Disclaimer; I don't own any of these characters. That honor is JK Rowling's

Dreaming of Snakes and Lions…

Thunder awoke me hours later with a longing that I had not felt before. I felt that I had been dreaming about him and my mouth was fresh from his kisses. I got up from my bed and stood by the terrace window. Inhaling deeply that scent of rain, and earth and all of the wonderful things about this castle. I could feel the magic floating in the air and an odd sensation came over me. Like a hunger that ate at my stomach and soul. It was something that drove my every thought right now, and I could only think of one thing that would save me from going completely out of my head. I needed to see him. To look upon his face, to hear him breathe, to smell his skin near mine. Maybe I could sneak down the hall and look into his room for just a second. He would never know. As quietly as I could I walked towards his room. His door was cracked and I could see moonlight spilling out into the dark hall. With all the nerve I could manage I walked slowly up to his door and looked in the tiny crack. There he stood, by his terrace, his body engulfed in the moonlight, his hair loose and blowing in the gentle night breeze. He stood there, breathing in the thick night air, staring into the midnight sky at the dark blanket of millions of stars. I held my breath at the sight. He looked almost ghostly. My head was dizzy, my heart pounded, my knees went weak and I stumbled back a step. The floor creaked! His head turned quickly and I could hear him walking towards his door. There was no way around it; he was going to catch me watching him. I tried desperately to think of a reason why I would be in his hallway this late at night.

"Who's there?" he called.

I froze to the spot. This was it. He was going to walk out here, see me in my nightclothes, and laugh me into oblivion because I was by his door spying on him. The door opened, and he came walking out, wearing only green silk boxers. His eyes caught mine. He walked forward so fast and grabbed me around the waist that I was caught off guard. I lost my balance and stumbled forward into his strong waiting arms. My heart thumped so hard in my chest I felt it would wake everyone in the castle.

He grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me forward into his lips. They were so soft, and warm and inviting. I melted and my heart fluttered in my stomach. Why does he have this effect on me? I felt his slow and steady breathing rising and falling on my chest. I looked to him for some word, but as always in my dreams, none came. His kisses grew more and more passionate and soon his tongue was roaming my mouth, wrestling for dominance with mine. His soft hands were roaming up the back of my night gown and I could feel his fingers growing ever so close to my most private area. I felt embarrassed to have someone touching me so intimately, but I made no effort to stop him.

Reality and dreams became a blur, as he used his experienced hands all over my body, driving me to the edge and back again several times before he lifted me off the floor and carried me into his bed. The moonlight had spilled into his room making it glow with a cold pale light. He laid me ever so gently on the bed and lifted the bottom of my nightgown. His hands began rubbing up and down my thighs, making my body shiver. His lips followed suit and I could feel his hot kisses on my calves, my knees, my thighs and finally my lips. 'What was he doing?' I asked myself, as naive as I could possibly be, and then a wave of pleasure came over me. My head felt light, and I could feel his hot breath between my legs. His tongue ran little circles over and over, making me grind my hips into him. He kept his hands on my legs and started kissing up my stomach, tearing my nightgown off as he went. He reached my breasts and took them into his mouth, sucking hard on my nipples making them stand on end. He looked up into my eyes, and I was instantly mesmerized. They were shining in the moonlight, flashing orbs of his soul. I wondered when he was thinking, whether he knew it was a dream. I stared contently into his eyes, wondering what it would be like to be with him. To wake up every morning looking at those eyes, and knowing it was me he loved above all others.

He laid on top of me and kissed me softly, sweetly, gently and lovingly. I never thought that he would be so gentle, so thoughtful. I felt myself ready to let him make me his forever.

"Draco…" I whispered in his ear, my breath hot, my heart racing.

He looked at me, into me.

"Draco…." I said it again, knowing I wanted him more than I have ever wanted anything before.

He still said nothing, crashing his lips down onto mine, kissing my neck, my chest and lightly kissing my ear. I could feel his breathing in my ear and it was driving me crazy. I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him as close as nature would allow. I felt him slide off his shorts, and his maleness was hard as it rubbed my leg. I allowed him to part my legs with his body and he just lay there, kissing me and rubbing me until I climaxed. My body was shaking, but still I was ready for more. I felt him slide in and my mind went blissfully into thoughts I had no right to think. Thoughts such as love, marriage and children, a lifetime of complete bliss. What was I thinking? This was Malfoy. And this was a dream. An enjoyable dream, but a dream none the less. I pushed all rational thoughts out of my brain and decided just to have fun with this dream and not over analyze it.

He took his time, careful not to hurt me. Even though we had made love hundreds of times in my dreams, every time with him seemed new, different, real. He kissed my skin and let his mouth run over me. This dream was different than others I had. I always felt so self conscious around him, even in my dreams. But now, the look in his eyes, made me alive with desire, with passion, with love. My eyes begged him to speak, to say my name, to say something to me, but it was if he was engrossed by me, barley stopping to breathe. I felt drunk, and childish, but in control and mature at the same time. My whole world was him now, at least until I woke up.

His kisses reined over me, and I was coming again and again. He manipulated my body with his until I was driven to the brink of my own destruction. I bit down on his shoulder to keep from screaming so loud I could have woke the dead. He bit me back, but instead of pain, I came again. My neck was red and purple from his 'love bites' but I didn't care. I felt his body tense up again and I knew this was my chance; I wanted him to say my name, to know who he was making love to.

"Draco…" I breathed in a low voice "say it."

His breaths came harder and faster

"Please Draco…say my name, say it is me you want and no other." My voice quivered, not sure what to expect…

"Draco, please, I need to hear it" I was practically begging him.

He was going to come before I could tell him how bad I needed him, to be with him, even if it was only in my dreams.

"Draco, tell me, tell me you love me and this is real, not a dream…" tears were coming down my eyes. I loved him, so help me Merlin, and I didn't want this to be another dream.

Just then, I felt his body tremble,

"I love you Hermione," he whispered low and sweet into my mind. "Let's never wake up."

A/N thank you to everyone who reviewed this story. it has taken on a life of its own..I hope you all like it.