I do not. She gets millions, I do not. She doesn't have a bad-spelling problem, I sadly do It would be wonderful to be her, and it would suck to be me...
Dream Kiss~ Chapter 2 "she's not the only one with a secret"
"I can't feel The way I did before! Don't turn your back on me I won't be ignored!
Time won't take, Just damage anyone! Don't turn your back on me I won't be ignored!
AH, LET ME OUT NOW YOUR GONNA LISTEN TO ME WEATHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT RIGHT NOW... HEAR ME OUT RIGHT NOW..."
Woken up by the "wakeup-call" Draco Malfoy let out a huge moan, not wanting to actually wake up.
With The music still vibrating his whole room, he picked up the remote from his bedside table and turned down the volume to a conversation level.
'That dream...'he thought to him self as he looked up at his ceiling and closed his eyes to help him self remember it.
He could still feel the girl's soft sweet strawberry lips pressed gently on his own, causing him to feel warm all over.
'I would kill for another one of those kisses' The thought flashed in his mind.
But even if it had been sweet dream (which he didn't often have) There was something about that dream that disturbed him; he just couldn't seem to figure out what it was...
Just as he was trying to go back into his dream, he felt a hand touch his bare chest.
The hand had belonged to Cho Chang the Ravenclaw seeker who was fast asleep next to him.
An evil smirk started to quickly spread across his face as images of what he had manage to make her "scream" and "do" for him the night before started folding back to his memory.
But she meant nothing to him, just another pretty face and good lay.
The fact that she currently happened to be Weasley's girlfriend was just a big bonus. O' just imagining Weasley face as his "poor" little heart started to break into little bits and pieces, made the whole thing just so much more enjoyable.
'Another day, another dame' He thought to him self as he bent over her and whispered an incantation into her ear.
The spell "Roomonierays" would make her forget everything that she done since she had walked into his bedroom, the spell would activate the instant she walked out of his bedroom. Draco thought it was better then going thru the "heart-break" and "after- hate" of breaking up.
After a few years of this, he had become a master at conjuring different memory spells.
He then went to pull open the first draw of his bedside table and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, a Polaroid camera, and a note that he had been using since he was in 3rd year, which had he had written in neat lettering...
Gone to take a shower,
Go to breakfast without me. You can use the passage way, I'll meet you there
Love Draco xxx Ps Thanks for the unforgettable night
He then took one last look at her before pulling up his camera up to his face and took a shot of her sleeping, and put the note on his pillow.
Pulling out the Polaroid picture he got out of his 4poster bed and pulled on a pair of dark green boxers and dark denim jeans, being careful not to wake her up.
He was now 6'4 with broad shoulders and mussels that were kept in shape by more then just playing Quidditch. His light blond hair was shorter but was still combed back and carefully looked after. His silver gray eyes looked cold and solid with little feeling, his eyes seem to always be able to make people grow weak and powerless which was one great advantage to Draco. And when he turned his back, on his left shoulder was a large tattoo of black sliver dragon.
Putting a cigarette into his mouth he slowly moved towards his wardrobe and started looking for the serpent head at the back of it and gave it a strong tug.
By the time the wall at the back had disappeared into thin air, he had already lit his cigarette and inhaled the smoke deep into his lungs.
The instant he stepped into the darkness, torches lit up along the walls in a long line as the wall behind him reappeared with a serpent head poking out of it.
He walked down the stone staircase leading deeper and deeper bellow Hogwarts, until he had reached his destination "The Chamber of Secrets."
After Potter and company had taken out the "giant serpent"; no one had ever bothered to come back down, thinking the only passage way was blocked off by "wonder boy". They were very wrong about that one.
From the chamber there were so many passages that lead to everywhere inside and outside the school grounds, that even Draco still got lost now and again. (He even once found Him self in the Headmaster's office, but was lucky because Dumbledore wasn't there or he would of surely been expelled, which meant he would of had to face his dick head father. That was far worse then being expelled)
He had never taken anyone down there; he thought it best that no one knew about it. Because this was his hiding place, his getaway from the fuck up world that he lived in.
Potter and his "save the day club" were just small annoying itch compared to what he was going thru at home.
He ran away from home during the summer holidays and slept there to get away from Lucius and his "disciplining". He hated his father...
"No place like home" He said out loud as he entered his "real" bedroom.
Made by the same people who made the chamber, it had stone walls filled with books (most of them about Dark Magic) a big study area a lot bigger then the house common rooms, on the other side there was a king size 4poster bed covered with black and green sheets with figures carved into the wall behind. The centre of the room had a huge fireplace that was always lit. To top it all off the ceiling was enchanted to be the moving night sky.
Dumping his smoke into the fireplace he walked over to his bedside table and pulled out a box, which was filled with Polaroid pictures.
Each one with a different girl on them, with their name's and date written on the back of each one. Some of the girls in the photo's were still sleeping, other were either waving at him or blowing kisses, or being really rued towards him.
This he liked to call his "box of trophies" which he been collecting since 3rd yr.
'Shit I might need to get a new box by the end of the year' A grin spared across his face, as he slip the box back into its place. And he thought about his dream again...
'Who was she? She did feel like a real person...like someone he knew'
He thought as he started walking to his bathroom, which was just as impressive as his bedroom.
The whole time he was in the shower he was deep in thought about 'her'
'Her smooth skin, her brown hair... cinnamon eyes...who-'
He cut himself off when a switch finally clicked in his head allowing him to remember it in full detail...
'"No, not here...he'll find us" she told me...not listing I pulled her into an empty class room not being able to hold back ...her brown cinnamon eyes ready to ready burst into tears as she gave me that last kiss
"Draco" I hear her say my name...by then I really hungered for more...then I said..."trust me Her-'
"Granger"
He heard himself say out loud, right before banging his head hard into the shower wall.
A/N: again I am so sorry if I missed spelt something, English is my 2nd language and it takes so long for me to correct it. Do you guys think I should maybe think of moving the story to rated R or that it should be all right where it is? Plz review me and give me some ideas, I love hearing what other people think!