Loves Nightmare: Hate's Dream

Mary: Thank you very much, and here’s an update.



Angel: Precisely, just what is a girl to do? Wow, what a dilemma. There might be a bit of a cube going on here; don’t know yet.



La Bibliographe: Yes, well I don’t feel very comfortable with other euphemisms for those parts of the body. So, I’ll use terminology that would be used in a 12 rated movie. And you know I actually laughed at the silliness of the OOZE line, but I am glad you liked it. I thought it was one of the worst things I’d ever written. Oh well. And well, I do, I know I do. In fact that dream was one I actually had. As for Lucius and the Order well there will be hostility. And the fact that he isn’t angry with Rabastan is the fact that I think some of those people Lucius was glad to see the back of, and yes, it is his self-preservation coming to the fore there.



CoralineBlack: Indeed, who wouldn’t. Rabastan isn’t bad looking, well in my fics he isn’t. It might come to be more of a love cube, might put it to the vote actually. I hope you like this chapter.



BuffyXO: sorry to have saddened you by the hot interruption. I was a bit disappointed myself but I thought that it wouldn’t be fair to Lucius if he couldn’t go the whole way with her in his dream then she shouldn’t in hers. Mmm, two beautiful dark Prince’s indeed...



Dee Dee: I have a feeling that Draco isn’t going to appear in this story... well, not for the time being anyway, so no Dramione for the time being. I don’t know, I think she’ll kind of like it. She’s actually quite an insecure character and I think she’ll like the feeling that somebody want to care and protect her for the rest of her life... but yes, it could be exploited not sure yet. As for the Severus scenario, it does seem too delicious a plot bunny to pass up. I like the idea... but I am not sure about Severus willing to give her up, keep your eyes open and watch this space... that might make it, as it has a certain something for me. As for meeting in the dream plane... well... And the last idea well that’s just plain sneaky!



Shiloh Darke: Thank you so much for that. Yes, it was one steamy dream, and one that I had myself. Hee hee, sorry for making all the Luscious action in dreams, but at the moment I can’t think of any other way to do it. Don’t worry though, the limeade will soon be drunk and we’ll get on to some hot honey and lemons. Also, thanks for the 100 points and the compliment for saying I have a lovely way with words. Thank you.



More Man Trouble Than They’re Worth



Lucius wasn’t welcomed into the group warmly, but he didn’t expect to be. At least there was ONE person there that he could talk to. He had sidled up to Severus after the meeting and was about to talk to him when he felt someone tapping on his shoulder. He turned around and looked down into the very angry face of Ginny Weasley. She had her cheeks sucked in her face and she was tapping her feet with her hands on her hips.



“I don’t know what your game is, Malfoy, but I’m going to find out. I saw you looking at my friend and I am NOT going to let a creep like you leer over her. She doesn’t need that from the likes of you!”



“And yet you let her be with Rabastan Lestrange?” Lucius asked.



Ginny swung her head round and looked at the couple sitting in the corner. “He was different.” She said facing him. She looked at Severus and smiled. But then snapped back to Lucius for the third time. “She approached him.”



“Hmm,” Lucius said. “Well, if you care about your friend so much perhaps you can meet me on your own with Potter or any person of your choice. If you listen to the explanation then perhaps you could help me.”



Ginny narrowed her eyes and her lips thinned. “As if!” she said and stormed off, she walked to Harry and wrapped her arms around him.



“What does that mean?” Lucius asked Severus.



“I have no idea,” Severus replied truthfully. He found it difficult to keep his eyes off the young Weasley female, he swapped gazes to Hermione and sighed: if only he was that sort of male. But he happened to respect women too much and was extremely monogamous. He also liked Rabastan too much to step onto his territory and he even had a begrudging respect for Potter; he understood the boy deserved to be with a bright beautiful woman like Ginny. He turned to his friend. “But whatever you do, don’t go on Rabastan’s territory. He hasn’t had a girlfriend that has stayed with him, ever.”



“You know what that dream means,” Lucius snarled. “What do you want me to do instead? It’s what I have to do.”

