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Hermione walked into the borrow in the arms of Harry and Ron, staring at the floor- she couldn't find the will to look anywhere else, still weak from the emotional toils of her nightmare. When they walked her into her room and rested her on her bed, the boys slowly backed away- cautious to see if she was stable enough yet to sit up on her own. She was. With even more caution, Ron spoke.

"Hermione…"

"I don't want to talk about it" she said through her weak sobs.

"Maybe it will make you feel better if we-" Harry started to suggest. Hermione's eyes shot up to pierce his green ones.

"I don't want to talk about it!" she snapped, and then turned over in her bed and hugged her knees to her chest, and tried to stifle her cries. She was so over all this crying- she was getting tired of it. 'How rediculous' she thought to be sobbing over such a foul human being as Malfoy.

"Alright…" Harry gave up, and him and Ron got up her to leave her to herself.

"wait.." she barely spoke "can one of you stay here, in case… you know" her voice was weak and afraid- something she hated to feel.

"Yeah, we'll both stay here all night Hermione" Ron spoke up bravely. "I'll go get our blankets and such." He left the room and came back a few moments later with things for him and Harry to sleep on the floor with.

Harry and Ron set up their 'beds' on the floor as close to Hermione's bed as possible. Only a few moments had passed and evil thoughts invaded Hermione's mind. The darkness of the dream took over, her own screams echoed around her head, the green flash, that awful cackle, it all came rushing into her like it couldn't wait to torture her again as soon as she had closer her eyes. She shuddered and wrapped her arms around around herself, trying as hard as she could to cast the thoughts out, but they lingered and only grew stronger. That mysterious mist began to spread across her mind again, but before it could envelop her and unwillingly throw her back into her nightmare world- her eyes shot open and she drew in a cold and shaky breath.

"Harry?… Ron?..." she wimpered.

"Were still here Hermione" Harry reassured her.

"I- I can't sleep"

"Yeah. Me neither" Ron lied. He got up, sacrificing sleep for his best friend. Harry on the other hand was tired, and he hesitated before he too got up and smiled at Hermione.

Hermione slid off her bed and on to the floor with Ron and Harry. They sat there in silence, only because the boys were too scared to approach Hermione about her dream again. She noticed the awkward silence and spoke to break it.

"I'm scared…" she began "if I fall asleep the dream will…come back" terror was still there on her face, and behind it was a clear look of impatience. She was upset with herself for being so vulnerable about the dream.

"It's alright" Harry spoke calmly "we'll stay up and distract you tonight" he smiled. "And then see if we can get our hands on some Dreamless Sleep Potion once we get to school."

"Alright" she breathed.

The awkward silence came back, but nor for long.

"Hermione… I know you really don't want to talk about it, but it always makes me feel better when I talk about my nightmares"

"Harry, I don't want to talk about it! That is final!" her voice was close to that of Mrs. Weasley's shrieks.

"All right" Harry gave up, "what do you want to talk about?"

"Oh, I don't know" she said, slightly frustrated "lets talk about school!" she said as her face lit up.

"We always talk about school Hermione!" Ron complained.

"Well what else is there to talk about?" Hermione gave him a look. Harry and Ron shrugged and they began talking about school and what was to come, which lead into many other topics and conversations that they talked about through the night. Not once bringing up Malfoy or Hermione's strange dreams of him.

Draco's eyes went wide at his mother's question, and he had a sudden loss for words. His mouth just hung open, and he felt like an idiot, but it was a few moments before he could bring himself to speak. He clenched his jaw shut hard and did his best to cover up his shock.

"No one. Why."

"Well you screamed her name in your dream. Draco, I'm really worried about you- perhaps you should go to school a bit late this year until we sort out this problem of yours. We don't want you having these nightmares at Hogwarts!"

"Don't be ridiculous" he spat. "I'm not going to school late just because of some silly dream and some stupid sleep walking." However, the idea of screaming Granger's name in his sleep in the Slytherin dorms wasn't something he was too keen of either.

"Well, at least tell me about these dreams. Perhaps they mean-"

"They don't mean anything!" He said a bit too loud, because he knew he was lying to himself.

"Very well." She purred as she eyed him nervously. "I will have Severus prepare you some Dreamless Sleep Potion for school- that should take care of your dreams." When she said this Draco got up, took a deep breath of relief, and made his way back to his room "but Draco- once you get up tomorrow, you will be telling me more about this dream. I really am very worried." Her eyes were sharp and demanding- but the fleck of worry in them made Draco's stomach churn. For he knew that when a mother as smart and level headed as his own was worried- it was for good reason.

