The light blinded him and he lifted his arm to block out the sun. He was wearing a black suit with a silk blue tie. He looked around to try and see where he was.

Draco was standing on water...and there were random skinny trees sticking up every where. He looked around to try and find something normal when he spotted someone who was curled up in a ball, clutching their head.

Placing his hands in his pockets, he felt himself walk over slowly. The closer he got, he realised it was Hermione (So he was dreaming about her now then?). She had a silk blue dress on that matched his tie but her skin and hair was in greyscale.

Not having any control over his body, he felt himself kneel down and reach out, taking one of her hands away from her head. He lifted up her chin so he could see her properly. "Now, that's better." His voice sounded like he was in another room listening in to their conversation. Draco pulled Hermione to her feet and swept a strand of her hair behind her ear.

"You know, it's highly frustrating not knowing who you are." he heard Hermione say. 'But you know who I am. It's me Draco.' Draco said the words, but yet his mouth didn't move to say them. Utterly confused, he felt himself shrug. What was going on? It was his dream but he had no control?

"You're confused." He stated.

Hermione nodded her head slowly as she thought. As she did, Draco saw her thoughts in his mind, he saw the couple, the girl grow up. Then scarily, he recognised her as she sat in his basement. He recognised her as she floated in the blood tank. He recognised her when she stared at him with those eyes.

"Alice Hanley. 17, muggle." Draco said this as he himself knew. This time, he actually spoke it and his voice sounded crystal clear.

"What happened to her?" Hermione's voice small and scared.

Draco thought about what he should say, that is if he had control of what he did say..."Voldemort." He paused for a moment, his body responding to what he was doing. "And right now, that's all you need to know."

Hermione glided over and placed one hand on the side of Draco's cheek. Her touch was cool and took his breath away as she stared in to his eyes, searching for something. "Why do I dream about you?" He heard her whisper. "For so long I've dreamed of you, why?"

Normally, Draco's heart would be pounding out of his chest but his body spoke for him.

"Because it's my purpose to guide you." He breathed.

Draco was sucked out of the dream and slammed back in to his own body. He sat up abruptly and looked over at Hermione who was still passed out. He stumbled to his feet and climbed on to the bed next to her. Slowly, he pulled back the covers from under her and wrapped them around her before leaning back against the footboard at the bottom of the bed.

Draco's breathing managed to level out a bit as he remembered that this wasn't the first dream like this. At times he'd wake up with vague memories of dreams like this but they'd never made him pass out and be fully conscious before.

He went over the conversation he and Hermione had, she had been having these dreams quite often by the sounds of it, with him in. Draco was confused as to why she didn't recognise him. He sat there staring at Hermione, waiting for her to come around, wondering if she would recognise him from the dream when she woke. He made sure that she was breathing still and leaned over to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.

Her face moved in to his palm and a small smile crept on to her lips. Slowly, Hermione's eyes fluttered open. "Draco?" She whispered. "What happened?"

"I'm not sure. I came to check on you and you seemed to have passed out. It's a good thing I came when I did, you started to sink." draco said with concern in his voice, his palm still against her cheek.

Hermione looked at the ceiling as she tried to remember. "All I can remember is the dream..."

"And?" Draco asked, his eyes pleading that she would remember him. Her own meeting his.

"The usual." She smiled. Draco felt his heart sink slightly in a bit of frustration that she didn't know it was him. But it confused him why it mattered so much. He didn't understand why he wanted her to. It's not like he could tell her though. 'Hey Hermione, you know that dream you had last night, that was me.' It's a bit evasive and weird.

"Oh." Hermione gasped as she looked down and realised she was only in a towel. "Um, give me a minute?" She asked blushing slightly. Draco grinned and left the room, going to the bathroom to empty the tub and fetch her clothes. He blew out the few candles and made sure the fire would die down in a few hours before knocking on Hermione's door.

"Clear to come in?" He asked.

"Yeah," Hermione's voice came from the other side. Draco entered and placed her clothes on the small arm chair next to her dresser. He looked over to the bed and she was writing in the dream diary he had given her. He smiled slightly but then had an idea. If she was writing down every dream, maybe he could sneak a look in it to see if she was having the same dreams. There was just a chance that it was a random strange dream, but Draco needed to know if she was dreaming of him and why he was aware of it.

He walked over and placed his hand on her cheek and kissed her head. "Night," He smiled and left. Once he was in comfort of his own room, he got undressed and climbed in to bed, leaning back against the cold pillows.

