Loves Nightmare: Hate's Dream

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Lucid Dreaming



Lucius Malfoy was getting annoyed. He’d been having the same dream over and over again. He was stuck in a round room with a very weird table that had very ornate legs and a rather ordinary oak top with two hourglasses on the table. He had worked it out straight away but that didn’t mean he’d have to like it. He hated the little bint anyway, whoever had decided to make him dream this rather obvious dream would be taken to his dungeons and shown exactly how well acquainted he was with his little toys.



He knew immediately what the hourglasses meant, and why they were placed side by side. He wanted so much to get it out of his head; perhaps he should just find the little Mudblood and kill her. That might help. He smiled a little at that particular thought. He would enjoy that immensely. But no, he couldn’t the rules for this dream wouldn’t allow that. He turned around in his bed to reach out for his wife before he remembered that she was dead. He growled with that thought.



The Mansion was certainly quieter without her jabbering on and on about how to decorate this room; and what the fashionable witches of Paris and Rome was wearing this particular season. But there were times when having a wife like Narcissa was useful. This was one of them! He had a raging erection right this moment and there was no one to help him relieve it. Perhaps he should make an appearance in the local village and find the nearest comely female and take her, but no. Something about that idea didn’t sit well with him.



Perhaps he should find the Granger chit and take her; then kill her. He sighed, the backlash from that particular attack wouldn’t be worth it; even thinking about the backlash quelled his desire for that particular plan. He tossed and turned in his sheets; he was naked and his black satin sheets were sticking to his sweaty flesh.



He decided to get out of bed, but as he got up he fell face flat on the floor. The sheets were twisted around his legs. He took the sheets off his legs and threw them back on the bed. He winced as he got up and rubbed his sides. He turned around and glared evilly at the bed as if it was the beds fault he was having highly disturbing dreams. He walked out of the bedroom to walk down the hallway.



He picked up a candle and lit it with his wand and picked up the silver candlestick delicately and walked down the hallway. He was still naked, so what! It was stiflingly hot this time of year and there wasn’t anyone else in the Mansion that could see him.



Draco was Merlin knows where. Is this what he broke out of prison to come to, a lonely Mansion with a dead wife now lying in the family tombs and a son that he could not talk to even if he wanted to? He snorted and it echoed down the dark passageway. He treaded down to his library; it was his inner sanctum. Even Snape, his long time friend, didn’t disturb him when he walked into the Library. Lucius picked up a book and tucked it under his arm. He sighed as he went to make his way to the Conservatory.



The Conservatory was almost a Mansion in itself. It was filled with exotic and rather beautiful plants. There was a fountain there and the sound of the running water actually cooled him down; and rather perversely wanted to make him pee. He shook his head at the thought going through his brain. He knew he shouldn’t, and he couldn’t help but see his mother’s shocked expression, but he wasn’t going to traipse half way along the Mansion to get to the nearest toilet. He found a rather big bush and relieved himself in the pot... he was disgusted with himself and his own laziness but he was too hot to care.



He rinsed his hands in the fountain and they dried almost instantly. He sat down in a wicker chair and laid the book on his lap. The moon was bright and although sickle shaped was enough to read by. He waved his hand and a glass of brandy appeared at his hand. Very few wizards has the ability to perform Wandless magic once they received their first wand, but Lucius had retained his skill, mainly so that he could trick girls skirts to go up.



He smirked at that thought. His mind wondered over to his school days. He remembered as a first year looking at a thirteen year old Bellatrix Lestrange with interest. He had heard that it took boys longer than girls to develop interest but Lucius had hormones at the age of six.



He walked in. He saw the dark haired teenager and saw how well developed she was and how beautiful. He watched the fire almost bounce off her translucent pale skin and the way her thick raven hair fell down her back was rather alluring to the eleven year old Lucius.



She turned around and her eyes sparked into his very soul as they flashed arrogance that he could understand, and he was as arrogant as they came even then. He couldn’t help it that his family could trace their ancestry back to primeval primordial globules, as it were. He was born sneering! So was this captivating teenager it seemed.



She rolled her eyes and crossed her legs and turned her attention back to the book. She smiled a little as she regarded the blond boy that had walked in. Lucius felt her violet eyes burn into his back and he turned around and winked at her.



Two years had passed and he was now the thirteen year old; and this time the new student was a raven-haired boy called Severus Snape. Lucius kept his eye on the boy but for different reasons. Eleven-year-old Snape had a disdainful glance around the common room. Even as a child Snape could melt the Antarctic with his glare.



Bellatrix was now fifteen. She was comelier than ever, and more, well formed. Lucius did not dare to approach her either. Especially, as she was now becoming shapely with her curves. Snape looked at her with scorn in his eyes. Lucius was impressed; no one looked at Bellatrix like that. Snape looked around and sighed.



Lucius approached Snape and shook his hand. Snape looked him up and down and raised an eyebrow as he looked at him with interest. The two became firm friends from that moment on.



Lucius mind then travelled to being a Head Boy and waiting in corners waving his hand at every attractive passing Witch that walked past him so that he could look up her legs and smirk in his bed late that night as he thought about the particular Witch that he had tricked that day and dreamt about them. The most satisfying was Molly Prewitt. She blushed as crimson as a rose and looked just as pretty with it.



