Well, I can't say that I'm too happy with how this chapter turned out. I don't really like the ending but that's the only way it'll fit the story. Anyways, thank you very much to everoyone who reviewed.

By the way, just a question, what do you all think of the girl they chose to play Luna in the fifth movie? I've heard a lot of things like she doesn't look dreamy enough or she looks like a Malfoy. I think that she does look like a Malfoy but I think she'll do well...

Disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters. They are all owned by J. K. Rowling but I do own those characters that you do not recognize.


He was sitting in front of a laundromat on an iron bench looking serenly at the people in front of him. He watched as the children flew past him on their mini broomsticks, bursts of red magic trailing behind them. he watched the old ladies across the street group together gossiping conspiratorily about something. Draco watched the sellers at their stalls beckon to the multitude of tourists, who walked past their stalls.

Draco blinked and found himself in from of the stall he had bought his aunt's potion ingredients from. He was standing in front of that girl...Jenny. She twirled her silver knife in her hand, the shine from it occassionally blinding Draco. As he watched her, she seemed to almost be carressing it.

Out of curiousity, he asked, "What are you doing?"

"Petting my knife," she answered in a deadpan voice.

He raised an eyebrow and asked, "For what?"

Jenny looked at him with a bored expression on his face and replied, "It needs to be comforted."

Draco took a step away from her. "You...you comfort your knife before cutting things?"

Her black hair fell across her face as she replied, "I like to kill things. My knife is a fragile creature. It's not used to be mean."

Draco snorted and almost laughed in her face. "And tell me, what have you killed recently?"

Her face was blanked as she continued to run her finger up and down the knife. "Nothing...but I have a secret desire to become an assassin. But, my grandmother won't let me."

"Er…alright." Draco rolled his eyes incredulously at her and turned away from her. He needed to stop dreaming crazy things like these. He didn't understand any of it.

Lately, he had been having dreams yet they were not really dreams. In his dreams, he would be somewhere he had just recently visited. He would see the people he had passed by that day. When he passed by them, they just talked to him. He had a queer feeling in his mind that told him that his mind was not telling him these things and that somehow these people themselves were. He did not understand it. He did know that he was fully conscious though. He had tried waking up in the middle of his dreams but found that if there was a person anywhere in his sight, he could not. It was as though there was a wall blocking him from leaving his dream world. Most people do not have control of what goes on when they sleep. Dreams just happen. Yet, here he was fully conscious but not awake. It was rather disconcerting.

He blinked and found himself at the edge of a dock. In front of him was the ocean, tossing and turning. It was a stormy grey color that reminded him faintly of a mirror that his mother used to own. Then, she had thrown it out the window one day saying that it did not show her reflection nicely anymore.

The wind blew past him, blowing his hair everywhere. His robes billowed out around him as he stared into the horizon. He couldn't help wishing that everything was back to normal. That was a word that he had never known ever in his life. He had never been normal. Draco Malfoy was the son of two Death Eaters, one of whom was currently in possession of an abnormal "gift" and the other who was thought to be dead, but really wasn't. Then on top of that, there was Hermione. He scowled at the water and wished for it to open up and swallow him whole.

This was a dream, wasn't it? He could make it do that. Then again, he wondered. If he had full consciousness in his dreams, would it be possible for him to really die? He sneered and muttered, "You never know until you try."

He looked down at the ocean and watched as it suddenly rose upwards. A huge wave at least as tall as Hogwarts towered in front of him. Draco raised his arms to the sky and waited for it to crash down upon him. What happened instead was that he felt it pull him, embrace him. Nothing crashed into him. He closed his eyes contently as he was swirled around peacefully by the water. Even his dreams had pity on him. Yes, he supposed that there was a part of his subconscious that yearned for attention and pity like he received during the time he was at school. There were parts of him that wanted someone to oblige his every whim, but that life was gone and replaced by one that had smacked him hard in the face, one that had given him a large does of reality.

Draco was so preoccupied in his thoughts that it took him a while to see that the current of the water changed. He opened his eyes and saw that the water had started swirling and was now in the process of forming some sort of a whirlpool. Draco watched with a morbid sort of fascination as he felt himself go round and round. It reminded him of a time when he was younger. He had gotten a large dog for his birthday. It was rather large to him as he had only been about four. While his parents were not looking, he had jumped on the dog. The dog, not knowing what had just happened, began running in circles. Draco was thrown off the dog after about a minute and hit his head on a nearby table. He never saw the dog again.

He blinked.

He found himself on another field similar to one that he had seen a few dreams ago. Then again, this time, it was very devoid of the numerous colorful flowers that had been in it. Now, it was filled with a vast expanse of only lush green grass. He allowed a rare smile to pass his lips as he breathed in the scent of the grass.

Something wet popped against his cheek. He frowned as he found that his cheek was mildly sticky. He turned around and his eyes widened. There standing in front of him in a pale yellow dress was Hermione Granger blowing bubbles.

