Hey hey hey, hows everyone... I'm fine... I just got my nails done for homecoming and they are driving me absolutely barmy! Oh well at least they look nice. Here is the next five chapters. I haven't typed my next chapter (after these five) yet, and it is really super long so it might not be up until Sunday (tomorrow is Homecoming). Anyway... if you were disappointed with the whole death of Voldemort being just a type of thing with no fight, don't be. I just didn't want there to be a big fight with a predictable ending is all. I just wanted him gone so I could on with the story, if you can grasp that. Plus I didn't really want to make it all about the fight and Harry, that is what J.K. is writing the 7th book for.

Disclaimer: Nothing... nothing... nothing... I don't want to say it but nothing (tear, sniffle), is (sniffle) mine (WAAAAHHH), oh wait but the plot is mine, (YAY) don't steal pwease!

On with the story...

Chapter Eleven

Squirrels and Such

'These dreams have got to stop. I am going mental. I already had to live through them actually happening now I have to relive them through my dreams, what bollocks." Draco thought.

"Draco! Don't swear! What have I told you about that before? Besides what dreams have been driving you crazy?" Hermione was now standing in front of him, however she wasn't moving her lips.

"Bloody hell woman, get out!" Draco realized that Hermione was a trained telepath and leglimens, and kicked her out of his mind. (A/N: ok what is the difference, they both have to do with reading thoughts so get over that fact. LOL, JK)

"Draco I don't see why you can't use normal language. Profanity is not the answer. Besides what were you saying about dreams? Have you been having the dream about the squirrel again? Remember what I said about that-" she was cut off.

"NO it was not about the squirrel! I have not had that dream since I was thirty, at least. Besides you said you would never bring that up again! And it is nothing just an overlapping dream that is completely annoying." He half lied.

Hermione remembered when he had talked so foully of her friend, and said with a smirk that she had inherited from her husband, "Oh I see, you were having masculine dreams about Harry Potter, and he won't let you have your way with him, that is why you were so annoyed with him this morning. Don't worry honey it is completely understandable." She giggled.

Realizing what she had just implied with the word masculine, he retorted, "I AM NOT HAVING DREAMS ABOUT HARRY POTTER, MASCULINE OR OTHERWISE! AND I WOULD APPRECIATE IT IF YOU WOULD NOT BARGE INTO MY MIND LIKE THAT!" he yelled and then saw the look of his wife's face, and quickly added in a pathetic tone, "I mean if you wouldn't mind darling."

"Well, well, well, if I wasn't mistaken I would think that the one and only Draco Malfoy is becoming a big old softy." She smirked, "Besides I was just looking out for you."

"I'm sorry, if I was worried about something then I would tell you." He kissed the top of her head. "Hey do you mind, Blaise and the boys have asked me to drinks in about an hour, can I go, please, ooh pretty please?" He asked as though he were five.

"I was wrong, you have gone soft," she said with a giggle (A/N: ok got a question... can old people giggle? Just trying to picture a sixty year old woman trying to giggle, and it always comes to me as thought she would... I don't know... chuckle. So answer this as kind of a poll in your reviews... Do old people giggle or chuckle. Just wondering. LOL). "Of course you can go, are you going to be home for dinner?"

"Yes I would suspect I will." He said with the happy smile of his ten year old grandson.

"Well I will see you at dinner then." She kissed him on the head and walked up the stairs.

'Ok, now I have half an hour before I need to be in Dr. Levine's office,' Draco thought to himself, making sure to use his occlumency skills, after all he was a Malfoy and he had to keep his dignity. 'Thank goodness she bought the whole drinks bit. Women can be so thick!' he "chuckled" (do you see my point? Do they giggle or chuckle?) to himself.

Within five minutes he had apparated to a small alley in London so he would not be seen. However...

"What the bloody hell do you think you are playing at?" a homeless man asked while rubbing his hands over a trashcan fire. "Never mind, I think it is time I get some help anyway." And he walked away.

"Whoa that was damn close." Said Draco as he quickly walked out of the alley and into his least favorite part of the city. It was swarming with muggles, but then again so was the rest of the city. However, he just really disliked this particular part. He walked with his head down for about a block, and finally reached a set of stairs that led to a door of a house. He walked up to the top and looked at the plaque that said 'Dr. Levine PhD of Psychiatry Practices.' He saw the buzzer next to the plaque and remembered his first time coming here.

/Flashback/

'I hate it here! Muggles everywhere.' Said a thirty or so Draco. He got to the staircase and looked up to the top of them to see a bronze plaque and a button with another plaque-like looking thing, only it had openings in it. He thought they looked like bars, but forgot the fact. 'Dr. Levine PhD of Psychiatry Practices. I guess this must be the place. Now how do I get in? I can't apparate in there, he is obviously a muggle, he will think I'm off my rocker.' He tried to open the glass door that was in front of the wooden one, but it was locked. He looked around to see if he could open it using his wand, but someone was bound to notice, and he just couldn't risk it. He knocked on the glass door, but it was so thin, he could barely hear the noise it produced. Once again looking at the plaque with bars and the button underneath it, he thought for a second. 'I wonder...' he said out loud pressing the button, and a buzzing sound came from inside the house.

Suddenly the plaque with bars spoke to him. 'Hello? Mr. Malfoy is that you? I will buzz you in.' Draco was very bewildered he had no idea what had just happened.

