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Chapter 9 something nightmarish, something daydreamish

It had been raining for the past two weeks. The wedding had ended and she was returned, just as she left. The dress was now hanging in her closet, useless to her and everyone around her. She knew that George was probably the next one to get married, unless Ron and Annibelle pushed the wedding forward, they still had a year to get ready for it.

Hermione thought to the rest of the Weasleys and her thoughts landed on Fred. Fred was never going to get married; he would find a way to dodge the law. He would probably break up with Pamela. Hermione shook her head. No, he wouldn't probably break up with her, he would. He would then go to someone like Lavender and then change his mind, as it gets closer to the deadline where he has to get married. It would then repeat with the rest of the women he was supposedly going to get married to. Then people would forget about the Marriage Law and Fred Weasley would be a free man once again.

Today was no exception to the rain that was pouring down outside her window. This only caused Hermione to release a yawn that had been threatening to escape for the past hour. She was losing sleep because of her nightmares. Sighing she flipped off her lights, trying to get the darkness closer and sleep to overcome her. She was tired of sleeping in this thing called a bed, and she was tired of being here. She hated the place, everywhere she went (the shower, the bathroom, the social area, even down to do laundry!) Pamela was there!

It had been over two weeks since Draco had checked up on her. It was weird to hear someone claim that they love you, but at the same time nothing happened. It was gone; everyone was gone and left for the weekend. Allowed to see their families, but Hermione had to stay here with the one person she hated. She still wondered why Draco hadn't visited her in over two weeks. She didn't wonder, she almost knew why her fiancé would visit her. He had a reputation to uphold. Draco Malfoy marrying Hermione Granger? Nobody would ever believe them.

She heard the rain pound against her window, trying to break it down. The wind howled and lightning flashed. Hermione hated it; it was every element in her dream. Every time she could remember something more, and the lightning was a part of it. Her nightmares plagued every thought, bringing her back to Fred and George and what they said. Maybe they were right, shaking her head as she rolled over trying to get comfortable, she thought no. It wasn't true. They were just jealous of her.

The lights flashed before going out completely. She was a little upset about it, but decided that she preferred the complete darkness compared to the light. The dark seemed to bring comfort and it allowed her to escape to her dreams easier.

Pulling out her wand she lit the room. Hermione jumped at the sound of a simple knock. Grasping her heart, she pushed herself out of the crappy bed she was forced to sleep on. Rolling back her shoulders she flung open the door. The storm had been frightening Lavender, so that's who it had to be.

"Oh my god Draco!" Hermione pulled the silver haired boy into the room. With the little light that was illuminating the room, she was able to see that he was soaked to the bone.

"Hermione, I'm sorry," he stated.

The only thing that could come out of the brightest witch's mouth was, "You're soaked."

He had braved the storm for her. It was sweet; well, it would be if he hadn't waited two weeks to come out here. "The Ministry's been keeping a watchful eye on the family. For about the past week, they've found a reason to come into our mansion," he explained quickly. Hermione thought for a quick second that it was rehearsed, she shook her head of that feeling and allowed him to continue. "Hermione, I love you and I would never forget about you," his wet lips crushed against hers.

The water dripped on her head and she paid no mind to it. All she knew that Draco was who she was going to spend the rest of her life with. She loved him. It made her happy that he had come out from the mansion, which was about three miles away, running too, to talk to her. Sure she was stuck in here with about fifty other girls, but it still made Hermione feel special that he came out to see her and only her.

They broke apart and Draco led her to the bed, he did a quick drying spell with his wand and leaned against her, lighting a fire in the process. "It's okay 'Mione, the storm isn't going to hurt you."

"I've been having nightmares. I need you by my side," she whimpered truthfully. It was the fact she was having nightmares at least twice a night, Hermione had finally stopped sleeping for the last two days. She knew that her body was going to shut down and force to sleep if she didn't soon.

"Hermione," Draco started.

"Please, I don't think I can sleep by myself any more. You are supposed to be watching out for me," Hermione let out a yawn.

Draco looked at her. His lips then formed a smile across his pale skin. "Okay, I'll stay. As long as you like," he tilted her head up and kissed her gently. Hermione smiled into the kiss, as her hands wandered up into his hair, pulling him closer.

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Hermione was moaning and groaning. Her eyes were shut closed; she couldn't keep them open any longer. The pain was too horrific. She bit her bottom lip as another moan escaped her lips.

Draco stood up and looked at Hermione, she wasn't kidding when she said that nightmares plagued her every thoughts. He moved closer, in case she was dreaming about something else.

"Hermione?" he called out calmly.

