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 need her help?
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.
A/N: Sorry for the long wait. Again. My wrist still hurts plus I've been busy moving in with my boyfriend. My apologies.
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"Harry! Harry!"
"What's up Hermione?"
Harry looked up from the Chess game he was playing with Ron. Ron smiled at Hermione, who smiled back apologetically.
"I need to talk to you. To you both. It's urgent."
"Sure...what's up?"
"Not here"
She said, seeing that half the Common Room was listening to them and the other half was doing the same but trying to hide it.
"Let's meet by the lake in fifteen minutes. I still have to get something from the library."
Harry nodded.
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"Thank god you're here. I don't know what to do!"
"Calm down 'Mione. What's wrong?"
Ron tried to get her to sit but she brushed his hand off impatiently.
"I don't have time to calm down! We have to act now!"
"Hermione...tell us what's wrong. We can't help if we don't know what's wrong."
"Dra...Malfoy is missing!"
Knowing Harry and Ron, she should have realised that it wouldn't make much of an impact. Ron stared at her dully and Harry just shrugged.
"So?"
"So? So! He is missing! He is going to get the Dark Mark! I'm sure of it!"
"Sorry to sound so repetitive, but...so?"
She felt like slapping the both of them, then suddenly realised that she did need to calm down in order for them to understand the importance. So she sat down, which brought an approving grin on Rons' face, and looked at them for a few minutes.
"A few months ago, Draco asked me to meet him in the Prefects bathroom…"
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The two boys stared at her dumbfounded. Hermione smiled shyly, wondering how they would react to her various confessions.
"You love him?"
"He does not want to be a Death Eater?"
They said at the same time. Hermione smiled sadly.
"He isn't like you think he is. He can be kind. Gentle even."
Ron rolled his eyes.
"I suppose that means that yes, you do love him."
Hermione felt herself blushing.
"It's complicated."
"It always is with you girls."
"Ron shut up."
Harry helped his bushy-haired friend. She smiled in gratitude.
"We need to help him. I know that in my dreams things went wrong but that doesn't mean that they necessarily will. We can fight him, right? I mean...he's just a man."
"And You-Know-Who was there? He isn't just a man!"
Ron sounded a bit hysterical.
"He is the least of our worries. Hermione, you said Draco had already received the Dark Mark when we got there. Why do you think we can still help him?"
"I don't know. But we have to do something. We can't just let him perish."
Though Harry, and more specifically, Ron, didn't seem too concerned with the thought of Malfoy in mortal peril, she knew that they could never stop themselves from helping anyone in need. Especially if their best friend batted her eyelashes and said the magical word.
"Please?"
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