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Dreaming of You
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Lucius/Hermione
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Lucius/Hermione
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Adult +
Chapters:
7
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19,480
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82
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I do not own Harry Potter (wish I did). I make no money from this (I'm still broke).
Chapter Two
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Chapter Two
Harry opened the door to his flat to find Hermione on his steps looking as sorrowful as he had ever seen her. He let her into the house without asking anything, but closed the door and followed her inside. Draco came from upstairs and was frowning when he saw her as well.
“Breakout the fire whiskey,” she told them. “You’re going to need it for what I have to tell you.”
“It’s only ten in the morning,” Harry pointed out even as he grabbed one of the bottles of Sirius’s finest liquor.
“Trust me, you’re going to need it,” she muttered as she took the bottle from him and ignored the glass he had gotten for her to drink it in. “Molly, in all her wisdom, thought it would be a pip to find out if she would ever get those grandkids she wants.” She took a sip. “The difficulty came in the fact that you, sir…” she pointed to Harry. “You have yet to come out of the closet…”
“He wasn’t in any closet!” Draco snapped. “He’s gay, but he isn’t telling anyone.”
Hermione looked at him flatly. “That’s what it means. But that’s beside the point. Ginny wanted to know if she would end up with you, her true love…” she rolled her eyes. “And even referred to you as her perfect mate...”
Draco stood up straighter. “They didn’t!”
“Oh but they did,” she muttered. “Fucking Molly Weasley brewed the perfect mate potion.” She took another sip, this time more of a gulp and winced at the burn in her throat. Hermione said hoarsely, “So where do you want me to start? They know you’re gay now, Harry, so never you fear about Ginny throwing herself at you at another party. Unless her denial is still as strong as when I last saw her. In that case, you might find her in your bed naked…” She took a gulp of the liquor adding, “Again.”
“You told them?” he asked, sounding wounded as he did so.
“She didn’t,” Draco murmured to him. “It was the potion. Ginny dreamt it.”
“As if I ever would tell your business,” she muttered, taking another sip. “It gets better still.” Hermione went over to Draco, putting her arm around him and said, “Molly thought it would be a pip to see if we, meaning Tonks and myself, had perfect mates as well. But she didn’t want to inform me as to this as I would have shot down the idea…”
“For good reason,” he muttered.
“Exactly!” She nodded. “But since she didn’t want to inform me as to this, can you guess what our nosy pain in the ass idiot of a mother did? Can you? She gave me a mild sleeping potion with it in order, I don’t know why, to keep me asleep.”
“Oh fuck,” Draco whispered, looking at her in horror.
“What? What is it?” Harry asked now worried. “Tell me! I’m the only one here without a potions mastery!”
“The perfect mate potion works so that the last person they dream of is their perfect mate. Trouble is that if they are given a sleeping drought if they don’t consummate the relationship with that person, they go insane,” Draco muttered to his lover.
Harry looked at her, fear evident in his face. “Is there anyway to stop it?”
“Fuck the last person I dreamt of,” she whispered, taking a long gulp of the whiskey. “I can’t see that happening anytime soon though.” She looked into Draco’s eyes. “Want to know the rub?”
He nodded.
“I’ll get to see it all happen inch by bloody inch.”
“Find the man,” Draco said in a hard voice. He sat her down. “We’ll help.”
“Yes, we’ll help you!” Harry reiterated.
Her eyes filled with tears. “I’m Hermione fucking Granger! He-he would never want me!”
“He’d be foolish not to want you,” Harry told her, taking her into his arms. “It’s not me is it?”
She shook her head no. “It’s not Draco either, but he would do in a pinch.” Hermione’s face went soft as she whispered, “They have the same colored eyes and hair, but that’s about it.”
Draco blinked at her in shock. “You mean to say that your perfect mate is…”
“Your father,” she sighed. “Lucius Malfoy.” She snorted with laughter. “You will never believe who Tonks ended up with!”
“Who?” Harry asked.
“Severus Snape,” she told them. “In a way it makes sense.” She sat back on the sofa. “Just think of it. They were both working undercover, true in different ways, but they both had their parts as it were.”
Frowning Harry asked, “What do you mean she was working undercover?”
“She was in the school protecting you,” Hermione told him. “Between both Snape and her, they kept us from being killed several times I’m sure.”
“Who did Ginny end up with?” Draco asked.
She frowned. “I never did find out.” Hermione took another sip of the whiskey. “I don’t care unless she starts looking at Lucius. Then I’ll kill her.”
Draco studied her a moment before turning to go to the floo. His godfather had to hear about this.
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Severus came through the door of the study, but stopped in his tracks at the sight of Hermione lounging in front of the large French window. And judging from the bottle of fire whiskey she was swilling from, the young witch was getting quickly intoxicated.
“Severus Snape!” Hermione exclaimed from her chair. “You will never guess what happened!” She motioned to him to come over to her. When he didn’t, she got up and stumbled over to him. Barely able to keep from falling she said, “Molly Weasley is a fuck-tard!” She laughed. “I made that up myself.”
“Really,” he said dryly. “I would have never guessed.”
“I know a secret,” she stage whispered to him. “You are Nymphadora Tonks’ perfect mate.” His eyes went wide at this news. “I know ‘cause Molly fuck-tard Weasley gave the perfect mate potion to her and she dreamt you last.”
“Molly Weasley did what?” he hissed angrily.
“You heard me the first time,” she said, walking away from him. “She gave it to me too. Too bad Ogden here isn’t my perfect mate, because I wouldn’t be going nuts otherwise…”
“Going nuts?” He frowned, but then closed his eyes and cursed. “She gave you a sleeping draft with it?”