**

A few hours later, Draco was still awake reading through one of the books he had fetched looking up about fallen angels. All myths. Draco threw the book on the floor in annoyance and put his arm over his eyes when he heard a small knock on the door. "Draco, are you awake?" He heard Hermione whisper.

"Yeah, come on in. Are you okay?" He asked as she hurried through the door and climbed in to bed next to him. She nodded and curled up against his cold chest.

"I just feel a bit shaky from earlier still and I don't want to be alone.." She whispered. Draco slid down the silk sheets and wrapped his arms around her small body, holding her close.

"Well I'm always here for you; you can pop by any time. If I'm asleep, just shove me," He said laughing quietly. Hermione snuggled against him and sighed.

"Thank you. For everything, for always being there for me," she whispered and kissed Draco on the cheek. He turned his head and stroked her cheek, she leant closer and pressed her lips to his gently. He ran his hands through her hair and pulled her close.

"Like I said, always here for you," He smiled when they broke apart.

**

Draco gasped and jumped slightly as he awoke, gripping the sheets. He kept his eyes closed because he knew if he opened them, the tears would fall. He'd just had the worst nightmare he'd probably ever had.

He lay there, breathing heavily trying to block out the images when he felt Hermione stir and rollover to face him. At that moment, a few tears escaped from between his eyelashes and his eyes stung. Draco felt Hermione wipe it away with her finger gently.

"Are you okay?" She whispered. Draco shook his head and turned away, not really wanting Hermione to see him cry. "What's wrong?" She asked putting her arm around his waist and resting her head on his back.

"It's these nightmares I keep having..." He muttered, thankful his voice sounded normal.

"About your mother?" she asked, her voice kind. Draco shook his head again. He wiped his eyes and made sure they wouldn't leak anymore and turned on to his back. Hermione was propped up on her elbow and she looked down at him with slightly worried eyes.

"Well, you know how she went...insane?" Draco started, reluctant to use that word. "And she started to get this idea that I was a fallen Angel or whatever?" He didn't really want to say this to Hermione but he really wanted to get it off his chest. "Well, lately, I've been having these dreams where I live in the Heavens and I did something wrong so the Archangel rips my wings off and I'm banished to the mortal realm where I'm suffocated by darkness." Draco took a deep breath as he realised something.

The dream was basically the paintings his mother painted. He shook his head as he told himself he was probably only having these dreams in the first place because he had seen the paintings.

"When the darkness takes over me, it feels like Voldemort." He breathed and glanced over at Hermione who was frowning slightly.

"Maybe it's some kind of metaphor." She sat up and crossed her legs as she explained it to Draco, well she wasn't the smartest witch for nothing. "See, maybe you living in Heaven and being an Angel simply represents your life before Voldemort. Before your mother became insane and everything was normal, and when your wings are ripped off, that just represents when your mother was taken away from you and you began your descent in to darkness and Voldemort took control of your life." She finished.

Draco propped himself up on one elbow and looked at her. "Maybe. That would make a lot more sense," Except the scars on my back and the dreams. "Yeah, I mean she was never happy with the decisions Voldemort made that included me. That could have just pushed her over the edge and she started saying I was a fallen Angel because I had just simply fallen from my previous life..." Draco trailed off and leaned back against the pillows. "It's just so confusing.."

Hermione slid back under the covers and curled up next to him. "It would be. Anything that includes Voldemort would be, he's just so twisted and evil. The wizard version of Hitler."

Draco sighed and put his arms around Hermione. "Sorry for waking you," He whispered. She smiled and leaned up to kiss him. She was about to pull away but Draco leaned in, pressing her back against the bed, he ran his hands through her hair and placed the other on the side of her waist and slid it under her top slightly.

Hermione didn't move his hand away, which he was grateful of, and ran her hand up the arm he was supporting himself with, trailing it along his shoulder and in to his hair, her touch sending slight shivers down his spine. Draco felt Hermione's tongue press at his lips gently, he felt himself smile in the kiss and slid his own through.

She pulled him closer to her and entwined their fingers together with the hand that wasn't pulling his hair gently. They pulled apart, breathing deeply and Draco rested his head on the pillow next to hers, a small smile on her lips and she looked down at their still laced fingers.

A/N Hope everyone is enjoying the story so far! Really getting in to the plot now! R&R x