“Yes, but try not to be too Malfoy about it.”



“What do you mean by that?” Lucius snapped.



“Try not to be too arrogant or smug about it, remember Lucius, this isn’t the first girl Rabastan liked that you stolen.”



“I admit with Narcissa it was an arrogant ego trip,” Lucius sighed. “But with Hermione it’s different.”



Severus lips curled in a mocking smirk. “Hermione now is it?” he asked.



“Shut up,” Lucius said. He turned around and looked at Hermione again. “This is different. That dream means something Severus. What it means... well, it’s not pleasant. She doesn’t realise it. Have you told her?”



“No,” Severus said. “I thought that you should do that as it’s your dream.”



Lucius sighed and shook his head. “I can’t be stuck in the same room as her on my own; I may not be answerable to the consequences.”



Severus patted Lucius on the back and was about to walk out of the room but a conversation was taking place that interested him enough for him to eavesdrop.



“I can’t believe it, Ginny, first she fancies that Locktwit bloke then she goes out with Viktor, okay he wasn’t so bad, but then the McClaggen and now Rabastan!”



“Harry, unlike you I talk to her. She loves Rabastan; just chill please. He hasn’t treated her badly and she looks happy.”



“That’s not the problem Ginny,” Harry sighed; he ran his hands through his hair. “Just now she confessed she fancied Snape.”



“That’s logical,” Ginny said. “Viktor did look like Snape as a teenager.”



“How do you know?” Harry asked shocked.



“It’s obvious isn’t it?” Ginny said. “Besides, Snape isn’t bad looking you know, and don’t snort like that Harry you’re a straight guy who hates his guts. I’m a straight woman who doesn’t know what to think.”

Snape smirked a little proudly. So, he mused looking again at the laughing young woman in the corner being held by his friend. She did like me. He sighed and shook his head. Now he wished he had the dream.



~*~*~



Lucius was watching Hermione too. He had to tell somebody in the Order about this dream, somebody that would know all about it. He swept his eyes across the room and landed it on Arthur. He shuddered at the thought of having to confide in the red haired weirdo but it was the only thing to do. Miss Weasley probably wouldn’t understand the ins and outs of it as much as her father would.



He walked up to the man and Arthur eyed him suspiciously and folded his arms across his chest. He stared stonily at the blond man.



“What is it, Malfoy?” he asked sternly.



“I need to have a private chat with you if you don’t mind,” Malfoy said. He really wanted to flex his claws at this man. He didn’t know why. Perhaps Arthur and he just naturally hated each other and had nothing to do with beliefs, principles or houses. It was just in their nature.



“Where?” Arthur asked shortly.



“In the Library,” Lucius suggested.



Arthur nodded and let Lucius lead the way. Lucius walked into the Library and momentarily sneered at the collection. His family had often competed against the Black family. The Malfoy family generally won. Now, they’re connected forever with his incompetent son, Draco.



“You are aware that there are certain dreams that mean something in our world.”



“Yes,” Arthur replied. “My great grandfather and mother had the dream about the hourglasses which brought them together.”



Lucius eye’s widened. “Yes,” he replied. “Well, that is the dream I am having.”



Arthur stumbled back a bit and tried to suppress a grin spreading across his face. He had to raise his hand to his face to hide the smirk.



“Really? Who’s the woman you’re dreaming about?” he asked snorting.



“Miss Hermione Granger,” Lucius snapped.



That stopped Arthur from giggling. His expression became suddenly serious. “But with that – then that means...”



“Precisely,” Lucius snarled. “She’d have to be having the dream to.”



“Have you spoken to her about this?” he asked.



“No, and I don’t plan to,” Lucius said pride etched into the very depths of each word spoken.



“You should,” Arthur said. “You know the outcome if the terms of the dream isn’t met. You could end up -!”



“I know,” Lucius snapped once more. “Anyway, as if you care.”



“You’d be surprised,” Arthur murmured. “We are distant cousins, you know.”