"Stop!" Hermione yelled sitting up suddenly. She was covered in sweat. It was a dream, Draco decided finally. It was nothing but a dream. Her nightmares were still going on. She wasn't kidding, were they stronger than anyone realized? How was she still keeping it a secret?

"Are you alright?" he asked. Her brown eyes were full of fear. "That was some dream."

He reached out to touch Hermione; Draco's hand barely graced her bare arm when she let out a blood-curdling scream. In an instant she was on the other side of the room. Her hands were wrapped around her and she was rocking back and forth. Maybe it was a bad idea to put her in a room by herself.

"No," she muttered. "Fred, don't do it!"

Draco narrowed his cold eyes and looked towards the fire that was still going. He knew that the Weasleys had something to do with it. Something horrible, he jumped slightly at the thunder that rang through the area. Maybe it was just the storm that was bothering her. After all, it was a two-week storm. It wouldn't surprise him that she was bothered before. When they first started dating, she had mentioned something about dreaming about her own death, which had a storm in it. And Hermione's mother did die on the night of a storm. His aunt Bellatrix was suffering in Azkaban because of it.

"'Mione?" he asked again. By now her small body was shaking it was strange to see her so out of control like this. Normally she was the stronger one, even when the many deaths happened during the war, she was the one that wasn't affected. Or maybe she was, and this was the end result.

Summoning the Floo Powder to his hands, he decided that there was one family that could help him. Draco sighed and threw the soft blue powder in creating emerald green flames. "The Burrow," he called out.

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Another flash of lightning, another scream, it was then that panting reached his ears. It was fast and out of control, like someone was trying to get a hold of his or her current situation. Another scream happened and there was someone calling out for Fred. It was definitely a female voice.

"Fred," it whimpered.

He sighed and took a step forward, but his body couldn't move. His blue eyes tried to study his surrounding. The smell of rotting corpses reached his nose, he had to be somewhere a morgue maybe? No, if he could shake his head he would.

"Fred! No!" the voice called out again. Was she calling for him, or because he was doing something. He couldn't see, it was just too dark to see anything.

He sighed and tried to open his mouth to call out for his own savior. But nothing came out of his throat, not even a moan. His mouth didn't open, his hands and legs couldn't move, he couldn't even feel his body any more. It was then a bright light appeared into the room.

The silver lining of the Grim Reaper, there was no point in being black. Fred wasn't going to see her other wise. He decided that it was a girl even though he never saw her face. This dream was different; it almost wasn't his. It was like his combined with someone else's.

He saw her face. The face of his guardian angel, or grim reaper; it was still debatable whether or not it was Death. She had long red hair, falling past her shoulders. She looked beautiful, her green eyes holding deep compassion. He had heard rumors of what Lily Evans looked like, Harry's mum. And that's what he decided to call her; the flower of death was a lily anyway. It only seemed appropriate.

Fred opened his mouth to say something, but again there was nothing, not even a gargle. "Tell her, I will spare your life if she accepts you."

Fred finally found his voice. "I have told her!"

"If you don't tell her, I will take your life Fredrick Gideon Weasley," Lily repeated. He hated when the grim reaper or whoever it was used his full name. It got quite annoying dream after dream after dream.

"I have told her!" He couldn't believe that he was arguing with the Angel of Death. "I want to know what the hell I need to tell her."

Lily raised her hand and pointed to the bodies around him. "This is your fate Fredrick, if you do not tell her," she said, her silver form disappearing.


The darkness returned, and Fred tried to move again. It was still no use, he was stuck hear listening to the screaming of who ever that girl was. "Help! No! Fred!" There was a tear that came down his face, as he felt helpless. He never thought that he would feel so helpless.

Fred sighed and bit his bottom lip. He closed his eyes tighter as he heard the one spell, the one spell that hurt everyone under its curse. His hand wrapped around his own wand, and what seemed to sound like his own voice say, "Crucio!"

Fred looked around as he heard a crash. He grasped his heart trying to get under control, it was still beating and he could move his feet. He looked around and saw George with his wand out. Fred sighed and looked at his hands that were still shaking. He was the one causing Hermione pain. He couldn't believe it.

"You were calling out for Hermione."

"Don't be stupid. Hermione is thousands of miles away," Fred barked at his twin.

"I think you miss her."

"I think you need to shut the fuck up."

"Damn you Fred, why do you have…" his words stopped as there was another crash. Both boys grabbed their wands and held it out.

"Death Eaters," they chorused.

Both red headed boys snuck out of their beds. Before opening the door Fred turned to George. "Which stair is that squeaks?"

"The fifth one down. Count six steps then go back three, and then up two."

"Bloody hell George, tell me which one it is. My brain isn't working properly," Fred snarled.