His dreams were getting to him. They were starting to interfere with his real life- and he had a gut wrenching feeling that they would only get worse. Before the thought of facing Granger in school after these dreams could infest Draco's mind- he got up swiftly and started walking towards his room.

"Where are you going?"

"Back to bed"

"But… what if the dreams return?"

"They won't" About that, Draco wasn't sure. But he didn't want to talk to his mother anymore in fear of her getting too much information out of him- information that he didn't want to share.

Draco sulked up the stairs for what seemed like the hundredth time that week and laid in his bed with his hands as a pillow and stared up at the black, seemingly endless ceiling until sunlight made its way into his room.

In the morning, Draco skipped breakfast and another possible awkward set of questions from his mother, and went for a walk around the manor. Although he had wanted to ask his mother wether she had seen his wand or not, he decided against it.

His footsteps echoed through the drafty corridor as he walked swiftly towards the garden that took care of itself just below the east wing. Draco pressed his thumb into his temple, concentrating hard on getting a certain dream out of his head.

The image of his screams, the flash of green, the cold look in Granger's dead eyes, it didn't make any sense. He huffed. Surely, such events would make him react that way. If Granger died he would probably shrug it off.

If she died in front of his very eyes however, he would be disturbed- just as every other time he saw a muggle born die right in front of him. certainly, though, he wouldn't scream and run to her and cry over her dead body? Not only was that extremely out of his calm and collected character, but he just didn't care enough about Granger to do something like that. He didn't care about her at all.

Subconsciously picking up his pace, Draco thought harder and went deeper into his dream. There were so many questions invading his mind that he wanted to be answered, and patience is something that Draco lacked. His hands were jammed into his trouser pockets, his head was bowed low, his jaw locked.

Step after step, Draco's feet took him to- wait, where were his feet taking him? he snapped out of his trance and stopped dead as he saw where he was.

His feet had taken him here, to the last place he wanted to be, without him even realizing. The cold stone room sent a shiver down his spine, and the platinum hairs at the back of his neck stood up. Why was he so scared of this place? It was only a measly dream- who cares if it haunted him every night and made him sleep walk and sleep walk?

Draco shook his head fiercely as a faint, familiar purple mist appeared in the edges of his vision, but it was just his imagination. He took a deep, shaky breath and observed the room. Its walls were tall and cold and hard. Those three words, now that he though of it, one might use to describe Draco himself.

He shook the thought out of his head and continued searching the room for a trigger of some sort that would explain the dream or at least give it some sense. But something was missing- he knew it, he could feel it. There was a piece of this mysterious dream that he didn't have, a part of the dream that he had missed… or hadn't dreamed at all.

Then, the thought came to him. maybe, someone else had a hold of that missing piece of the dream. A throbbing headache and sweaty palms came to Draco as he realized who that person, that missing piece to this ridiculous dream, probably was.

"Brilliant" he muttered as he moved to walk out of the dream. But just as he was heading out, something caught his brilliant blue eyes. He walked over to the middle of the room and picked up his wand. He furrowed his eyebrows as he searched it- like maybe it would speak up and give him a clue to why it was out here in this room. He told himself he must have brought it with him in his sleep, shrugged it off and put the wand in his pocket.

While making his way to the garden, reminders of the dream seemed to be everywhere. Everywhere he looked- another thing made his mind go back to that god damned dream. Shaking his head each time, promising himself he would focus and not let the thoughts creep back in, did not work. They always found a way back into his head.

The overwhelming amount of green and the smell of flowers instantly calmed him. Such amounts of green could have reminded him of the green flash that takes over the room when the killing curse is used, this was a different kind of green, it was uplifting and refreshing. Draco smiled as he spotted a rose bush in the corner of the garden.

As he brought the flower to his nose, the intoxicating smell nearly lifted him off of his feet. The smell of a rose always calmed him- it made him forget his worries, the weight instantly relived from his shoulders. He picked the rose off the bush, and in its place grew another one. He tucked the rose in his back pocket and strode around the sanctuary.

When his hand landed accidentally on is wand however, an idea popped into his head.

He set his wand down on a table, stared at it and spoke the words Prior Incantato swiftly and clearly.

A sharp green light shot out of the end of his wand. The light hit the rose bush in the corner and Draco watched in terror as every rose on the bush wilted until they were all brown and sad. And dead.

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