She smiled warmly at him and continued blowing her bubbles. Draco watched her with a calm look knowing that it was only a dream. It wasn't real. He turned away from her knowing that there was no point in dwelling on dreams of things that he wanted. He wanted her with him, yes. But, if he wanted her then he needed to do something about it, not dream. Draco started walking away from her but turned as he heard her call his name.

"Draco!" called Hermione, setting her bubbles down on the grass.

He turned towards her and watched her unfeelingly as she walked towards him. Once she was in front of him, he stared at her long and hard before releasing a deep breath. He slowly took her hand in his and whispered, "Just a dream..."

"What?" she asked, frowning at him.

"Nothing." Then he looked into her eyes and saw something that was not there before. He hadn't really noticed anything about them the last time except for the fact that they were really big and brown. But now...

"You look different this time," he said, cupping her cheek in his hand.

"You look the same as always," she replied, smiling at him. She pulled her hand from his and asked, "Would you like to blow bubbles with me, Draco?"

He smirked at her and replied, "I think I'll watch you for now." She smiled at him and went back to pick up her bubbles. He watched as small bubbles flew out of the rod she was blowing on. She looked so peaceful. If only that was how everything really was. He did not want to pity himself at all. In fact, he knew that it was his fault that she was blind and gone. That was an accepted fact for him but he couldn't help but wish that there was something he could go on. Something that would bring him closer to finding her. Even a clue.

Just under his nose, that's what she had told him last time. There was still nothing under his nose. Perhaps he shouldn't have taken the meaning so literally.

Her back was to him now so he strode up to her and slowly wrapped his arms around her waist. He whispered in her ear, "Don't leave me this time, Granger." Draco lightly pressed a kiss to her cheek and kept his arms around her.

"You left last time though. I couldn't find you afterwards." She leaned her head back so that she was looking at him.

He stepped away from her and looked at her peculiarly. "What do you mean I left? You're the one who ran away telling me to find you."

Her brown eyes gazed at him in confusion. "What? I was standing right in front of you and you ran right past me."

Draco stared at her and replied, "You are the on who told me to come find you."

"I did not," she said, pushing a strand of her unruly hair out of her face.

He fought the urge to roll his eyes and muttered, "This is lovely. My own dreamed up world is arguing with me." He looked at her and said, "Gives no sign of stopping either."

"I always win, Draco Malfoy! I always…wait, what do you mean your own dream world?" she demanded, tapping her foot impatiently. He blinked and suddenly, they were standing in Hogwarts of all places. She looked at him and said, "This is my dream!" She looked at him with an incredulous look and said, "I can't believe that I'm arguing with my head."

"Now my brain deems it fit to mock me. What the hell going on here?" Draco scowled at her. He softened his expression a bit as her eyes grew wide and her mouth formed a perfect "o".

"What? Have you received some sort of epiphany?" He frowned at her and shook his head. The scenery must have been getting to him. He blinked and they were in the Heads common room.

Hermione stepped back and tripped over the table that was next to her. Draco was by her side in a second. He gave her his hand and raised an eyebrow when she didn't take it. His gaze became cold as he saw her looking at him with an expression that mirrored fear. It might have been surprise but either way, she seemed to be shrinking away from him.

"Do I have something on my face, Granger?" He watched as she slowly got up.

She looked at him with wary eyes and muttered, "My mind must be playing tricks on me. This is not real. Not real at all. Impossible rather…" His silver eyes locked with hers and in that second, he realized that there was something odd going on. He pulled his hand away and stared at her wondering what was so odd when suddenly, something snapped in his mind.

He swiftly stepped up to her and taking her face in his hands and whispered almost desperately, "Granger, is that you?"

Her eyes widened even further as her jaw dropped slightly. "Oh my..." She stared urgently into his eyes wondering if this dream was just horrifyingly real while at the same time hoping that it wasn't. "Draco...?" She was silenced by his lips covering hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him closer to her, wanting him, hoping that she would never be away from him again.

He broke away from the kiss only plant another one on her forehead. Hugging her fiercely to his chest, he muttered, "Don't leave me again, Granger. If you do, I don't know what I'll do."

Hermione kept her arms around his neck as tears fell down her face. "What- how is this possible?" Draco kissed her. "The last thing I remember was going to sleep."

"Doesn't matter," he replied, hugging her even harder.

She looked up at him and asked, "But it does Draco! I mean how do I know that you're not a figment of my imagination and that I'm not a figment of yours? How do we know that this isn't just a dream?"

Draco planted a kiss right below her ear and whispered, "Then we have exceptionally wicked minds. Just don't think." Draco looked at her, feeling as though a heavy weight had been lifted off her heart. "Where are you right now?"

