Loves Nightmare: Hate's Dream

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Hermione’s New Dilemma



A week later Hermione was now at Grimmauld Place. Strangely enough since Lucius had bumped into her at Snape’s cottage the strange dreams stopped, which bothered her slightly. Why did the dream stop when she saw Lucius? What did the dream mean exactly? Snape wasn’t much help, and she couldn’t tell Rabastan. She was sitting on a sofa in the Library in Rabastan’s arms. He held her close to him.



“Something’s bothering you,” Rabastan said.



“What?” Hermione asked.



“You’ve not been reading and staring into space for half an hour now. What is bothering you?”



“Nothing, Rabbie,” Hermione sighed. She turned around and looked into his beautiful blue eyes. “Rabbie, aren’t you scared that someone like Malfoy will find out what you’re doing and turn you in to the Dark Lord?”



“No,” Rabastan said. “Lucius Malfoy would probably end up helping me. He’s not stupid; if he see’s the tide turn he’ll turn around with it.”



That was what she was afraid of. If Lucius did join the ranks that would cause her a lot of problems, personally she’d be happy if she never saw him again. The dream with the table might have stopped but she had the most erotic dream of her life the night before after she had made love to Rabastan. It bothered her highly, as she had never found him attractive in the slightest.



She was on her own in the Library in Grimmauld Place; everyone was elsewhere in the country and she was busy researching. It was a hot day and she was wearing a bikini and not much else. She was going to do one last piece of research before going into a swimming pool they had discovered recently. She was about to sit down when she turned around and he was standing in the doorway; dripping wet.



He had been swimming and was wearing nothing but his black tight boxer shorts that clung to his skin showing off his tackle wonderfully. She let her eyes rove up and down his body before smirking slightly. She walked up to the coolest surface she could find before reading some more.



He stepped up to her and looked down at her smiling. She looked up from her book.



“Hello,” she said. “What can I do for you?”



“What is it you see in that idiot you’re dating?” he asked.



“Firstly he’s repentant for the right reasons, and second of all he doesn’t have blond hair.”



He chuckled. Hermione looked at her book trying to ignore him.



“How can you study in this weather?” he asked her.



“Simple, I read!” she said, “in the coolest spot I can find.” He smirked again. He cocked his head to one side and smiled as he loomed over her. Some of the water from his hair dripped onto her. She shivered from that. She looked at him and sighed. “Okay, what do you want?”



“Only you,” he murmured bending down in front of her taking the book out of her hands and throwing over his shoulder.



“That’s an ancient text,” she objected.



“I am sure that people chucked it on the floor when it was first written. It doesn’t hurt it in anyway. This, however, does hurt.”



He was pointing at his erect member. Her eyes had widened. “I thought that cold water solved that issue.”



“Not all the time it doesn’t,” Lucius said. “Especially when there are sexy, young, highly desirable women around in tight little pink bikinis.”



She shrugged her shoulders. “When I find one I’ll let you know where she is.”



“I was talking about you,” he said in a deep hungry voice.



She shook her head. “I can’t, Lucius, I’m deeply in love with Rabastan. You’ll just have to service yourself.”



She swung her legs off the seat she was sitting in to walk up to the book before he leant his arm out and stopped her in her tracks and pulled her close to him.

“I don’t do that, I was brought up not dragged up. The only thing that would truly satisfy me is you. Are you really so heartless as to deny a man his need?” He growled out the sentence and brushed aside her hair. She gulped as she felt his breath on her neck. “I happen to think bikinis suit you, possibly I might petition them to be Hogwarts school uniform in the summer.”



“Pervert!” she snarled trying to fight herself out of his arms.



“There’s nothing perverted about the way I feel about you; and the way you feel about me.”



“You arrogant bastard!”



“I love it when you talk dirty,” he murmured as he turned her around. “Come on, join me for a swim. Let your inhibitions down, don’t let yourself get tied up with one man all the rest of your life.”



“I promised Harry that I’d have an answer for him about now,” she sighed before he descended his rough mouth on hers.



“Oh, come on, Hermione come with me.”



She looked from him to the book and thought about Rabbie. “I can’t.”



He pouted his lower lip and looked at her with a doe eyed expression on his face. He was ever so sexy when he looked at her like that.



“Please?” he asked. “Pretty please with a huge cherry on top?”



She smiled and looked at him coyly through her lashes.



