Dreaming Of You

By: dolce-bebe

Disclaimer - These characters do NOT belong to me, so don't sue! Den Grudge and Chaze Turge from Slytherin House are mine though.

Summary - Hermione's in her seventh year and all year she's caught Draco Malfoy stealing glances at her. But after an incident in Potions class, all that changes. Now, it's gone worse. They can read each other's minds and Draco wont leave her alone! D/Hr

A/N – Wow it's been years, but I've recently been updating most of my Harry Potter fanfiction, so feel free to read the new chapters! Chapter 3 for Dark Days is up and also a new D/Hr fanficiton, The Devil Next Door. Gosh it's been so long since I've even thought of updating this fic, but as I read through the previous chapters I can't help but updating! Hope you guys enjoy!

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Draco grumbled under his breath as he stumbled over a thick patch of grass. What in the name of Merlin, was Granger doing swinging from those damned swings? He suddenly shuddered as a swift breeze collided with his back. It was freezing and she hadn't even bothered to bring an umbrella! Honestly, did Granger think she was above all and could withstand not getting sick in any circumstance? She was practically dripping wet from head to toe!

Hermione seemed to have noticed him coming and stood up from her seating place to give him an unreadable look.

"Oi!" he shouted, blinking away the rain water that slide down to his eyelids. "Are you mad, Granger? What the hell do you think you're doing out here?"

He must have raised his voice subconsciously since her blank face turned into a breaking glare. "No one asked you to follow, Malfoy!" she exclaimed suddenly. "Haven't you bothered me enough?"

Draco flinched when she bumped her shoulder against his and ran back through the entrance of the school. His mouth dropped open in surprise and anger. 'Granger, you bloody mudblood! How dare you!' he hissed angrily in his thoughts as he dashed in after her. He noticed that she hadn't replied back and it set him off even more.

She really was a complete sore! Here he was trying with all his might to simply warn her of the dangers of becoming sick in their weather conditions and she had just yelled at him and stormed off inside the school. How bloody absurd! She really was an ungrateful, prissy little twit!

He snarled and pushed past a couple of first years, who shrieked in fear and scooted away from him. Making his way to their dormitories Draco could almost squealed happily of the plan that he, in seconds, came up with. Granger would never be able to live with herself after he was through with her.

Hermione glanced up at him when the portrait to their dormitory opened and Draco stepped in casually. She gave him a death and in returned he gave her a devilish grin before marching to his room, slamming the door.

'Enjoy life while you can, Granger,' she heard in her mind.

For the second time throughout the year both thought smugly. 'Bring it on.'

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"You mean you're going to-" Chaze started, but couldn't finish his sentence as he burst out laughing.

Draco rolled his eyes and took a sip out of his goblet. Dinner had started and he sat patiently at the Slytherin table, taking as little glimpses of Hermione Granger as he could. Draco swore that she could read people with just her eyes and that if he looked straight into hers, that she would not hesitate to pounce on him for coming up with such a clever plot.

Den Grudge stirred as he lifted his head from his folded arms on the table. He had just finished stuffing his face and the after affects of heartburn surfaced. "But if she can read your mind, wont she just figure things out and find a way to get you back?" he said.

It was probably the smartest thing that Den had said the whole school year and Draco chuckled at the thought. "No you dimwit." He said, "We can't actually read each other's minds, you know. It's simply when we're talking in our own heads or pondering."

Chaze and Den didn't seem to get this and Draco continued. "Alright, to put it simply, if we're thinking, we can interrupt each other's thoughts and say something back. I'll hear her and she'll hear me, kind of thing."

They blinked looking absolutely dumbfounded. Draco sighed in defeat. Perhaps they really were more dimwitted than Crabbe and Goyle. "Never mind," he muttered before glancing back at the Gryffindor table and smirking.

Hermione was frantically discussing something with the Weasley girl and Draco wondered if she had already come up with a plan good enough to rival his. 'Having fun discussing little prissy, girly things with your snot of a friend, Granger?' he thought.

He saw her turn her head towards him, giving him a warning look, before, 'Don't call her that! She's less of a snot compared to those thick headed, brainless oafs you're with twenty-four seven!' she retorted back and Draco's eyebrows knitted together.

"What?" Chaze interrupted, "What is she thinking, Draco? Has she caught on?" He stole a glance towards the Gryffindor table.

"No."

Chaze gave a smirk of triumph. "I can't wait till we put this plan into action." He turned to Den who smirked back, then to Draco. "Imagine!" he exclaimed, "Hermione Granger standing before every student in school with nothing but her bra and knickers!"

Draco raised his goblet and chuckled immensely. All three of them clanked their goblets together as a toast.

"Cheers to bras and knickers!"

