Will You Help Me Find Myself

‘Will You Help Me Find Myself ? ’


Chapter Six: The Power Of Dreams!


Laying in bed Hermione started at the ceiling. It had been a little over two hours since she had left Lucius’ private rooms. Even though her arm was hurting like hell. It was at the back of her mind. mai main thought that was circulating was that of Lucius himself .He had been so different to the man she had always known him to be. Maybe he had changed sides and was now fighting for good and for his son. She couldn’t be sure at this moment. Hermione remembered the feel of the light touches on her arm as he had insed hed her cuts. He had seemed to be quite bewildered as to there meaning. But then again half the time Hermione hardly knew why she did this to herself. Opon returning to her room she had quickly showered and changed for bed. A strange tiredness had wormed its way through Hermione. Closing her eyes for the final time her last thoughts were that of the only man, only person to know her secret.

Slipping between the cool sheets of the bed Lucius drew up mental images of Hermione. She was defiantly the weak link he had been searching for. He need a way in. a source of information. It was his only way. Little did he know that he may have to use a little pillow talk to find out exactly what he needed. But if needs must then he would go as far as that. It wouldn’t be all together as horrible as he may have thought. The images of her laying on her bed were still there in printed in his eye lids. Although trying to show a concern front he had not been able to steel a quick look over her generous curves and her many assets. This was going to be fun. Closing his eyes again he chanted the well known charm for dream seeing and crept his way into Hermione’s sanctuary.

Black silk sheets cover the wrought iron bed. Thick bed posts in each corner. The canopy was green with silver snakes tangling themselves together. Hermione looked down at her own appearance. A gown of green and black silk covered her to mid thigh. Her hair was spread out across the black pillows She should have felt terrified of these clearly Slytherin quarters, but a sense of bonelessness had crept through her. Like she knew what was coming and could do nothing abut it so why fight it. A door opened casting a small amount of light over her and the rest of the bed. A tall figure stood in the door way. A black velvet robe swept the floor as the presence entered the room and locked the door behind them. Walking towards the bed the figure brought up their wand and disposed of Hermione’s only cover. She didn’t even react to this. Simply laid there. Welcomed the viewing of this man .The wand was then cast aside. The rode removed. All lights were extinguished. Except for one candle that floated next to the bed itself. The face of the intruder was still hidden but Hermione knew in her heart who it was. There was no way to disguise that hair. Not tied back as normal but loose and flowing around muscular shoulders. Hermione lifted her hand and pushed the few stands away from his face He looked at her as though she was the first woman he had ever seen. A gentle hand reached out and ran down her side. Hermione shivered at the first touch she had ever received from a mans hand. And from this man made it even more exciting.

Crookshanks landed right in Hermione’s middle bringing her out of the dream. She pushed the cat off and rolled on to her side. She was soaking wet with sweat, her breathing slightly irregular. This could not be because of the man, it was simply the dream, it would have happened if she had the same dream about Ron, right? She was having more trouble in convincing herself of the fact. Closing her eyes again Hermione returned to a dream less sleep.

Mean while in the dungeons Lucius relived the dream to himself. So this is what the little know it all dreams about. He had to make it a point to make that little dream become reality.