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Dreams, fantasies and other imaginary things…

As I stood there, waiting, I held my breath. My heart was racing and I couldn't think straight. The room seemed misty, and thick with scents, and sounds. Standing there in front of him, nude, I was prepared for what may come. I laid my soul on the line for him, and I hoped he would return the favor.

His beautiful, soulful eyes opened slowly. The silver snowflake sparkled around my neck, and it reflected in his eyes. A slow smile started on his sensuous full lips.

"Well? Do you like it?"

Quickly he pulled me into his embrace, he took my breath away with a kiss that was so familiar, and yet so new, that my spine was weak and I felt faint.

"Does that answer your question?" he asked in my ear, breathing heavily, and his voice raspy with lust.

I kissed him again, running my lips across his. He moaned and tightened his grip on my waist. I slowly was unbuttoning his robes, to reveal only a white t shirt and green silk boxers underneath. I ran my hands down the front of his chest, feeling every muscle on his stomach. I lifted his hands over his head and removed his shirt, leaving his smooth pale skin next to mine. He felt so good and warm. I continued to feel him, letting my hands run closer and closer to his manhood. He kissed the nape of my neck and pulled my hair out of its clip. It flowed out, and my curls cascaded over my shoulders.

"You look like an angel" he said softly.

I kissed down his chest, and back up again, slowly driving him mad. I felt powerful and alive, like nothing I had experienced in life. I wanted to make those dreams come true.

"I want you Draco…more than anything I've ever wanted in my whole life. Tell me that it's only me that you want, that it is only me you love." I had never been so bold. What had come over me? But so help me Merlin, I needed to hear it.

"I love you Hermione," his hands grabbed my face and looked me deep in the eyes. His silver eyes turned an azure blue with silver flecks. How I loved those eyes. Cerulean and iridescent they always gave him away.

Just then, he picked me up and carried me up the stairs, I kissed his neck as he lifted me up as though I was light as a feather.

His bedroom was bathed in moonlight. It was cozy, with a fire lit in the fireplace. That same smell of jasmine and roses was heavy in the air. I had such a feeling of déjà vu. The scent made me dizzy and breathless and when he placed me on his bed. He kissed me over and over, sending my mind reeling. He lay next to me, smelling my hair, tracing my breasts with his fingers. I knelt on his bed staring at this man who was so much more to me than I could have ever imagined. He was my other half, my soul mate. I knew no other man could take his place in my heart. He looked like a deity to me laying there in the moonlight, smiling up at me as I moved my hand closer to his erection that could not be hidden by his silky boxers. I crawled towards the end of the bed and reached up to pull of the cumbersome clothing. He was already hard and I looked at him hungrily. I bent over and kissed his legs and thighs moving slowly up towards him. He was panting, I knew he wanted me to kiss him everywhere, and boldly I did. I took him in my hand and let my lips touch him softly, just barley making contact. His skin smelled so good, and tasted so raw and male. I licked a bit harder, making him squirm. I felt his body tense up slightly, and then relax. His hands were running through my long curls, my neck became covered in goose bumps. I ran my tongue lower and lower down his hardness. I let it in my mouth for a second or two, tasting him, wanting more. I felt like I was going to explode it I did not have him soon. I kissed my way up his stomach and chest. I got to his neck and nuzzled him gently. He ran his hands along my spine, then around to my breasts. He was so gentle, massaging them with his hands. I let a soft moan escape my lips. I felt as though I couldn't wait another minute.

He grabbed me and flipped me on my back, running his hands down my thighs, feeling how wet I was. It made his eyes turn dark with lust. He smiled greedily at me as he worked his mouth on my breasts, lower to my stomach, and finally to my waiting lips. I felt his mouth and hot breath teasing, just as I had. It made me giddy, and out of my element. I was going to let my heart win this time, instead of my head. After what seemed like forever of him meeting my every need, he crawled back up and met my face with his. I felt his body, smooth and glowing lie above me and shower me with kisses. He made me melt and I felt my legs grow shaky. He used his hands to massage them and slowly I parted them to allow him in. I was scared, I did want this…more than anything perhaps, and tonight the whole night had seemed so perfect and dreamlike. The smell of him, the taste of him, all driving me to the brink of insanity. I felt him push up near my leg, and all of a sudden I was scared and then I let my emotions flow out of my head.