"I was in this cell somewhere," she murmured. "You father...did you know that he's alive?" He nodded into her hair as she continued. "Well he's a monster. He had me in these chains that, every time I displeased him, would grow tighter around my wrists. I'm sure that if you saw my real body, you'd see scars all over them."

"I'll kill him." Draco looked her in the eye and asked, "Did he move you somewhere else?"

She frowned and replied, "I'm in this huge library but I-

"He put you in a library yet you're unhappy?" He chuckled and said, "I never thought I'd see the day that you were unhappy to be in a library." Draco looked down at her and noticed that she looked slightly pale. "What's wrong?"

"I don't know..." She held her stomach and with an odd expression on her face, she said, "Something's pulling me."

Without warning, she disappeared. Draco looked at the spot in his arms where she was been, shocked. She was gone. Not even one word. He stood up fuming. His one chance and he didn't even get to say goodbye. He blinked once more and saw that he was in a volcano of some sort. He raised his head to the sky, a dark blue color with no stars, and let out a deafening roar.

Draco's eyes snapped opened as cold water hit his face. He looked up to see his aunt's eerily pale staring down at him with a peculiar expression on her face. "Are you alright, Draco? You were yelling in your sleep."

He turned away from her with an outraged expression on his face and muttered, "Just dandy."

"If you say so," she replied simply. She began walking away but hesitated for a moment. She turned around to face him, her dark eyes gleaming. "It must have been a really horrible dream you were having judging by how loud you were screaming."

Draco grunted in reply but something in her voice made him turn to look at her. She was standing in his doorway, leaning on the frame, with a knowing sort of look on her face. He was rather unnerved by her but there was something about her that brought forth an immeasurable amount of curiosity.

When she made no move of leaving, he said, "May I ask you something?"

"Certainly."

He looked down not wanting to see her eerie eyes. "The gifts you, mother, and Aunt Bella possess...are they always the same?"

"I don't get your meaning."

He sighed and looked up at her. "I mean, the powers you both have, did you inherit them from witches or wizards who had the same powers?"

"Variations," she replied. She combed a hand through her dark hair. "You know my daughter, Nymphadora? She's a metamorphagus. My mother told me that we had a powerful glamour witch quite a few generations back, she could have gotten her ability from that but I doubt it. My son, he's...well, he's not anything like that but he was a lucky one." Draco could see the pride shining in her eyes as she talked about her children. It was all there with protectiveness that Draco had never seen in anyone except possibly Molly Weasley. "He was just plain lucky, but then his luck ran out..." She looked sharply at Draco, eyes narrowed and asked, "Why?"

Draco looked down and said, "I was just wondering if there was a way to see what gift I could have, if I had one."

Andromeda looked at him with an unidentifiable look before walking towards him. "Gifts aren't always passed from mother to child. Neither my mother nor my father had anything of the sort." She conjured up a chair for herself and sat down in front of him. "Draco, tell me your dream."

He looked at her with an up fronted look and said, "I think I'll pass, dear Aunt."

"No, tell me what you dreamed." The two of them had a staring contest, which Draco successfully lost. "Haven't you learned anything from your mother at all about dreams? About how they can be interpreted?"

"The most my mother has ever told me," interjected Draco, "was that all of my dreams are rubbish and common nightmares."

"Draco, don't lie to me." Andromeda tilted her head and looked at him with a cold look on her face. "I hate being lied to." She leaned forward in her chair and said, "Your question about the powers...it's not a normal question to ask after a nightmare. What did you dream?"

Draco reluctantly looked at her and drew a hand through his hair. "I saw her," he began. "Hermione. She was in my dream, but it wasn't a dream, it was real." He frowned at her and said, "She's alright though..."

Andromeda tentatively took his hand and said, "And?"

Draco closed his eyes and dropped his head onto his hand. He felt like a bloody child in the presence of this woman. There was something about her that made him feel so insignificant. It was not a motherly sort of thing for if it was then Draco would have had very little problem with confiding in her. "Then she disappeared and I woke up."

Andromeda sighed and patted his hand reassuringly. "Just a dream, Draco. You must really like Hermione a lot to be dreaming about her."

Draco snapped his head up and pulled his hand away from her as if stung. "That's exactly what mother said. It was not just a dream. It was her. I know it."

"The subconscious can do many strange things Draco. If we could control what really went on in our minds then we would have the key to eternal knowledge." She got up and looked down at him. "No one is that blessed."

Draco scowled at her and said, "That was her. I know it was." He looked down desperately. "I did not make it up. She was there and she's alright."

The older woman twisted her hair between her fingers with a curious sort of look on her face and said, "What proof do you have of this?"

His grey eyes met her dark ones for a brief moment and he said, "Nothing..."

She nodded to him and said, "I'm truly very sorry." She turned to leave but at the last second turned and said, "Sweet dreams."

Draco watched her go, the streaks of silver in her hair shining as she left the room.