Title: Dreams
Summary: Hermione is having strange dreams lately. Foul dreams of Lucius and Voldemort torturing her, but in the darkness shines a light. A light that is called Draco Malfoy. They're just dreams, aren't they? But then why does Draco want to meet her in the Prefect Bathroom?
Disclaimer: I just own the plot.
Setting: Book 4 & 5? Didn't happen. Voldemort hasn't become corporeal and started his great war. Let's just say things were postponed. They're now all in their sixth year, and because Voldemort didn't become corporeal, Sirius is still alive, and that means Harry will be slightly different as well.
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Chapter two:
Clutching her robe awkwardly she opened the door to the Prefects Bathroom. She was still bewildered. He had communicated with her, without insulting her. He had demanded, or rather, which seemed even more strange, asked for her help.
It was empty.
She bit her lip, wondering if this was all a practical joke. Whether strange things would happen or if she would be locked up here she didn't know, but now that Draco wasn't here to meet her her head starting coming up with reasons why this situation was so wrong.
The door cracked when it opened.
She turned around instantly, her eyes slightly larger than usual when she saw him standing in the doorway.
"What?"
He sneered.
"Wasn't expecting me? I thought you did know a sign when you saw one Granger"
She rolled her eyes at him. She hadn't come here to be made fun of and he should know that. With a huff and a haughty look at him she tried to get past him, out of the bathroom. He wouldn't let her.
His hand on her arm, though it wasn't gentle, made her stand still at once. Her eyes flew up at him in surprise. He had touched her, and he didn't even seem disgusted by it. Instead his eyes looked at her with an emotion she could hardly distinguish. He seemed uncomfortable, unsure where to start. He looked like he really needed her help but since he was a Malfoy and she was a mudblood it wasn't easy.
His touch also made her remember her dreams and she averted her eyes. She didn't want him to know about her dreams. She didn't want to show him that she was scared they weren't just dreams.
"Don't go"
He gently pushed her back into the bathroom and closed the door behind them, before casting a silencing spell. She just stood there watching him, trying to grasp once again how absurd this situation was. What if he would hurt her? What if his act of vulnerability was just a mask? She never should have agreed to meet him somewhere this private. Now that he had casted a silencing spell on the room he could do anything to her and nobody would notice. He could even rape her! She shuddered.
He turned around to face her and his lip curled up in disgust.
"Don't be so paranoid mudblood...I'd never do that...and besides...you're not even worth it"
She looked back at him, unsure of what to say.
"Thanks...I guess..."
She said awkwardly.
He sneered.
"We have to talk"
Her hands had wandered off, tugging at her robe. She was nervous. What did he want from her? So he wasn't going to rape her, that much was sure, but that didn't mean his intentions were very friendly.
"I need your help"
Those words, coming from his mouth, seemed so ridiculous that a smile tugged on the corner of her lips. He needed her help. He, a Malfoy for godsake, needed her help. With what? She wondered. She knew darn well he was the smartest wizard in their year. He matched her grades in almost every subject.
"With what?"
She managed to banish the laughter from her voice, but he still noticed the smile in her eyes. His face darkened and his eyes narrowed. With one swift move he had taken his wand out of his pocket.
"Never mind Granger. I should have known better than to ask your help. After all, what help can a little mudblood like yourself offer to a great wizard like myself?"
He pointed his wand at her and was about to mutter a spell when she raised her hands in midair, her own wand still in her pocket. She didn't know whether he would clear her memory or hex her, but she sure as hell didn't want to find out.
"Wait...I'm sorry..."
He lowered his wand, one eyebrow raised like he still questioned her sincerity.
"What help do you need?"
She didn't even know why she let all the insults slide, after all he had questioned her intelligence! It was the only thing she really took pride in. But somehow, when she looked at him, she decided she needed to trust him. Even if it was just because of her dreams, because she wanted to find out, she needed to become something else than his enemy. Maybe, if her dreams really were premonitions, this was exactly what needed to be done in order for him to save her. So she took a deep breath, casted her eyes upwards again until she was looking directly at him, and repeated her question.
"What help do you need?"
Draco had put his wand back into his pocket and his hands were floating aimlessly in mid-air. When he noticed his own strange behaviour he stuffed them into his pockets with a grim look.
"Look...not a word about this to anybody or I swear you'll don't know what's coming to you"
She nodded, silently urging him to go on.
He sat himself down on the cold stone ground, his head resting against the wall and his eyes fixed on the door, even though it was locked. She followed his example, but instead fixed her eyes on him. His mouth twitched, why she didn't know. It seemed like something genuinely bothered him. Her face softened as she saw him ruffling his hair with one hand. She felt like she needed to do something. To comfort him. Just as she was about to move to stroke his cheek like he had done in her dream he started speaking.
"You know all about the death-eaters right? I mean...you've probably read all about it in the library"
She nodded. When she had first learned about Voldemort, upon her arrival at Hogwarts, she had immediately hit the library to find out more about this evil wizard that wanted to attack Harry. Flipping through books she had found out more than she bargained for, and a part of her had wished she had stayed a normal girl like she had been until she turned eleven. In the muggleworld nobody tried to kill her friends.
"Voldemort...after he fled the castle in first year...he went to his loyal followers."
Hermione noticed that he wasn't even hesitating to speak the Dark Lords name. She felt a chill running down her spine, wondering once again how deep Draco was connected with You-know-who. In her dreams the loyal followers of Voldemort had been Draco's parents. She noticed that silently she was begging for it to be false.
"My father...he is one of those followers. A death-eater."
Draco was still staring at the door, his eyes now dark but emotionless.
"He always told me I was special. That the Dark Lord had chosen me as one of his protectors. One of his most prized possessions. I was to become a Death-Eater at my seventeenth birthday."
He now fixed his gaze at her.
"That's in two months."
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