Lucius sighed. He looked again at the man before him. “You and I are almost the last of our lines. A small part of me had hoped that your daughter and my son might have bonded our families together.”



“Well, that’s not likely to happen,” Arthur replied. “Look, Lucius, the best thing to do is to talk to her, as soon as possible. She’s not a Pureborn, she wouldn’t understand the significance of the hourglasses and she certainly wouldn’t understand any erotic dreams she might be having.”



Lucius blushed. Arthur smirked a little at that. He had always wondered if there was blood in the blond’s veins. Now he knew that there was.



He walked out of the room leaving a very peevish and stubborn Lucius. Lucius strode up to the liquor tray and poured himself a glass of whiskey. Damn Arthur! He knew he was right. He chucked the whiskey down his throat and was prepared to walk out of the room when the door creaked open.

~*~*~



Hermione was feeling rather odd to say the least. She had expected to be floating on air wearing the ring given to her by the man she loved. She looked at her finger and the gold and silver band glinted at her cheerfully. She sighed and smiled at the wonderful thought of being Hermione Lestrange.



But – and she hated the but word - she was not happy. The engagement band weighed on her finger heavily and she felt a little queasy about the whole thing. She was probably aware that it could be cold feet so why was it her heart that felt numb? She decided to walk towards the Library. She always felt calmer being surrounded by books.



She opened the door and she saw Lucius stand at the bookshelf with an empty whiskey glass in her hand. She wandered up to the shelves and decided to pick a book up.



“Are you always reading?” Lucius sneered.



“What?” Hermione asked. Her eyes widened and she placed the book back on the shelf before he could throw it on the floor.



He rolled his eyes. “Listen, Hermione, if I was trying to scare you I’d have asked a much darker question than that. I am not trying to scare you so please don’t jump everytime I look at you or speak to you.”



“I’ve got to go,” she said. She was taking tentative steps backwards. Lucius spotted the danger even if she didn’t. He was there by her side in two strides and lucky for her he was as he caught her before she was about to fall on the ground on her back.



He swung her easily back on her feet, and her hand was on his shoulder and their eyes were in direct contact. A jolt of electricity shuddered through Hermione’s body and her heart was in her throat. She slid her hand across his shoulder and down his chest.



Lucius picked up her tiny hand and brought it to his lips and started sucking her fingertips. He kissed the palm of her hand and the inside of her wrist. Hermione closed her eyes and sighed gently. He heard the sigh and turned his attention towards her lips. They were so tantalizing, so beautiful. They were pale and soft like pink Rose petals. He slid his hand down her arm and brushed the back of his fingers along her jaw line. He brought her lips closer to his and he brushed his lips on hers. She felt herself burn from the contact. Her mouth slowly parted and he took advantage of that and licked her lips with the tip of his tongue. She moaned and leant further into his body.



His arm was holding her by her waist and he looked down into her eyes before making contact with her mouth again. He slipped his tongue inside her mouth and stroked the top of it with his causing her to quiver with excitement. She brushed aside some his hair that had fallen across his face and moved forward. She pressed her lips against his this time. Both their hearts were thumping in their chests and for some odd reason they both heard a smug voice saying: ‘Done!’



Lucius pressed harder wanting to devour her soft, curvaceous body inch by inch with his mouth. He closed his eyes and the vision of her in that gown just wafted into his mind. He stopped kissing her mouth and made a trail of soft, feather light kisses down her neck and on her throat. She moaned wrapping her hands in his silky hair.



This encouraged him to go further, as he circled his hands around her bum before fingering the edge of her top and moving it up so that he could feel her skin with his. That was when Hermione jumped and pushed him away.



“Whatever that was, it should not happen again!” Hermione exclaimed.



“I can tell you what it was, Hermione,” he said.



She shook her head, and her curls went along with it. “Don’t bother, and where did Hermione come from all of a sudden?”



“It’s your name isn’t it?” Lucius snarled.



“I don’t care, it’s Miss Granger to you,” Hermione said. “Look, Mr Malfoy, don’t do that to me ever again, you hear?”



