Dreamstate

Possessed.

What would define this meaning? Is it merely the feeling of not being in control? To be so strongly influenced as to act not of your own free will.

Most would claim this was the case.

So again I ask you what causes a person to become possessed such as this, and to this extreme?

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Everyday he saw her. Walked in her shadow. The wide and unyielding girth of her accomplishments that left him sulking in her wake.

He knew in his mind that he was better than this. It claimed itself in his livelihood, first in his privileged birth, to his proper upbringing. The long and endless line of his namesake.

How dare she surpass him. This impure, self-righteous, MUDBLOOD BITCH!

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Thus began the thoughts. His mind whirling searching out the deep, dark secrets he was taught. He became crazed. Every day a new plot unfolded. His personal play that would unfold, portrayed her demise. Each time becoming more and more painful for her. He would smile to himself. Earning quizzical looks from those around him.

He didn’t care.

Staring at her across the room of the classes he shared with her, he would imagine knocking her down and everyone laughing. They would praise him. Then he would reign supreme over Hogwarts as their champion for divesting the school of such filth.

Tearing through the family library, carefully examining every line of every page of every single solitary book on the dark arts his parents owned.

Until in the middle of summer he found it. That single piece of treasured parchment. His holy grail of retribution. Now lay quietly at the bottom of his trunk, sealed with wards and traps that no one would walk away from unscathed. If, they even walked away at all.

There was no name only a description.

Enter therein the dreams of your subject. Break them down from within. Either to control, subdue, or seduce. The possibilities are endless.


All he needed was a pensive bowl, and a single string of her memory. Then he added the potion.

From then he could use the potion for as long as he wanted. As long as she was asleep. Yet the potion had another positive aspect about it. When the subject was fully asleep it would reveal what the person was doing. Like watching a movie. So when he entered the dream he was watching what she was doing. Likewise the liquid in the bowl would look as though you were watching the dream through his eyes.

This is how he gained control of the dream. Because the dream in essential was now from his point of view.

At first he just watched. Trying to get insight to what went on in her daily life. Studying her habits, routines, everything that encompassed her being.

It was tedious and unsurprising. She ate, she studied, she helped people, she ate, she studied, she helped more people, she studied some more and then went to sleep. Just to do it again the next day.

Her dreams weren’t that surprising either. She was always the brilliant one even in sleep. Her nightmares weren’t filled with monsters, they were challenges. Ones that taxed her mind so hard she woke from the shear exhaustion of thinking about it so hard. The weird thing was sometimes she dreamt the same dreams and would quite literally pick up where she had left off.

In the end this information hadn’t helped at all.

So instead he would enter her dream and proceed to do what ever he wished. Most times he would torture her to the point where she would wake abruptly and he would be thrown from the bowl mercilessly. Times like this he would be angry that he hadn’t seen the end, the complete demise. He would console himself saying that she only lived another night so he could have his way with her yet again.

This was only to be the beginning of how he would begin the lies to himself. At first he fantasized about being rid of her, what life would be like. This thought process took much of his time. Other than his grades and Quiddich. The days after, when he has finally driven her mad to the point in which she is either committed to St. Mungo’s, or has killed herself.

Every night when the others were sound asleep in their beds he immediately went into her dreams. Often he would retire early just to see if she was asleep.

His life was now so entangled into her own that he became addicted to the pensive. And in truth Draco was becoming addicted to her.

This is what led to the feral beating in her dream earlier that night. But it did nothing to sate the incessant need to control her.

He had to find another tactic.

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Present:

Anxiously waiting for her to fall asleep, he sighed relief when a picture began to form in the pensive. It is lush glade with crystal clear pools and a small waterfall. It was the dream that came to her when she was stressed. As if her own subconscious knew she needed the calm place to escape to.

Making himself invisible he wandered closer to her. Saw her basking in the light dipping her bare toes into the cool spring. So absorbed in just watching her he was startled when she began to speak.

“ I know your there.” she began.

