Dreamscapes: The Beginning

Draco gazed down at Hermione as a bed was prepared close to her. She was extremely pale, paler than Draco had ever seen anyone. He gently stroked her forehead, brushing her hair away. “What if I can’t save her?” he murmured.

Narcissa turned at her son’s words. She walked over and placed her small hands on his shoulders. “You can save her,” she murmured to him. “You have it within you. Both the feelings and the power.”

“Professor Dumbledore doesn’t seem too surprised by all of this,” Draco said.

“Professor Dumbledore excelled in Divination when in school,” Narcissa said. “I remember him telling James that.”

“James Potter?” Draco said, his eyes never leaving Hermione.

“Yes,” Narcissa said. “There are definite reasons why you must be the one to save Hermione. And it’s not just because you are a Dreamscape.”

“I’m scared, mom,” Draco said, finally looking at her. “She doesn’t know about her powers…”

“She knows more than you realize,” Narcissa said. “Don’t underestimate, Hermione Granger.”

“How do you know?” Draco said with a frown.

Narcissa gently kissed her son’s forehead. “Later,” she said gently. “We must do this now.”

“Where do we begin, Narcissa?” Remus asked as he adjusted the pillows.

Draco got up and slid his robe off and laid down. He looked at his mother as she pulled the covers over him. “Draco, take Hermione’s hand,” Narcissa said. “Let yourselll all asleep and have the dreams you’ve been having.” Draco looked panicked a moment.

“It’s all right, trust me,” Narcissa said with a soft smile. “Let yourself fall into the dream. Touching Hermione will allow her to see you and talk to you in a sense. She will lead you to your father and Voldemort.”

Draco nodded. He looked over at Hermione then up at the ceiling. Slowly his eyes fluttered closed. His breathing evened and he allowed himself to fall asleep.

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Draco slowly opened his eyes and frowned when he saw he was still in the infirmary. Had it not worked? He looked to his right, but Hermione was gone. He rose up on his elbows, grimacing at a sudden pain ripping through his head. He noticed Hermione standing at the end of his bed. “Hermione?” he said softly.

“I came to see if you where all right, I heard about you getting hurt,” she murmured. Draco sat up more, wondering if he would regret this, allowing her to be there. Draco swallowed. He didn’t know if he could handle this. Ever sine ree realized he had some feelings for the beautiful witch, he had been intrigued, wondering at times what it would be like to wrap his strong arms around her, feeling her soft skin beneath his fingertips, caressing the flesh into a sexual frenzy. Pure lust, that’s all it was, he kept telling himself, but whom was he fooling? Seeing her kiss Ron or Harry even on the cheek made him burn with jealousy. His mission began to fade from his mind as thoughts of this woman replaced them. He would never want Hermione to know this though. He felt he should feel hate toward her. She was a muggle born witch. Not worthy of a pureblood such as himself. He blinked his eyes as she walked closer. He rose from the bed and walked towards her, noting how her deep brown eyes roamed over his naked chest, caressing it without even a touch.

“Hermione,” he mumbled
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Hermione stepped closer to him, reaching a hand out, touching his pectoral, feeling the velvety soft skin beneath her fingers. “When I heard you where hurt, I thought I was going to die. I didn’t know how bad it was, and then I heard it was your head that had been hit, and it made me panic,” she mumbled, her eyes not meeting his. She paused a moment, then allowed her eyes to lock with his. Brown to silver, passion flaring between them.

“I couldn’t bare it, never getting a chance….,” she trailed off unable to say. Draco reached a hand up, gently brushing a lock of hair off her face. He leaned down, touching his lips to hers. Caressing the full lower lip with his tongue, demanding and yet asking for permission for entrance to her mouth. Hermione opened her mouth slowly, darting her tongue out to meet his, playing a cat and mouse game of seduction, challenging then withdrawing. Draco cupped her face in his hands, slowly and torturingly caressing her lips and tasting her. She ran her hands up his chest, massaging the taut muscles that jumped in reflex to her touch, bringing a smile to her lips, as they curved against his. Draco slowly pulled away, desire in his eyes, so strong it shocked Hermione. She had always been attracted to the man, even his temper, that she had seen couns tis times whenever he had insulted her and her friends.
“Are you sure?” he softly asked. Hermione did not open her mouth, she merely nodded. Draco pulled away enough to take the robe wrapped around her, removing it, and muttered a locking spell on the door to the hospital wing. No interruptions. He walked back to her, his hands gently cupping her shoulders, pushing the straps of her nightgown off her shoulders, and further, revealing her ivory breasts to him, the nipples taut. She groaned as the fabric drug across them. Draco leaned down, taking one taut nipple into his mouth, suckling gently, then switching to a bit rougher, feeling her body’s responses as his tongue worked magic on her senses. He lifted her, his mouth never leaving her breast and carried her to his bed. He gently laid her down, smoothing her nightgown over her waist and down her legs, tossing it aside. Hermione looked up at him and reached for the waist of his pajama bottoms. She began to slowly push them over his hips, bringing her closer to being able to enclose her small hand around him, to caress and bring him alive before feeling him inside of her.

