[Hermione]

My lips tingled with excitement from Draco's touch; my stomach felt like there were a million butterflies flying around. He kissed me.

'No one ever cared about me...No one was my friend...No one ever loved me...'

Did he really have it that bad? I thought about him as I walked towards the fourth floor to carry on with the rounds. Whenever I used to see Draco, he was always followed by certain people from Slytherin but come to think of it, he never did look happy. But surely his parents cared for him?

I sighed and crossed my arms as I walked down the marble staircase. Did he kiss me as a result of being in the moment? I had practically invited him after saying 'I can do all those for you'. That must be it. If he did care for me, he wouldn't have simply walked off like that... I'm so stupid. But, he kissed me again before he left. Like I said, uh, I don't understand guys. I know, I'll demand an explanation when he returned.

....

I did the entire rounds by myself. He never came back...When I returned to the Common Room, he wasn't by the fire. I even peeked in to his room but he wasn't there. Feeling a chill I crept in to my room and pulled on some pj bottoms and an old superman t-shirt I had. I pulled the quilt off the bed and spread it out on the sofa in the Common Room and crawled under making myself warm. I would hear when Draco came in. I had to talk to him...

"What do you think Draco?" Came a low hiss from the tall silhouette that towered over me. Why did he tower so much? Was I on the floor or was he standing on something?

Wait? Draco? What was he doing here? This was my dream. I guessed that the shorter shadow standing next to the one that spoke was Draco and once again, I was dreaming in black and white. I felt surprisingly light like I was a balloon.

I started to float high until I was above Draco and the man, I passed through the ceiling and the sky was above me. It was red like sunset. I tried to see if I could change my direction. I spun around from the roughness of my movements but eventually managed to stable myself and looked out below me. It was an ocean with trees coming from the surface.

With having no control over my actions, I descended slowly towards the trees. As I got closer I tried to stop or turn away, I would surely drown. Seeing no hope in changing my course, I shut my eyes and braced myself for the water to come over me. I felt the water on the balls of my feet but nothing more. I opened an eye to look but I was standing on the water...

I looked down at myself. I was wearing a dress like in my other dream but it was blue and my skin was in grey scale. Everything else was in colour. The white sun was gleaming on my back making the water sparkle underneath almost blinding. It was beautiful none the less. Why was I here?

I glanced around and there the chair was again, occupied by the same pair of suited legs. I felt a smile creep on to my face as my legs took me over to them.

"You keep coming to me in your dreams," He spoke, his voice belonging to a familiar stranger. "Is your heart telling you something?" He asked as he once again took my hands and began to dance to a soundless music.

"My heart? My heart hasn't spoken to me since Ron..." I broke off and lowered my eyes feeling the tears begin to form as the memories flooded back. Sure it wasn't a messy break up. We both agreed it would be for the best. All we would do was argue, ignore each other and argue again. It practically tore up our friendship and we both became a heavy burden to Harry which was something I didn't want.

Was I angry at Ron for letting our love asphyxiate? Or was I just suffering because I opened up to him for being my first love. My first heart break. I looked up to the man whom I was dancing with. I stared hard at his face trying to think who he was.

His god like features were breath taking as the shine from the water glittered upon it. The reflection of his light hair which was messily covering his eyes in the cute way I had always adored. Always. Even when he had used his angelic voice to harm me. This boy, this man who was holding me so close like how a lover would hold one, would never hurt me.

"So tell me, why is your heart pulling you towards me?" He asked lifting his hand to stroke the side of my chin gently. "After all, this is the second time I've had the honour of dancing with you in a dream,"

I lifted an eyebrow. "Since when were dreams conscious of other dreams?" A slow smile spread across his face, the smile that made my heart go 'Tha'dum' against my rib cage. Who was this person and why did he have such an effect on me.
He leaned closer to my ear and I closed my eyes. I heard the sound of the wind pick and then slowly die down. I opened my eyes slowly expecting to see him in front of me. I didn't move when I felt his chest against my back. I didn't question how he had done it.

"Maybe this isn't a dream..." He whispered sending shivers down my spine and goosebumps inch over my skin as he placed his hands on my hips and slowly wrap them around my waist. I lifted my hand to his neck as I leaned in to kiss him. But before his lips could touch mine, he disappeared beneath my fingers...

Everything became cold.
Everything became dark.
Everything became insignificant.

A/N Hey guys! Hope your enjoying Red Child!