“I can feel you watching me, whoever you are I have a favor to ask.”

She then paused and picked up a piece of cloth coming as if from nowhere and tied it around her eyes.

The now blindfolded girl stood up cautiously.

“I need you. You have made me feel things…..” He could see her brow furrow. “….painful things….” and then she smiled and bit her lip.”…wonderful things.”

“And now I feel nothing. Not until I dream. I know you are out there. I sence you out there.”

She then began to undress barring her skin to him.

He was confused. She knew someone was trespassing upon her dreams and yet here she was asking for it. Knowing that the person in question could very well be a sadist and yet it seemed she trusted this person so much that she offered herself as the sacrificial lamb.

No one had ever offered their vulnerability on a silver platter to him before. This made him uneasy.

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She was sitting there by the pool relaxing, letting her mind drift and ebb into different thoughts. When all of sudden the atmosphere changed, and she now knew that someone else was there. She knew it was not a conjure of her subconscious, his presence was so strong. She could almost smell his cologne.

She could feel the anticipation rising in the pit of her stomach. Was this to be a good dream or bad dream. Finally she decided to take somewhat control and offer herself.

Not only to see what would happen, but because the presence of him in her dreams so often she had become accustomed to him and now when ever she thought about the dreams it would stoke the lust she kept well hidden. Taking a chance she spoke. Offering herself and blindfolding herself in hopes of coaxing him into sate her need.

She did not have to wait long.
She felt his hot breath on her shoulder from behind.

“Why?” was the soft yet rough whisper that followed.

Why? That was a good question. At first she thought that she was just the novelty of the dreams she had. That it was fleeting and that as soon as she found another to focus her attentions on then it would pass. But no matter what she did no matter who she was with, she might as well have been alone. No one had been able to affect her like her dream lover had. No one had taken her over the edge, crossed the boundaries and beyond with her. Although she knew he could be dangerous, that was part of the excitement, the lure for her. She didn’t have to be in control all the time. And in those moments when she was tortured no matter how painful and humiliating she felt better because someone could see that she really was a vulnerable person. And it was refreshing to her. So now there was only him.

Slowly she began to speak.

“Good or bad you have marked me. Now it is only your presence that affects me. I’ve tried dating but in the end its only when I’m sleeping that I can feel anything.”

She turned around to face the nothingness where she knew he stood. She could feel the hot breath on her face letting her know exactly how close he really was. He did not stop her as she put her hands where is chest was even though he she could not see.

Blindfolded or not he did not make is appearance known.

And then she got on her tiptoes and kissed him. It was soft and slow. She opened her mouth slightly and gained entrance to his, their tongues twirling slow and sensual as she savored the feeling growing inside her.

Draco’s mind was racing. His heart pounding. This was not how it was supposed to be, he was supposed to be making her life a living hell, and yet what she said next brought him out of his reverie.

“Only you can make made me feel.”

No had ever said something like that to him before so when she kissed him again he responded deepening the kiss.

In the next moment he was guiding her down onto the soft grass. It was not a time for foreplay neither had the time or the want for such a gentle moment. I was a time of passion and haste. Each had a need to sate so when he guided lifted her skirts she undid his trouser and in the next moment he guided his cock into her wet folds. The cry she let out was one the will be forever burned into his memory.

He drove in deeper, harder, and faster that he thought that he could possibly go and to his surprise she met his pace. So close. So when her head was thrown back and the cries of her extacy reverbrated through the glade it was almost painful for him when her walls clenched.


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AAHHHH!!! Hermione sat up straight in bed breathing heavily her legs trembling and her body sweaty. She took a moment to compose herself. Then laid back down with a satisfied breath and smile on her face. She closed her eyes and fell into a dreamless sleep.

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With a loud thud Draco had been expelled from the dream he was fully clothed but he knew better feeling the stickiness he cursed silently and cast the cleansing charm on himself.

He raised his hand and ran it through is blond hair. What was he going to do now?



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