“A mild one. So I will slowly get to see as I lose my mind and not be able to do a blasted thing about it.” She sat down on the chair she had been sitting in before with her face a mask of misery as she breathed, “Lucky me.”
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Chapter Two
Harry opened the door to his flat to find Hermione on his steps looking as sorrowful as he had ever seen her. He let her into the house without asking anything, but closed the door and followed her inside. Draco came from upstairs and was frowning when he saw her as well.
“Breakout the fire whiskey,” she told them. “You’re going to need it for what I have to tell you.”
“It’s only ten in the morning,” Harry pointed out even as he grabbed one of the bottles of Sirius’s finest liquor.
“Trust me, you’re going to need it,” she muttered as she took the bottle from him and ignored the glass he had gotten for her to drink it in. “Molly, in all her wisdom, thought it would be a pip to find out if she would ever get those grandkids she wants.” She took a sip. “The difficulty came in the fact that you, sir…” she pointed to Harry. “You have yet to come out of the closet…”
“He wasn’t in any closet!” Draco snapped. “He’s gay, but he isn’t telling anyone.”
Hermione looked at him flatly. “That’s what it means. But that’s beside the point. Ginny wanted to know if she would end up with you, her true love…” she rolled her eyes. “And even referred to you as her perfect mate...”
Draco stood up straighter. “They didn’t!”
“Oh but they did,” she muttered. “Fucking Molly Weasley brewed the perfect mate potion.” She took another sip, this time more of a gulp and winced at the burn in her throat. Hermione said hoarsely, “So where do you want me to start? They know you’re gay now, Harry, so never you fear about Ginny throwing herself at you at another party. Unless her denial is still as strong as when I last saw her. In that case, you might find her in your bed naked…” She took a gulp of the liquor adding, “Again.”
“You told them?” he asked, sounding wounded as he did so.
“She didn’t,” Draco murmured to him. “It was the potion. Ginny dreamt it.”
“As if I ever would tell your business,” she muttered, taking another sip. “It gets better still.” Hermione went over to Draco, putting her arm around him and said, “Molly thought it would be a pip to see if we, meaning Tonks and myself, had perfect mates as well. But she didn’t want to inform me as to this as I would have shot down the idea…”
“For good reason,” he muttered.
“Exactly!” She nodded. “But since she didn’t want to inform me as to this, can you guess what our nosy pain in the ass idiot of a mother did? Can you? She gave me a mild sleeping potion with it in order, I don’t know why, to keep me asleep.”
“Oh fuck,” Draco whispered, looking at her in horror.
“What? What is it?” Harry asked now worried. “Tell me! I’m the only one here without a potions mastery!”
“The perfect mate potion works so that the last person they dream of is their perfect mate. Trouble is that if they are given a sleeping drought if they don’t consummate the relationship with that person, they go insane,” Draco muttered to his lover.
Harry looked at her, fear evident in his face. “Is there anyway to stop it?”
“Fuck the last person I dreamt of,” she whispered, taking a long gulp of the whiskey. “I can’t see that happening anytime soon though.” She looked into Draco’s eyes. “Want to know the rub?”
He nodded.
“I’ll get to see it all happen inch by bloody inch.”
“Find the man,” Draco said in a hard voice. He sat her down. “We’ll help.”
“Yes, we’ll help you!” Harry reiterated.
Her eyes filled with tears. “I’m Hermione fucking Granger! He-he would never want me!”
“He’d be foolish not to want you,” Harry told her, taking her into his arms. “It’s not me is it?”
She shook her head no. “It’s not Draco either, but he would do in a pinch.” Hermione’s face went soft as she whispered, “They have the same colored eyes and hair, but that’s about it.”
Draco blinked at her in shock. “You mean to say that your perfect mate is…”
“Your father,” she sighed. “Lucius Malfoy.” She snorted with laughter. “You will never believe who Tonks ended up with!”
“Who?” Harry asked.
“Severus Snape,” she told them. “In a way it makes sense.” She sat back on the sofa. “Just think of it. They were both working undercover, true in different ways, but they both had their parts as it were.”
Frowning Harry asked, “What do you mean she was working undercover?”
“She was in the school protecting you,” Hermione told him. “Between both Snape and her, they kept us from being killed several times I’m sure.”
“Who did Ginny end up with?” Draco asked.
She frowned. “I never did find out.” Hermione took another sip of the whiskey. “I don’t care unless she starts looking at Lucius. Then I’ll kill her.”
Draco studied her a moment before turning to go to the floo. His godfather had to hear about this.
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Severus came through the door of the study, but stopped in his tracks at the sight of Hermione lounging in front of the large French window. And judging from the bottle of fire whiskey she was swilling from, the young witch was getting quickly intoxicated.
“Severus Snape!” Hermione exclaimed from her chair. “You will never guess what happened!” She motioned to him to come over to her. When he didn’t, she got up and stumbled over to him. Barely able to keep from falling she said, “Molly Weasley is a fuck-tard!” She laughed. “I made that up myself.”
“Really,” he said dryly. “I would have never guessed.”
“I know a secret,” she stage whispered to him. “You are Nymphadora Tonks’ perfect mate.” His eyes went wide at this news. “I know ‘cause Molly fuck-tard Weasley gave the perfect mate potion to her and she dreamt you last.”
“Molly Weasley did what?” he hissed angrily.
“You heard me the first time,” she said, walking away from him. “She gave it to me too. Too bad Ogden here isn’t my perfect mate, because I wouldn’t be going nuts otherwise…”
“Going nuts?” He frowned, but then closed his eyes and cursed. “She gave you a sleeping draft with it?”
“A mild one. So I will slowly get to see as I lose my mind and not be able to do a blasted thing about it.” She sat down on the chair she had been sitting in before with her face a mask of misery as she breathed, “Lucky me.”
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