"Count your ten steps. The eleventh one is the one that squeaks," he answered rather rudely. George jumped out of bed and ran over to the door. "I'm going to open it and I want you to cover me," George stated firmly.

"Who died and made you older?" Fred scoffed.

George laughed as Fred shuffled out the door. He was surprised that Fred actually listened. It wasn't like there wasn't anything wrong. They were both curious as to who was sniffing around their house now. But it seemed that Fred was a little testier since he had started to date Pamela and Hermione had left for good.

George slowly walked towards the stairs. He motioned for his brother to follow closely behind him. They soon forgot about walking quietly down the stairs when they heard a crash and swearing. Fred jumped around George and pointed his wand directly at the intruder.

"Put your wand down Weasley," Malfoy snapped, his wand pointed directly at Fred's chest.

"What are you doing sneaking around our house?" Fred barked.

"I've come for help."

"You're in the wrong place."

George placed a hand on Fred's shoulder. "Chill brother of mine. Let's hear him out. Just because he stole the girl you've fancied forever--"

"Enough. What do you want?"

Draco sighed. "Well, first can we turn on a light? It's a little dark," Draco questioned.

Fred let out a strange growling sound before flipping on a lamp. He collapsed into the love seat that was by their fireplace. He studied the damage that the blonde had caused. Nothing too bad, just stuff knocked over that they could blame on Crookshanks. There was a broken vase, but Fred could just blame that on Malfoy.

"What do you want?" Fred repeated in that cold, cruel tone.

"I need your help."

"We don't want to g…" George once again placed a hand on his brother's shoulder.

"Is there a problem?" George questioned.

"It's Hermione."

"What is she not opening her legs for you?" Fred snapped. "I wouldn't either. But then again she is…"

"Fredrick!" He flinched at the sound of Ginny's voice. "Enough out of you. Let Malfoy explain."

"What are you doing up?"

"I had to pee. Not that it matters, you and George sounded like a heard of crazed Hungarian Horntails," Ginny stated, crossing her arms.

Harry appeared at her side. "What's going on? I heard shouting."

Fred laughed. "Yeah, because dumb…"

George placed his hand over his other half's mouth. "Enough with that."

Ginny chuckled. But laughed even harder when George hit his older brother on the head. "You did not need to do that."

"You didn't need to bite me," came the harsh reply.

Harry chuckled. "Is something wrong with Hermione?" Harry quickly questioned. "I told you…"

Fred sighed interrupting Harry's rant. Draco was grateful for this. "She's having a nightmare."

"Hermione doesn't…" Harry paused. "Is she screaming out for someone?"

Ginny looked towards Fred. He had the same scowl across his face, and his eyes were narrowed. It made her wonder if Fred hated the fact Draco was here, or if he hated the fact that Draco stole Hermione away from him.

"She keeps screaming at him." Draco pointed a shaky finger at Fred.

"It's a lied." Fred muttered. "It's a lie. She's not screaming at me, she's screaming for me."

"What was that Weasley?" came the demand.

A grin crossed Fred's face. "It's funny Malfoy. She's dating you, but she's screaming for me. How is that?"

"You know nothing Weasley," he was accusing the oldest of the Weasleys present, that he knew something the others didn't.

"I'm not saying I know something, I just find it funny," he laughed to prove his point. His laugh wasn't a happy one either. It was a cruel one that actually put Malfoy's cruel laughs to shame.

"Can you get her to stop shaking?" Draco asked. The question was more directed to George and Ginny.

"She's shaking?" George questioned, his green-blue eyes glanced back towards Fred. "Hey, get your arse back here. You and I are going over there right now," he called after his brother who was already trying to go back to bed.

"I'm coming with you," Harry blurted, Ginny nodded with him.

"No, you two will stay here. Especially if Mum wakes up, we need someone else to cover for us."

"I refuse to be your back up," Ginny snapped. "She's my best friend…"

"Remember when she came running into our room that night?" George questioned. "Sure she muttered whatever, but she slept soundly."

"How long have these dreams been going on?" Draco asked.

Harry rolled his emerald green eyes. "Since her mother has died. She kept saying that they were nothing. But nothing is something with Hermione," he explained. "I don't see why you shouldn't already know."

Harry knew some of the stuff that the three Weasleys didn't. He knew that sometimes he babbled too much to Ginny, but he had promised Hermione that no one would find out what was going on with these dreams. He thought back to his Auror work. He had personally searched the Malfoy Manor, but he had yet to find anything. Maybe it was hidden in one of the many guesthouses that they owed.

"Ginny, I think we should go to bed. I've got to file a report in the morning, and I've taken off enough days. I'm sure George and Fred can take care of it," Harry grabbed his fiancé's arm and dragged her back outside.

"What was that about?"