"Draco…" I moaned

Between kisses he replied "Yes my love?"

"This is my first time, I'm scared. I don't want to be hurt"

He looked deep into my amber eyes.

"I won't hurt you, I love you"

He pushed into me and I felt a world of thoughts exploding in my mind. It didn't hurt as much as I thought and I felt a familiar feeling creeping up my body. It was as if nothing in the world mattered that moment except for me and him. He moves slowly, surely, stroking my hair and staring into my eyes with every movement he made. He was careful and deliberate. Making the most of every minute we had together. His body was skillful and I moaned with satisfaction every time he moved. I never thought it could be this good, this heavenly, and this wonderful with someone. I never felt so loved and happy. Me, Hermione Granger, in love with him, Draco Malfoy. But it was true. I was, madly, hopelessly, desperately in love with him. I wanted to believe his sweet words were true, that he felt the same. I came over and over, mind reeling, he breathed words in my ear, assuring me of his love for me. He was close to coming, just like in all of my dreams, his eyes changed color over and over with every breath he took. His whole body trembled and then he collapsed on my tired body.

"Was this just another dream?" I whispered softly.

"Another dream?" he asked. His face was serious as he gazed into my very being.

"I never thought I would tell you this," I said, my whole body blushing, "but since school began, I have been dreaming of you nightly. Dreams of you and me, making love, in different times and places, dreams of you telling me you love me with those eyes of deep silver, I didn't want to admit that you had stolen my heart in these dreams, but I feel if we are being honest, that you have a right to know." I looked away and I felt slight embarrassment at having revealed my soul to him.

"Oh, Hermione," he smiled, "I too have been dreaming of you, coming into my room, kissing me softly, making me love you. I even had marks where you nibbled me, but I chalked it up to sleepwalking. I thought I was never going to hear those words come out of your mouth. But the last two weeks together, I began to see some hope of showing you that I am not the person I used to be. I thought I was incapable of love until you made me see that life was worth living again as long as I have you."

My eyes were filled with tears now, we had the same dreams? How was this possible?

"Do you ever remember these dreams, Draco?"

"Yes" he said, "most of them end with me calling you by your name, and falling asleep in your hair"

I gasped.

"I have been dreaming the same thing, at first we said nothing to each other, but one dream a month or two back, I called you Draco, and you called me Hermione. And that is when I knew I loved you."

"Hermione, have you ever heard of shared dreams?"

"No, but what if it wasn't a dream?" I asked.

"Do you think it was real?" he asked me his face beaming with more questions than I could answer.

"I don't know Draco, there are things that happened in those dreams that I couldn't explain away when I woke up." I bit my lip, and looked at his wistful face.

"Do you still feel the same about me, Hermione? Whether or not it was a dream or reality?"

"Yes, but I would still like to know what is causing it to happen. If not for this phenomenon, I would never have known what a wonderful person you really are."

"Always inquisitive, that's my girl."

"Meanwhile, since this is not a dream" I looked over his naked body, still glistening with sweat "I don't think we are finished here." He smiled and his eye twinkled with that trademark gleam.

Sometime later, I fell asleep with his head on my shoulder, his arms wrapped around me, both breathing peacefully.

A/N I hope everyone liked this chapter. I have written up to like chapter 20 or so. I am posing a question to everyone. I am having a hard time finishing. I am not going to give details, but here it is. The last chapter I wrote is a cliffhanger. I have 3 suggestions on how to end it. Here they are.

Number 1- I can finish it in the same style I am writing now. And have a sweet ending.

Number 2- I can end it as is.

Number 3-I can end it with a HUGE twist.

Review and make your choice. Majority rules.

Love, Jennifer