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Hermione raised an eyebrow questioningly at the three buffoons at the Slytherin table. What exactly were they so happy about? It seemed to Malfoy that he had already won. Hermione licked her lips slowly, tasting the mid dinner pumpkin pie that she had just gobbled up. A devilish grin appeared on her face as she turned back to her best friend.

"Look at them," she said to Ginny. "You would have thought that they've already won."

Ginny giggled and touched her napkin to her lips. "I just can't believe that you came up with something as brilliant as this!" she said. "You think you'll be able to pull it off?"

Hermione gave her a pleading look. "Of course I can! I just need your help to make sure it all works out!"

Her best friend frowned. "You know as well as I do, that I can't be allowed in your dormitories, Mione. At least, not with Ferret Boy around." She added cocking her head towards the Slytherins.

"No, no, no, silly. If Malfoy thinks that I'm just some rotten, ugly, mudblood-"

"You're not!" Ginny interrupted.

"No of course not," Hermione couldn't help but smile and continued, "I meant, that if he thinks that way about me, then I need you to help me pick out a dress for the ball!" she said. "I really don't know anything about fashion, nor make up, or styling hair or..." Hermione frowned, this was supposed to be to get back at Malfoy, and now she was feeling pretty low of herself. "Well, what I'm saying is, while Malfoy's getting all the embarrassment, he'll be able to look at me and regret calling me all those names."

Ginny didn't seem to hear the last bit, as her head perked up at the mention of fashion, hair and make up. It was basically her profession. Hermione remembered that the red haired girl would always complain to why as hell she wasn't allowed to be any where near Hermione's hair. The fact was simply monstrous to Hermione, but it was indeed desperate times and she had to admit that she needed Ginny's knowledge now more than ever.

"Don't you worry your pretty little head, Mione," Ginny patted the top of Hermione's bushy hair and gave a squeal of delight. "I know exactly where to go to get the most fashioned dress there is! Well... at least, the stores beyond our reach!"

Hermione raised her goblet, satisfied with her answer and Ginny did the same. She made sure that Malfoy got a good look at her before breaking out into a smile to have a toast with her best friend.

"To Malfoy!" Ginny said raising her glass.

"And his soon to be pink boxers!" Hermione added as they clanked their glasses.

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"I can't believe you brought them!" Hermione hissed angrily to Ginny.

Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown chattered noisily as they lurked behind the two other girls. You would have thought that they learned their lesson about spending time with Hermione after their last Hogsmeade incident, but no. They had to just simply come along and make things worse.

Hermione cringed as the three giggling girls pulled her into dress stores, salons, and other places occupied with more than a hundred female witches. She was never the type to be interested in all that glam. The more she spent time with Harry and Ron, the less time she had for make up. The more time she spent with her books, the less time she had for her hair and the more time she spent with studying and exams, the less time she had to dress properly.

Not that she minded.

"See here, Hermione!" Ginny squealed, gripping the petite girl's wrist and hauling her over to her side. "This one would look smashing on you!"

They had just stepped into Madam Hittlepot's store for women's dress robes and Hermione already felt like she was going to become sick. The smell of the perfume that reeked from the middle aged women, made her nose scrunch up. The store was packed.

"Try it on! Try it on!" urged Ginny as she shoved the black dress into Hermione's arms.

"Ouch! Watch it--!" Hermione gave a sigh when she was pushed straight into the change rooms. The door closed behind her and she could hear Ginny, Lavender and Parvati frantically throwing dresses over the top of the door frame for her to try on.

She hated it. The minute she put it on, Hermione's face gave a disgusted look. She couldn't see herself, because there was no mirror in the room, but it hugged her body really tightly. Gods, how she hated fitted clothes, they were never really her type. The black dress was a tube, plain and simple and it reached just a little bit above her knees. It was too skimpy, Hermione had decided.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" she heard Ginny call out, "Come on out so we can see it!"

Rolling her eyes, the brown haired girl opened the door hesitantly. It was best to get it over and done with. She cringed as the three girls gave shrill squeals of delight at the sight of her. How could they adore such skimpy dresses? Hermione felt absolutely naked in them.

Lavender nodded at her, a big smile plastered on her face. "Yup, Hermione, you look really good in this one!" Parvati nodded in agreement. "You should take it before anyone else sees it and buys it." She pushed Hermione back into the room to get changed.

"D-Don't you think it's a bit revealing?" Hermione muttered, the edges of her lips twitching a bit. She looked at the mirror and decided that, yes it was very revealing, but at least it wasn't anything too fancy.

"No, no, no, Mione," Ginny chirped. "I like it. It's simple and not too drastic and besides! You'll look much better when we do your hair!"