That night he had a lovely dream about him and Molly; a dream that didn’t turn out to be anything more than that – unfortunately.



Seventeen-year-old Lucius liked Molly; she was pretty and sexy, and had brains. She was also his year’s know-it-all. Much like Granger. She was a lot like Granger now; and if he had to admit it he’d probably do to Granger what he did to the other girls. He smirked again at that thought. He wondered how she would react to her skirt flying up in the air. He shook his head and went back to his book. There was something strangely erotic about sitting in a Conservatory naked and reading with the moonlight shining on your skin. He smirked a little at the thought of Granger walking in on him as he was reading.



She opened the door and slipped inside the Conservatory and saw the older man sitting in the chair with his legs crossed and a book across his lap covering his private parts. She sighed and walked up to him. She was wearing a shimmering sleeveless silver robe that was low cut and showed her cleavage and the knee length skirt had a slit running up her sumptuous thigh.



“Well, Miss Granger, what is it I can do for you?” he asked with a smirk slowly spreading across his lips.



“I think you know, Lucius, you’re much older than I, AND more experienced than I am. I am brash up to a point. I’ve used up all my courage and initiative coming here wearing this gown to come to your Mansion.”



Lucius closed the book and set it aside. He uncrossed his legs and raised his hands. He grabbed one of her hands that were swinging by her sides. She had a glint of nervousness shining in her honey coloured eyes. He pulled her gently towards him and sat her on his lap. The moonlight shone on her gown and she was bathing in its beam.



“I am sure there is something that I can do to get your courage back up, Miss Granger.”



“Please,” she whispered. “Call me your pet.”



“Very well, pet,” he leant in and started brushing his lips tenderly across her neck. “Mmm, your skin is soft.” He whispered running his hand up her leg and cupping her butt cheek in his hand dragging her closer to his naked body. “You’re so beautiful, pet. Do you like that, pet?”



“Yes, Lucius, I do,” she replied.



He pinched her bum eliciting a squeal from the woman in his lap. “Call me, Master, my pet.”



“Yes, Master,” she breathed as he started to run his tongue underneath her jaw line.

She rolled her head to allow him further access to her throat. He sucked and licked her soft flesh making her moan with appreciation at his ministrations. His hand crept up her back and he held her head with his hand supporting it.



“That’s better, pet,” he said.



“A lot better, Master,” she sighed.



Lucius smirked against her neck and she felt it. She raised one of her hands and started to stroke his chest. She wound her arm around his neck and let his tongue do what she wanted it to do on her throat.



Lucius kissed further along her jaw line and she moaned even louder than the first time. She smiled a little bit. Lucius hand crept out from under her skirt and he raised it up to squeeze her breast. She sighed and groaned.



“Master?” Daffy asked. Daffy was worried for his Master. He had caught his Master like this several times during the past fortnight.



Lucius blinked and woke up with a start. He was covered up; Daffy had obviously wrapped him up when he was asleep. A very dutiful servant! Lucius thought gratefully.



“What is it, Daffy?”



“Breakfast, sir. Is sir all right?”



“I am well, Daffy.”



Daffy nodded. He looked at his Master with a confused look on his face. He shook his head and sighed. He walked down to the kitchen. He wished he could curse this Granger for torturing his Master so, he had heard his Master mention this girls name more than once recently.



He prepared the breakfast tray and snapped it up to the Conservatory. He then opened his copy of the Daily Prophet. There was a picture of yet another hanged Death Eater. There was a leak in the ranks, Daffy thought. There were so many that had been caught and killed recently. He shook his head and wondered what the world was coming to.



~*~*~



Lucius was just about to tuck into his breakfast when he opened a copy of the Daily Prophet. He spluttered his coffee out when he saw a picture of Bellatrix Lestrange hung by her neck. He laid the Prophet down. There was a spy, and he didn’t believe for one moment it was Severus. Severus had more than proven his loyalty when he murdered that old goat Dumbledore.



He ate his breakfast trying to think of who it could be that was telling the Ministry who were still loyal to Voldemort. If I am not careful, it’ll be me next, Lucius thought.



He then got up and was suddenly aware of how naked he was. He apparated to his bedroom to get dressed, that dream had disconcerted him rather. It wasn’t the first rather promiscuous dream he had of them together either. He sighed as he picked out his robes. He needed to talk to Severus; whomever it was that was leaking information to the Ministry was one from the inner circle.



If it was someone like Pettigrew then he would just kill him, but if it was someone like Avery or Nott, then he might weigh his prospects and see if he could do anything to help. He was all for preservation – as long as what he preserved first was himself. He had to talk to Severus.



He walked out of the Mansion to the safest apparition point and apparated to Spinners End, right outside the front door, he turned around to see an old man staring right at him.



“What’s your problem?” Lucius snarled.



“Nothing!” the old man said; he took his whiskey out of his coat pocket and threw it in the nearest bin. Lucius smirked.



Lucius knocked on the door using his snake’s cane.