“Oh, all right,” she sighed. She took his hand and led him out of the Library and into the Conservatory where the swimming pool was. He looked at her and made to move as if he was about to push her in but she dodged that movement and he almost toppled in the water himself. She giggled. He looked at her and she shook her head. But he was prowling; the slow prowl soon turned into a run and she ran squealing with delight he caught up with her and swept her in his embrace and swung her around. She was panting looking into his eyes. He descended his mouth onto hers once again.



She responded. His hands had soon found her legs and he lifted them over his waist before bumping her into the wall.



“Oh, Hermione, I have wanted this for ever so long,” he said as he began to suck her neck.



“Me too,” she said as she wrapped her hands in his hair coiling its silken wet lengths between her fingers. He was about to unclasp her bra when a weird noise penetrated her dream...



It was Rabastan snoring; it was only a slight snore but it was enough to alert Hermione to the fact that she was on the verge of betraying her boyfriend, even if it was in a dream – a dream that meant nothing by the way. She turned around and Rabbie was lying on his back. The sheet was wrapped around his legs leaving his chest exposed. Hermione grinned. There was only one way she was going to get that dream out of her head.



She rolled over and clambered on top of him. She stroked his hairy chest and bent down and started kissing his nipples. She sucked the base of his throat and kissed underneath his ear; it was when he felt soft breath on his cheek that he finally woke up to find his girlfriend on top of him. He grinned.



“Hello mama!” he said when she brushed her lips against his. He thrust up. She smiled.



“Oh no, Rabbie, this one’s mine!”



“Is it indeed?” he said. “Well,” he said rolling her around on her back. She squealed and he threw himself on top of her. “I don’t think so, love. This one’s mine.”



“You had the last go,” she moaned.



“I enjoy making you happy, Hermione, you’re the only friend I’ve got here.”



Hermione giggled. He leant down and sucked her nipples tenderly and she ran her hands through his thick luxurious wavy black hair.



“Rabbie,” she sighed. They made love for the second time that night. And it did what she wanted it to do; it got the disturbing image of her and Lucius out of her mind. He collapsed on top of her and she held him closely to her.

“Will you marry me, Hermione?” he asked.



“What?” Hermione said shaking her head out her reverie. She turned around and he was looking intently at her. She was smiling at him. “Sorry, what did you say?”



“Before she got hung I was given a few artefacts. My mother’s wedding ring was one of them, and, well, I want you to have it; and I want to have you.”



She blinked. “Rabastan,” she said, “I’d love to.” She flung her arms around his neck and kissed him soundly on the cheek.



“Good,” Rabastan said. He brought the ring out of his trousers pocket. “Now you can have this.”



Hermione smiled as he took her hand and slipped the ring on her finger.



“It looks so much better on you than it did on her. Hermione, you have made me so happy.”



She giggled and looked at the ring glinting on her finger before kissing him on the lips. She slipped her tongue inside his mouth and they were about to play tonsil tennis with each other when someone entered the room. It was Harry.



“Hermione, did you go and see a certain grease ball?”



“Yes,” she said. “Why?”



“Because I did to, I went to try and kill him. Before I knocked on the door Lucius Malfoy walked out of the cottage furious. I found this on the seat and knew you’d been there.”



He held up a bangle. Hermione blushed and snatched it from Harry’s hand.



“What were you at Snape’s for?” Rabastan asked; a hint of jealousy in his voice. He often found that whenever he liked a girl Snape did to.



“I had some things I needed to discuss with him, AND only him. Sorry, Rabbie, I was thinking about you the whole time.”



The whole time Lucius wasn’t there, she thought to herself.



“Really, well that’s good then. I know Snape and he can charm the birds off the trees if he so willed.”



She laughed. “I don’t fancy Snape at all. Well, not now I don’t.”



“You mean you did?” Both Harry and Rabastan said in unison.



“Yes, I did but not now. Now, I love you.”



“Oh, please, guys get a room!” Harry said turning away in disgust.



“We have got a room, it’s just that you’re in it,” Rabastan said.



Harry looked at the older man. “I wish I knew what you see in him, Hermione.”



“Well, it’s exactly the same as what Ginny see’s in you, Harry. I think he’s perfect.”



Harry shook his head. He looked at Hermione again. “You could do a lot better than him you know.”



“Sir?” a quiet voice said from behind Harry. Harry turned around and Dobby was standing there quivering.



