The Tigress Lily
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
16
Views:
5,292
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75
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Draco's Dreams
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much love,
tigress
Soft moonlight passed the magical windows of the Slytherin boys’ dorm. It illuminated a body and face so pale that it seemed to be one with the glow. Moonlight taken human form. Dark sheets twisted around the legs of the sleeper but his exposed chest seemed to glow in the pale light. A thin layer of sweat covered his torso, his head occasionally nudging deeper into the pillow as if trying to hide. Draco was dreaming. His dreams, coming more often now than they had in the past, were pleasant. Or they should have been.
A tiny, exquisite c ran ran laughing over grass that seemed unnaturally green. He stopped as he reached the summit of a small hill. Below him, gleaming in the late July sunlight stood a pond. The water so smooth it could have been mistaken for a mirror. Hearing someone coming behind him the boy started down the hill at a full run. “Draco!” He heard his name called but didn’t turn to look at the caller, his eyes already fixed on the object of his desire. An old tire, a funny looking muggle thing, was hanging from a rope on a branch over hanging the pond. The boy never slowed as he reached it, leaping in the air with curious grace for one so young, he grabbed the swing. He watched himself float over the water and just as the tire reached the apex of its swing, he let go. He floated over the water in free fall for just a few moments before splashing into the pond. It was warm from the hot summer and felt wonderful. He stayed under, floating weightlessly, until he felt his lungs about to burst and then again the ponds peaceful surface was disrupted as he slashed to the surface, eyes gleaming.
“Draco, really!” he heard his fat voi voice trying to sound angry but unable to hide his amusement. “Your best dress robes…your mother is going to skin you alive.” Draco spun to face his father who was now laughing, seeing his son’s perfect white hair topped with a piece of weed from the ponds bottom. “Come out this second!” Again his father was trying to sound stern and failing miserably.
“No, Father, you come in this second!”
“Draco, we have to be going. I will have enough work trying to make you presentable as it is. Come out.”
The boy’s laughter carried over the ponds surface. “I don’t think so Father!” Draco began to concentrate, using a trick taught to him by the house elves, and watched his father begin to float. To young to have a wand, Draco was strong enough to perform the wandless magic that plagues most young wizards. He was also determined enough to be able to make it work for him. He watched his father float, his feet almost touching the ponds surface until he was hovering just in front of him.
“Don’t do it, Draco!” his father tried to sound stern but his attempt was ruined by the amusement dancing in his eyes. Draco released the spell and watched his father drop in to the water. He waited because any second he knew that his father would surface by his side and pull him close in a hug of tremendous strength. Suddenly the scene changed. Draco was much older now and the weather was cold and bleak. He stood by the side of a different pond, one so clear he could see to the bottom. He could see his father, resting on the lake bottom, pale skin seeped paler by death and a watery grave. His beautiful grey eyes, the eyes Draco saw staring back at him when he looked in a mirror, would never again open. His mouth, so capable of words of love and hate, wonderful smiles and terrifying sneers, would never again speak. He tried to turn and run, tried to find the little boy swimming in his dress robes on that hot July day, but was frozen to the spot. He could feel the hot tears coursing down his cheeks but was unable to even bring up his hand to wipe them away.
Draco opened his eyes, his face moist from tears. He didn’t sit up or even move. Indeed someone looking in on him would have thought he slept on except for his open eyes. He lay in his bed, afraid to close his eyes, afraid to see the lifeless body of his father before him once more. Hugging his arms around him as if trying to relive the strong hugs of his youth he opened his mouth and sobbed out one word, “Father.”
Authors Note: I know the chapters are short. I\'m sorry, thats how my mind works, in little spurts and bursts. But there is a lot comming and if you can wait...it will be worth it...I promise.
much love,
tigress
Soft moonlight passed the magical windows of the Slytherin boys’ dorm. It illuminated a body and face so pale that it seemed to be one with the glow. Moonlight taken human form. Dark sheets twisted around the legs of the sleeper but his exposed chest seemed to glow in the pale light. A thin layer of sweat covered his torso, his head occasionally nudging deeper into the pillow as if trying to hide. Draco was dreaming. His dreams, coming more often now than they had in the past, were pleasant. Or they should have been.
A tiny, exquisite c ran ran laughing over grass that seemed unnaturally green. He stopped as he reached the summit of a small hill. Below him, gleaming in the late July sunlight stood a pond. The water so smooth it could have been mistaken for a mirror. Hearing someone coming behind him the boy started down the hill at a full run. “Draco!” He heard his name called but didn’t turn to look at the caller, his eyes already fixed on the object of his desire. An old tire, a funny looking muggle thing, was hanging from a rope on a branch over hanging the pond. The boy never slowed as he reached it, leaping in the air with curious grace for one so young, he grabbed the swing. He watched himself float over the water and just as the tire reached the apex of its swing, he let go. He floated over the water in free fall for just a few moments before splashing into the pond. It was warm from the hot summer and felt wonderful. He stayed under, floating weightlessly, until he felt his lungs about to burst and then again the ponds peaceful surface was disrupted as he slashed to the surface, eyes gleaming.
“Draco, really!” he heard his fat voi voice trying to sound angry but unable to hide his amusement. “Your best dress robes…your mother is going to skin you alive.” Draco spun to face his father who was now laughing, seeing his son’s perfect white hair topped with a piece of weed from the ponds bottom. “Come out this second!” Again his father was trying to sound stern and failing miserably.
“No, Father, you come in this second!”
“Draco, we have to be going. I will have enough work trying to make you presentable as it is. Come out.”
The boy’s laughter carried over the ponds surface. “I don’t think so Father!” Draco began to concentrate, using a trick taught to him by the house elves, and watched his father begin to float. To young to have a wand, Draco was strong enough to perform the wandless magic that plagues most young wizards. He was also determined enough to be able to make it work for him. He watched his father float, his feet almost touching the ponds surface until he was hovering just in front of him.
“Don’t do it, Draco!” his father tried to sound stern but his attempt was ruined by the amusement dancing in his eyes. Draco released the spell and watched his father drop in to the water. He waited because any second he knew that his father would surface by his side and pull him close in a hug of tremendous strength. Suddenly the scene changed. Draco was much older now and the weather was cold and bleak. He stood by the side of a different pond, one so clear he could see to the bottom. He could see his father, resting on the lake bottom, pale skin seeped paler by death and a watery grave. His beautiful grey eyes, the eyes Draco saw staring back at him when he looked in a mirror, would never again open. His mouth, so capable of words of love and hate, wonderful smiles and terrifying sneers, would never again speak. He tried to turn and run, tried to find the little boy swimming in his dress robes on that hot July day, but was frozen to the spot. He could feel the hot tears coursing down his cheeks but was unable to even bring up his hand to wipe them away.
Draco opened his eyes, his face moist from tears. He didn’t sit up or even move. Indeed someone looking in on him would have thought he slept on except for his open eyes. He lay in his bed, afraid to close his eyes, afraid to see the lifeless body of his father before him once more. Hugging his arms around him as if trying to relive the strong hugs of his youth he opened his mouth and sobbed out one word, “Father.”
Authors Note: I know the chapters are short. I\'m sorry, thats how my mind works, in little spurts and bursts. But there is a lot comming and if you can wait...it will be worth it...I promise.