“Severus, open up!” Lucius yelled.



The door creaked open. Lucius always felt that he was entering a tomb when he walked into Snape’s house.



“Have you seen the Daily Prophet?” Lucius asked pushing past his friend.



“Now’s not a good time, Lucius,” Snape said.



“Why? I mean. Who could be leaking the information to the Ministry?”



“Lucius, NOW is not a good time,” Severus hissed through his teeth.



Lucius ignored Severus and turned around to walk through the sitting room. He was not prepared for the sight in front of him. Lucius swung around.



“You? You’ve been telling the Ministry?” he asked Severus. Severus sighed and rolled his eyes.



“Miss Granger came to me because for some obscure reason she has a problem that she felt only I could solve.”



She looked at Malfoy and she went pale. She rushed up and looked at the two Death Eaters before her. She looked at the dark haired man.



“It’s all right, sir, I have to leave now anyway,” she said. Lucius raised an eyebrow.



“Oh, please you don’t have to leave on my account,” Lucius said. The vision of her in the revealing, shimmering silver robe flittered across his mind.



“No, I must,” she stammered. She looked at Lucius with fear in her eyes. Lucius didn’t understand it. He hadn’t been particularly frightening at the moment had he? “Thank you all the same. Sir, I’ll think about what you said.”



Lucius furrowed his brow at her reaction. He was used to respect and fear but there was something odd in the exchange that he had shared with her. She was frightened but it seemed not of him. That puzzled him. He shrugged his shoulders and shook his head as he watched Severus walk Miss Granger out of the house. He watched as she gave Snape a lopsided smile and left the house. Severus turned around. Lucius shook his head.



“Why was she here?” Lucius asked.



“I told you, she had a problem,” Severus said. “Actually, the problem kind of involved you in some way.”



“What?” Lucius blinked. “But that’s impossibly ironic. I am here because I have a problem that involves her.”



Severus sighed and rubbed his head. It wasn’t even lunchtime yet and he had a headache already, normally he gets one after lunch. He was surprised at how intelligent she was.



“Go ahead,” he said.



Lucius explained it. He explained his dream and how the dream was an obvious attempt at telling something that he didn’t like; which was proven when he had that rather realistic dream with her in his lap. Severus smirked. It was the same problem.



“What is so bloody funny, Snape? I am a forty five year old with what my son would term as ‘the hots’ for a mere twenty year old.”



“Eighteen, actually,” Snape said.



“That’s made it worse,” Lucius said. “She’s still a teenager!”



“A very well connected teenager,” Snape said. “She’s not bad looking, and she’s not stupid. You could do a lot worse than her to dream about, Lucius. Look what your first wife did to you?”



“WIFE?” Lucius roared. “Oh gods, this is getting worse. I don’t want a wife. I am quite happy at being a bachelor.”



Severus shook his head. “Sorry, but your subconscious obviously isn’t. Although,” Severus hesitated, “there is a complication through all of this. She has a boyfriend.”



“Please tell me it isn’t one of the Weasley brats?” Lucius asked.



Severus shook his head. “No,” he said. “Worse than that. Her boyfriend is the one that is leaking all the information to the Ministry. Her boyfriend is Rabastan Lestrange!”



Lucius wasn’t the least bit shocked by this piece of news. Rabastan had a long-standing hatred of Bellatrix. He probably felt that anything was worth seeing a rope around her neck.



“So,” Lucius sighed. “What are you going to do?”



Severus looked at Lucius. “Me? I haven’t changed sides.”



“What side were you on originally?” Lucius asked. He felt that no one could be trusted.



Severus smiled mysteriously. “Well, I think that deep down inside you know the answer to that Lucius.”



Lucius did know the answer and he smiled slowly.



“Listen, Severus. The tide seems to be flowing towards the Order. If Rabbie can do it, I don’t see why I can’t!”



“And fulfil your destiny of becoming Miss Grangers husband?” Severus asked.



“That is the last thing on my mind, believe me!” Lucius exclaimed.



Severus almost chuckled. His friend was impossible.



“Tell me, then, why this particular dream?” Severus asked.



“Did you explain to Miss Granger what it truly meant?” Lucius asked.



“No,” Severus said. “She’s adamant that it means that she’s going to kill you. I thought I’d keep it like that. If you are going to join the Order then that might make things interesting for me. I hate to say this but it’s got rather boring without Black for diverting entertainment.”



Lucius rolled his eyes. “Do you truly despise the world so much, Severus?”



“As much as you seem to despise a Miss Granger. I tell you, Lucius, you could do a lot worse.”



Lucius knew by now that Severus was laughing at him and he decided to storm out of the cottage. Severus sighed. He was glad to see the back of him. One thing bothered the raven-haired man though...



“Why him, Miss Granger? Why not Rabastan?” He walked to the kitchen and made himself a cup of Earl Grey tea. His door was being knocked on again. He growled. Who could it be this time?



A/N – Ah, so Lucius and Severus know what the dream is about. Hermione still doesn’t and she still trusts Snape... well, well, what could happen next? Answers on a postcard and possibly the best ideas might get used. So, review, please?