“Yes, Dobby?” he asked. “Why are you shivering? I haven’t seen you like this for a while now.”



“Well, sir, Dobby’s last Master is – is here – sir, and he wants to talk to Miss Granger, sir.”



Rabastan looked at Hermione and Hermione looked at everyone in the room.



“Okay,” she sighed. “Show me where he is, Dobby.”



Dobby nodded. “Do you want tea?”



“That would be nice,” Hermione said. Dobby showed Hermione to a small antechamber to the study. She looked at him standing there; his back was turned and he was flicking through a book.



“Ahem,” she said to alert him to her presence.



“Hello,” he said laying the book down on the table. He walked up to her. Hermione was wilting under his stare. “Look,” he sighed. “I have found out that Rabastan Lestrange is a leak and telling on our side. He has ratted on several of his friends and made sure they get hung by the neck until dead. I have also found out that YOU are Rabastan’s reason for betraying many of his old school friends and colleagues.”



“He decided that on his own, Malfoy, our relationship was highly unexpected.”



“I see,” he said. He looked into her eyes. He shook his head. That vision of her in the silver shimmering knee length, strapless robe had not left his mind. He had her on her own. He wanted to see if she was suffering like he was. If she was the nightmares would be more bearable.



He walked up to her to close the gap between them. She wasn’t bad looking, really. She had a beautiful bone structure on her face; her hair was wild and untameable but that might be an indication to how she’d be in the bedroom. If that was the case, he might have to try to steal her away from Rabastan. Her curves were well proportioned and her breasts were not too big and not too small, he guessed at a fairly manageable C cup, possibly B. She was perfect. Her honey coloured eyes stared up at him defiantly.



“Is that all you wanted?”



“No, I wanted to see you again. Last time I frightened you without even wanting to frighten you; I wanted to apologise.”



“Apology accepted,” Hermione said. She took a step back groping behind her to find the handle of the door. He took a step forward. He kept his gaze on her; he smiled a little as he noticed she was trying to leave the room.



“Are you still frightened of me?” he whispered. Hermione’s heart leapt in her throat as some inexplicable urge to run to him swept over her. She needed to get away. She felt suffocated by his presence.



“No, I just feel a little claustrophobic in this room; I always have.”



She turned around and was about to walk out of the room when his hand closing around her wrist stopped her.



“Why are you so intent on escaping me?” His voice was hushed and dark. Hermione shivered.



“I don’t feel comfortable around you, that’s why. Now let go off my wrist and let me out.”



He did so and she almost rushed out of the room. He oozed out of the room and watched her run.



“Run away, my little mouse, I’ll catch you someday.”



He was about to leave when Potter walked out of the library and a thought struck him.



“Potter,” he said.



Harry turned around; his eyes gleamed full of hatred at the blond man. “What?” he asked sullenly.



“Don’t be like that,” he said. “I want to talk to you man-to-man.”



Harry tilted his head. “Oh yeah, what about?”



“There may be some names Rabastan Lestrange might be missing off the list because he really likes them and can’t bring himself to betray them – no matter what the night time rewards could be,” he paused. “That’s why I am going to offer my services to you. I want to do what I can for the preservation of Wizard kind.”



“Or more likely to preserve yourself,” Harry said between clenched teeth.



“Do you want my help or not?” Lucius snapped.



“Quite frankly, you can do what you want,” Harry replied.



“Oh, good, well I want to help your side.”



“Fine,” he said. “Well, sit in the Dining Hall now. There’s going to be a meeting soon. You best make yourself comfortable.”



~*~*~



Hermione had rushed into the kitchen; somehow the smell of coffee always relaxed her. She decided five minutes sniffing the coffee jar was about enough to calm her after that shock. I HATE HIM! She thought. I Absolutely Hate Him!



She had collected her wits and took deep breaths and decided to walk into the Dining Hall. She knew Harry had scheduled a meeting about now and she wanted to be prepared with what she wanted to say in this meeting. She closed her eyes and pushed her hands down towards the floor making sure she wasn’t shaking. She walked out of the kitchen door that led to the Dining Hall and groaned. Why hadn’t he left?



“What are you still doing here?” she asked.



“I’m here to help the Order, anyway I can,” he replied.



Hermione sighed. “Whatever,” she said. She walked further into the Dining Room. She was trying not to let his mere presence affect her much. She sat down where she normally sat in the meetings. Lucius smirked. He decided to sit right next to her. Leaving no space for someone to sit next to her. She always sat against a wall.