“No, you listen to me, Hermione, there is something going on, please. Trust me on this!”



Hermione snorted. “Trust you? I’d rather eat raw squid!”



“Now you’re being stubborn,” Lucius growled.



“So what if I am,” Hermione almost shrieked, she was becoming hysterical. This was too much for her. Her dream almost came true at this point and it was frightening her. She somehow knew that she was meant to kill this man one day, and she didn’t want to get closer to him than necessary.



“Fine, act like a child, Miss Granger,” Lucius sneered.



He brushed past her catching her scent and that only made the threatening erection become a promise. She was a wildcat all right. Her hair had taken on a life of its own and he could swear he saw claws flashing out of her fingers. He was about to walk out of the door before sighing and changing his mind. He turned on his heel and looked again at the woman. He could see she was distraught. Arthur and Severus were right. He would have to tell her. There was nothing for it.



“Why aren’t you leaving?” she spat.



“Because I have no desire to leave,” he said casually. Merlin she was so beautiful like this it was unbelievable, why he couldn’t just take her now was beyond his reasoning. He walked across the room and sat down on a worn out chair. She turned around and looked at the man that looked like he had just set up camp in the Library. “In all seriousness, Hermione, we have to talk now or -,” he trailed off avoiding her gaze.



“Or what?” she asked.



“Or the consequences could be dire for us both,” he said. He looked up into her eyes they betrayed nothing of what she might have felt by this overdramatic statement. “I would rather explain this if you were sitting down.”



Hermione complied grudgingly. She sat on a seat opposite him. She curled her legs up and glared at him. He shook his head.



“Go on,” she said.



“In our world we tend to have dreams that hold some higher significance. Oh don’t worry not all our dreams do, just some of them, and some of them can mean either one of two different things and others don’t.”



“I don’t believe in all that stuff,” Hermione said rather primly.



“No, well you wouldn’t, would you?” he said. “But just take my word for it will you. Some of our meaningful dreams have conditions, and dire consequences if those conditions aren’t met.”



Hermione narrowed her eyes. “What are you trying to say, Mr Malfoy?”



He sighed irritably at her formality. “We are having such a dream now.”



She scoffed. “You don’t even know what I am dreaming.”



“One of the conditions of this particular dream is that there must be another person having the same dream.”



Hermione rolled her eyes. “How fascinating,” she answered scornfully.



Lucius decided to cut to the very quick and mentioned one word. “Hourglass.”



He took great satisfaction to notice that her pallor had changed. “You’re having that dream to?”



“I was, and then they turned into something slightly more...”



“Erotic,” Hermione supplied. He was almost shocked that she didn’t blush with that word.



“You’re having those sorts of dreams to?” Lucius asked interestedly. His eyes shone at what she could possibly be turned on by. “Tell me one of them.”



“No,” she said quickly. “They’re my dreams.”



“I’ll share one of mine if you share one of yours,” he said with an obvious leer.



“No,” she snapped.



“Spoilsport!” he sulked. She snorted as she tried not to laugh. He actually looked kind of cute with his lips pouted in a sulk.



“Perhaps, later when I can trust you more,” she said.



“Hmm, well if you were a Pureblood you’d understand that there might not be much time left until we...”



“We what? Mr Malfoy you have an extraordinary talent for not finishing of sentences.”



His eyes widened and he was momentarily put off balance. He thought for a second that he was looking at a female Snape. Heaven forbid that there should be. He shuddered at the mere thought of Snape with PMT.



“We’ll die, Hermione! The condition of this dream is we either fall in love or we die.”



A/N – Thank you so much for the reviews, and please, keep them coming, I’d love to see your ideas for what you want to happen.



Hermione is now in a right mess isn’t she? Lucius has basically laid the cards on the table... Love me or die, in other words. Not a very pleasant ultimatum really. And now Severus knows that Hermione had feelings for him at one time... hmm, could get nasty! What did you think of that one huh?



Oh, btw, the line in bold is one of the mandatory lines for the fic!