Hermione groaned silently. She wanted to so badly do it out loud, but didn't want to offend her friends. The thought of sitting in a chair for hours while the three girls scrambled around endlessly to glamorize her hair, was frightening, but the thought of Malfoy, suddenly made her change her mind. He would regret calling her a filthy mudblood once he had seen her.

She smirked proudly and quickly changed. "You know what," she said, "I've changed my mind. I think I will get it." Hermione made her way towards the cash register and Ginny tip toed next to her.

"Trust me," she whispered, "The dress will be perfect for your plan."

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Draco gave a lazy yawn. It had been two days since he and Granger had spoken. Not that he cared at all. She was definitely fun to bother, but he had to play the part to ensure that his plot would be fulfilled. He smirked at the thought, as he lay with his arms in the back of his head on the common room love seat couch. He glanced up slowly to take a peak as he heard her door open.

"Going for a bath, are you?" he drawled, as Hermione came out with her towel in hand. She shot him a quick glare and sped off to the lavatory, slamming the door behind her.

Sitting up and stretching his arms, the young Slytherin made his way towards the bathroom door, pressing his ear gently on the wood. Once he heard the trickle of water, he dashed to her room. Surprisingly it was unlocked and he tip toed in. It was probably the most cleanest, more organized room, Draco had ever been in. Her blankets were folded neatly with a few pillows decorated on top, the drapes were spread to the side by means of golden ribbons, her books (merlin help them, there were so many, Draco could barely count) stacked up neatly on the shelves in order by author and then alphabetically.

'My gods, Granger sure has a lot of time on her hands.' He thought subconsciously. A second later he mentally slapped himself.

'I've got a lot of time for what?' came her voice.

Draco rolled his eyes, slightly praying that she had not guessed that he was wandering around her room. 'Nothing, Granger. I was merely thinking that you spend so much time in that bloody room of yours, that you come out only when you smell like rotten pigs.' He chuckled when he heard her gave a frustrated growl.

When she didn't reply back, Draco made his way towards her closet. He had seen her a day ago coming back from Hogsmeade, carrying something in white wrapping. He guessed that she had just bought her dress for the ball and it couldn't have come at a more perfect time. Draco threw open the closet door and found it wrapped around the soft, white paper tissue.

Smirking, and laughing silently to himself, he drew his wand and muttered a quick incantation of a spell. A light blue aura surrounded the package for a second then faded away. Draco nodded his head, smiling. Yes, he was very pleased.

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Hermione pressed her ear against the door. The common room was suspiciously silent. She waited a few more seconds and convinced that Malfoy had left, scrambled quickly out the door and dashed towards his room.

My gods, it was messy. Books everywhere, blanket unfolded and hanging off the bed, drapes not drawn apart, papers all over the floor; Hermione bit her bottom lip and tried to restrain herself from tidying the room up a bit. Maybe she would talk to him afterwards. It was after all, what was best for him. She pondered for a bit, but then, he would know that she was scrambling around in his room and would for sure ask questions.

Hermione had no time for that. He could very well come back any minute and burst through the door, then what would she do? Shaking her head away from the thoughts, she spotted what she was looking for very quickly.

It hung on the hook above his dresser. She chuckled softly and touched the fabric of his dress robes. It was probably very expensive and would be nearly impossible for Hermione to pay back, but he was rich, wasn't he? He could easily afford a new one. Taking out her wand from her pocket, she softly muttered a spell and the dress robes glowed pink. Mission one, completed.

Suddenly, her head snapped up. She could hear faint footsteps. My gods! He was coming! Quickly she made her way to his drawers and spotted the Slytherin's undergarments. Hermione flushed red at the sight of the green and black boxers that had "Draco Malfoy," embroidered on them, and took out her wand once again, stuttering a spell, before breaking into a complete run out the door.

She paused and her eyes shifted around the empty common room, before quickly stepping foot in the bathroom. This time, she heard the footsteps again and opened the door. Malfoy had just returned, but was standing in between the two doors of their bed rooms.

Had he seen her? Slowly, Hermione stepped out of the bathroom to face him. "I thought you were taking a shower?" she heard him say, "Been busy in there, I suppose?"

Hermione nodded. "What about you?" she asked him, raising an eyebrow. "Where did you head off to?"

Draco cocked his head to the side and shrugged, innocently. "Was going down to the dungeons, then headed back up here because I forgot something."

They both gave each other suspicious looks before nodding in contempt. Hermione went back in the bathroom and Draco lazily made his way to his room, both with huge, triumphant smiles on their faces. The ball was two days from now and only one would come out victorious.

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Any ideas on what would happen? Haha. I have an evil idea, but please leave comments and tell me what you think the "plan" is. I'm sure I've made it more than obvious, but feel free to give me ideas for later chapters or maybe something to add on to the next one! R/R! And especially sorry to those people who've waited forever for this chapter! Hope you enjoyed!