Unexpectedly, there was another buzz that made Draco jump. He just stood there, and then the plaque with bars spoke again. 'Mr. Malfoy if this is you, you need to open the door before the buzzing stops, I know they are difficult to deal with these buzzers. I will buzz you in again.' The buzzing started again, and slowly Draco reached for the handle to the glass door and tried to turn it... Success! Draco was now able to open the wooden one behind it as well, and soon was standing in a nicely furnished foyer.

' Ahh Mr. Malfoy, I presume.' A stout man of probably thirty-five said as he patted Draco on the back.'

/End Flashback/

He pressed the white button, and had no trouble when Dr. Levine buzzed him in. In fact Draco knew exactly what to do. He went straight downstairs to what was known as the basement level. Downstairs was a wonderful looking office, with a green leather couch, and another green armchair. Also a desk and some very fine artwork occupied the room.

Behind the desk was the same stout man he had remembered from all his visits. The man had white hair along with a white mustache. He was wearing khaki dress pants with a white dress shirt, and red vest over it. He looked very business-like for a man of his age.The two men were of close age, the doctor was probably five years his senior.

"Sit down, Mr. Malfoy. Now what seems to be the purpose of you visit. Are you having that dream about the squirrel again, now remember what I told you about that-"

Draco cut him off, a tad bit annoyed that yet another person had brought that damn thing up again. "No, no Doctor it is not that dream. It is a dream but not that one, thank god!" he watched as the Doctor grabbed his clipboard and sat in the armchair across from the long couch that Draco was now spread across. "Now I hope you don't mind, but..."

"This is about the wizarding world? How delightful!" The Doctor said. Draco had once let it slip that he was a wizard, and just as he was about to jolt the doctor's memory, he blurted out that his niece was a witch, this comforted Draco immensely that he now did not have to cover up certain things about his problems. He still however was a tad bit uncomfortable with the fact that he was being helped by a muggle, and that would probably never change. "Please do begin!" Dr. Levine loved to hear about the adventures Draco and his friends had gone through.

"Well I have been having dreams about my past. They have not been consecutive dreams about what happened, but they have been in a certain order."

"Continue." The Dr. nodded.

"Well they start with when I met this girl, and then they escalade from there." Draco added.

"This girl, any importance of her to you now." He asked, writing something down on his clipboard.

"Well she is kind of my wife."

"Kind of?" he asked, raising his left eyebrow.

"Well she is my wife." Draco added smiling at what the Doctor had just asked.

"I see. When did they start?"

"The dreams?" Draco asked, as the doctor nodded in reply. "Well they started when she said I had to sleep of the sofa." Draco was terribly embarrassed.

"And did you do anything or say anything after she said you had to sleep on the sofa?"

Draco remembered somewhere along the lines of thinking her to be a mud- and then he shot up on the sofa to a sitting position.

"I am guilty of thinking that about her and now my dreams are telling me how lucky I am to have her. Wow this man is good!" Draco thought to himself as he looked at the doctor with a big smile. "You know what Doc, I think I figured it out. Thanks for your help again, you know how to work wonders!" said Draco as he cautiously shook the muggle's hand (he was still afraid he would get the Ebola virus, a muggle virus that his wife had told him about, a/n: lol hey sis)

"Well I do what I can, and that was the easiest session I have ever had with you. Well except that one session we had about the-" he was cut off.

"Squirrel I know doc, and don't bring it up again if you please. Bye, thanks again." Draco said walking back upstairs and out the two doors.

While he was at the psychiatrist's Hermione was beginning to wonder. "He's not at that blimen psychiatrist's again! Why can't he just talk to me?" She talked to herself. Just then the muggle phone rang, and she knew exactly who it was. "Why hello Dr. Levine."

"Yes, hello Mrs. Malfoy. He has just left. You can come now if you want."

She was not afraid to apparate in front of the doctor, unlike Draco, and within seconds she was inside his office.

"That still amazes me!" he said when she POPPED into the office. "Now you can have a seat if you like. Now it was nothing about the squirrel as you thought." He said with laughter at the thought of someone having a disturbing dream about a squirrel. "No in fact it was about you, and that is all I got out of him, because he suddenly figured it out for himself. Strange yet fascinating man you married there Mrs. Malfoy."

"I tell myself that everyday. Thanks again Doctor." She said. She remembered the first time she had asked him for information about Draco and the Doctors session, and she remembered how she had to resort to threatening him that she would hex him if he didn't, because of client confidentiality. She laughed at this and thanked the man and apparated away back home.

She noticed that Draco wasn't home when she got there. "That's odd; he should be home by now if his appointment is done. Maybe he went out to drinks after all." She said as she went to a bowl with water in it, it resembled a pensieve but much smaller in size and the liquid actually looked like water. She looked into it and circled her wand over it three times and said, "Show me Draco!"

There was a flash of light, and the water changed into a live picture of a pub. However it was not what you would expect it to look like, it was completely empty, even the bartender was missing. She thought this to be extremely odd, and decided to find out what was going on.

She muttered a spell and a little sign appeared over the bowl, which read, 'Marty's Pub, in Piccadilly Circus."

Hermione noticed this name and realized it was a wizard's pub, and ran to the living room with a large fireplace. She ran towards the fireplace and reached into a porcelain vase (which was very decorative, probably cost a fortune). She pulled out some floo powder, and rushed inside the fireplace, and yelled, "Marty's Pub, in Piccadilly Circus!'

Within a minute or so she was standing in an empty pub. All the chairs were on top of the tables and there was no music playing, it was obviously closed. "But why is Draco here if it is closed? I don't even see him." She spoke to soon, and screamed...

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So I there is chappie eleven... I am getting started on the next one right... now! REVIEW!

Dominique