"I promise I will tell you later," Harry kissed her mouth to seal the deal.

George smiled as the two walked back out to the tent they shared with Luna. He sighed as he thought of Luna. Shaking his head he looked at Draco. "Can you tell us where she is?"

"In her room."

"I'm not going," Fred barked.

"Yes you are, even if you just stand by and watch. I want back up." George growled. His tone left no room for argument as he dragged his brother to the fireplace. "Lets go, the faster we get this done, and then the faster you can shag Pamela. Not that you need to. You're shagging her twice a day basically."

Fred rolled eyes as Draco handed them the Floo Powder. "Hermione's room," They called out.

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The three boys stumbled out into Hermione's dark room. Whimpering reached their ears; she was still asleep, or in the alternative state of conscious that she had put herself into. Fred took a step away from her. He wanted nothing more to do with this witch.

George glanced back at his brother and cousin. Sighing he took a step forward, there was enough light from both Draco's and Fred's wand. "Hermione?" he called out, crouching down to her level. "You said she screams when you touch her?"

"Yeah," Draco answered.

"Killed," Hermione was still shaking. "Fred, no, not George." She shook harder. He took a deep breath in a gently touched her arm. She let out a terrified scream and scooted to the wall. She was trying to get away from his touch.

"No, Hermione," He reached out to touch her again, trying to get her to calm down. It was big mistake. Her teeth sank down deep within his arm. "Damn it! Fred!" He shook Hermione off his arm and crab-walked back to his brother.

"I didn't do anything," Fred said innocently.

"Exactly. Grab her. You can help a bit."

"Just give up George," Fred shrugged. "It's obvious she's going to die."

"Don't say that!" Draco snapped.

"Why do you care?"

"I love her that's why!"

"You have a funny way of showing it. Only seeing her once in two weeks," he scoffed.

Draco pointed his wand at Fred's chest. "I lover her more than life itself." Draco growled.

Fred shrugged. He looked over at Hermione and his heart melted. The tears were rolling down her face. He sighed and pushed George and Draco to the side. Draco took a step forward, but George held him off.

"Let him do this. If this doesn't work, than I'm getting Harry and Ron," George stated.

"You know it will. It's all too cliché," Fred joked looking over his shoulder. "Especially since I'm wearing Ron's shirt and boxers. I'm going to smell like him."

George chuckled at this.

Sighing Fred crawled closer to Hermione, she had some how managed to trap herself under a desk. He reached out and he got an armful of her teeth. Fred ignored the pain and blood that was now rolling down his arm.

"Hermione, it's me damn it. I did not just travel all the way from the Burrow for you to sink your teeth into my flesh. I didn't know that Malfoy tasted horrible," he teased. This caused Draco to glare at the older twin.

His other hand reached out and began to pet her hair. It was a calming motion that he had seen Harry do before. He pulled her out of that tight spot and wrapped his arms tightly around her shaking body.

"That's better Deary," he laughed, nodding to George to come closer. "Rub her back."

George sat next to Fred and began to rub her back. Hermione's grip on Fred's arm began to loosen and she placed her head on his chest and began to sob openly. "Ron," she murmured.

"Not Ron, but Fred," he corrected her.

Hermione sighed and relaxed. She felt at home. Whether it be Ron, or Fred she didn't care. She was happy.

"You two can leave now."

"Go shag Pamela," Fred snapped before he could stop himself. "It's you that are causing these nightmares, and I don't care what she says. She had them once or twice when Harry was near, but when you came into her life…"

"How do I know they're not caused by you? She keeps calling your name."

"Maybe it's in pleasure?" Fred asked.

"Maybe you're insane," Draco continued to snap.

George took Hermione from Fred's arms and laid her on the empty bed. "Look, I think we should continue this in the morning. I think Draco and I should stay here for the night. Pamela's down the hall."

"Yeah, go shag her," Draco mocked.

"Go to Hell," Fred snapped.

Draco pulled out his wand and opened his mouth to use a curse. It was then when he heard the words:

"Expelliarmus."

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K15: Okay guys there you go. Another chapter that I was able to review over rather quickly, and spot mistakes, if you see any I'm sorry but I don't have a beta.

Fred: Of course she doesn't.

Me: Anyway, ignore Fred.

Fred: Why would they do that?

Me: Oh and I know that Fred is rather rude in this fic, but it's okay though. Let me know when people are too OOC (out of character) and I'll try to fix that. I'd like at least five reviews before I update again. I think that's fair enough right?

Fred: I'd hope so.
Me: Anyway, thanks for being patient with me. I'll try to update soon. But it might not until I finish writing chapter 12… I'm stuck on chapter 11. Let me know if you've got any ideas. Later. K15