She looked at her nails. She was about to choose another seat but Lucius noticed her make a move. He looked at her legs in that short red skirt she was wearing.



“You’re going to have to move when Rabastan comes in here, you know that. This is our corner.”



“Oh really,” Lucius said chuckling. “I don’t see your names here.”



Hermione moved around and she pointed at the wall. Rabastan had carved their initials there with a heart surrounding it the night they first gave themselves to each other.



“Now you do,” she said. She felt a slight tug on her hair. Lucius had grabbed a handful of her hair and let it slide through his fingers; he raised some to his nose and sniffed it.



“Strawberry and jasmine,” he said. He leant down and sniffed her perfume, “Mimosa shower gel with peach moisturiser and vanilla body spray.”



She closed her eyes; she was sorely tempted to lean into him. He tugged her further towards him gently using her hair.

“Well,” she said. “You certainly could work in a Perfumers.”



“I just have finely tuned senses to these things, Hermione, besides I could tell you were using these scents.”



“How?” Hermione asked. Her mouth had gone dry. She could feel his hot breath on her neck. Her insides were starting to froth and bubble.



“You just seem like that type that’s all,” he replied. He brushed his cheek against her ear and turned around so his voice was directly in her ear. “The problem is, Hermione, Rabastan isn’t your type.”



She turned around and her eyes were slowly burning. “Why do people say that? We’re happy.”



“So, why are you almost kissing me?”



“WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?” Rabastan roared. Hermione looked from Rabastan to Lucius and lowered her eyes to the floor.



“Nothing,” she said.



Rabastan strode up to the pair and picked Lucius up by his collar and thrust him against the wall. “Go near my fiancée again and you’ll be the next one I turn in!”



“What, Rabastan, turn in a fellow reformer?”



Rabastan narrowed his eyes. “I’m doing this because I want to, what’s your reason?”



“The same, and don’t worry, I won’t go near her; as long as she doesn’t come near me... but I can’t help my feet sometimes.”



“Rabbie, leave. Drop. Come and sit with me.”



“Yes, Rabbie, do what the little woman tells you to do.”



Hermione looked up at Lucius. She couldn’t believe she was almost burning with desire for this man only moments before; the arrogant bastard, did he seriously think that his mere presence here would make anyone decent want him?



Snape turned up moments after and noticed the tension in the room.



“What’s happened here?” he asked Rabastan.



“Malfoy there was touching Hermione, and as you know, NO ONE goes near her without my permission.”



Snape raised an eyebrow in Lucius direction. “Indeed, and what does Hermione feel?”



Hermione looked up and saw Snape almost smile. Slytherins, she fumed. “Mad,” she said. “I just don’t want anyone touching me without my say so. I am now engaged to Rabastan,” she turned to Lucius. “I love him! Of course you wouldn’t understand that concept would you, Malfoy.”



Severus smirked in Malfoy’s direction. Ah, so Lucius has decided to give in to the dream after all.



“Okay,” Harry said walking through the door with Remus Lupin, Tonks, Mad Eye Moody, McGonnagall and all the Weasley’s excluding Percy and a few others Snape couldn’t be bothered with the names of. “There’s a new member in the ranks: Malfoy, for some unexplainable reason, has decided to help us. Treat him how you will.”



Hermione slithered down in her seat. Lucius Malfoy was going to practically be in and out of her life on a regular basis from now on. She looked at Rabastan; he was listening to Harry in earnest. She then looked at Lucius who was lounging nonchalantly in his seat with his cane across his lap. He turned around and caught her looking at him and winked. She blushed and immediately turned around.



This was going to be hell on Earth. She felt now she definitely had nowhere to turn. It seemed that some of this was Snape’s fault. She looked at Snape and he turned around and there was an unmistakeable smirk plastered on his face. Grease monkey!



Hermione glanced surreptitiously at Malfoy again. She supposed he was handsome and there was that confident air that she generally liked in her men and he did have a voice and presence that made her sit up and take notice. She blushed again. What a predicament! Why me? She asked herself. Why me?



A/N – So, Lucius is now an Order Member. Hermione recognises that he’s a fanciable man and is having erotic dreams about him in black wet swimming trunks... mmmmmmm... anyway, and Severus is back in the Order. There will be more to come; but seriously, more reviews to feed the muse, please? I would sincerely love to hear what people would like me to write in this story.