Title: Dreams
Summary: Hermione has been having strange dreams. Dreams that involve love and...Malfoy?
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot
Important: I know that some of you had probably already given up on updates for this or any other story I have written. Thing is, I can't write or type anymore since my wrist can't be operated on and it feels like a knife gets stabbed into my wrist whenever I type for a long time. So, I am relying on my boyfriend or other people to type up my stories. Unfortunately we have all been very busy with school and moving house. Plus my grandfather died and I suffered from a really bad depression. I hope you forgive me.
This chapter is going to be from both sides: the happenings at Malfoy Manor as well as what happens at Hogwarts. Everything happening at Hogwarts is normal, the things happening at Malfoy Manor are in Italics.
"Come on, hurry! We haven't got much time!"
"Hurry. The Dark Lord does not like to be kept waiting."
"Hermione, how are we going to get there? We can't just get our brooms and go...I'm sure that Malfoy Manor is under surveillance."
"Narcissa, put up security. Make sure no one disturbs us tonight."
Hermione ran from library to common room, Harry and Ron following closely behind. She wasted no time with polite talk, stuffing books and wands into their hands.
Draco watched his father gather the candles, for once not trusting the house elves to do the job.
"We will find a way. We have to."
I hope she finds a way in. I hope she has forgiven me.
Hermione slowly walked towards the fire, a little bag with floopowder in her hand.
Just as Narcissa was about to make sure that nobody could floo into the Manor, Draco broke something.
"They were in the dungeon."
"Go to the dungeon. Clean yourself. And wait."
"What do we do when we're too early? Or too late?"
Draco watched the bottom of the stairs, a lump starting to form in his throat. What if she didn't come at all?
"We won't be too late."
He placed his right foot on the first step.
"We can't be too late."
His left foot on the second.
Hermione took some floopowder into her hand, before looking at Harry and Ron one more time.
Third step. Fourth. He was getting close now. Fifth.
"Thank you,"
she whispered, tears in her eyes.
Six. Seven. One more step and he would be in the dungeon.
"Thank you for always being there for me, even when you don't agree with me. Thanks for being my friends."
The floor felt cold underneath his bare feet. He grabbed a torch from the nearby wall, not being allowed a wand.
Hermione cauteously stepped inside the fire. Her right hand fumbled with her robes as her left dropped the floo powder.
Did they not trust him? Did they know of his wish? Had his father, or worse, the Dark Lord, performed legilimency on him? Or on Hermione?
Her voice was shaky, but she still managed to say the desired location with a hint of confidence.
Was that why she had had those dreams? Was this all a trap? Was he just the bait?
"Malfoy Manor!"
PS: Very short chapter I know, but I hope to update soon.