Draco began to caress her skin with his nimble fingers. Hermione had watched those fingers many a time working over things in class and had often wondered what it would be like to feel them on her skin as they were now. He massaged and caressed the muscles of her skin, working at the flesh that led to her flat stomach, the slight mound of her belly, to the two rounded points of her hip bones, now bare to him. Achingly slow were his movements. Flesh bare becoming sensitized to feelings unlike anything. Hermione bit her lip gently, her mind whirling, as all she could do was feel.

Draco gently picked up her foot, caressing the arch of it, working his hands and fingers up to enclose her small ankle, leaning down to nibble the delicate bone, trailing little bites and kisses up her calf, to the sensitive spot behind her knee. He lifted his head a fraction, and gazed at her, his fingers caressing the inside of her thigh near her knee. He allowed his hand to trail upwards, teasing the flesh with his fingers. Searching, wandering, learning. Gently Draco parted the folds of her slick lips, feeling her juices flowing from her as she waited with anticipation for him. Him, all of him. Every part of him, from his fingers, to his tongue, to his engorged member, that was now pressing insistently against his trousers. Draco lightly, as if the touch of a feather, flicked a finger over her clit, watching her face. Hermione arched her back in ecstasy, an achingly sweet feeling coursing through her body. So slowly, Draco leaned down, his breath caressing the inside of her thigh, cool against the hot flesh, his breath caressing her, before his tongue spirited toward her, flicking against her, causing her to cry out. Hermione grasped the sheets under her in both fists, such a pleasure she had never felt before flowing through her veins. She began to moan aloud, thrashing her head as Draco enclosed his lips around her clit, suckling gently, nibbling it for added emphasis, before his mouth was gone. He slowly parted her folds with his fingers, pressing on finger against her, sliding it slowly inside, feeling her tightly close around him.

Hermione couldn’t take anymore, she pushed herself up, gasping as his finger slid into her further, but she pulled away. Draco watched her, a faint smile on his full lips, waiting. She leaned forward and began to caress his face with her fingers, gently urging him to lie down. He did not comply. Hermione knew why. She ran her fingers down his chest, reaching her hand to slide beneath his pajama bottoms allowing her access to his shaft. She began pushing them down again. Inch by inch the material slid down, inch by inch the material revealeg him to her. Inch by inch she came closer to freeing his rampant cock. Freeing it to her waiting lips. Freeing it to feel it pulsing inside of her. Draco got up from his bed, and Hermione followed, kneeling on the bed, her fingers never leaving his pajama bottoms. Once she had slid the material down past his cock, he shimmied them down his legs and shedding them, revealing all of himself to her, both completely naked.

Hermione smiled at Draco, leaning forward, brushing a kiss over his chest, her tongue flicking out to his nipples, smiling as she heard a hiss escape him. She kissed and nipped his skin as she moved down his chest, over the tight muscles of his abdomen. Shveleveled in the feel of the rougher hair that ran from his belly button to below his waist beneath her tongue and lips. She paused just above his cock, reaching up witr har hand to gently cup his balls.

Draco’s hips jerked in response to her touch. She leaned forward again, placing a light kiss on the tip of him, hearing another hiss escape him. She opened her mouth, taking him inside as far as he could go. She began to move her lips and tongue over his length, bringing him alive. She could feel a release coming to him, but knew when he did, she wanted him to be inside of her. She gave one final thrust of her mouth, allowing him to leave her, but running her tongue under the base of his cock, before straightening. Draco leaned toward her, pushing her backwards on the bed, and began to kiss her, his tongue demanding entrance now instead of asking for permission. When she allowed him entrance, he thrust his tongue into her mouth, still coated with her essence. Hermione gasped as she tasted herself, as well as him.

Draco deepened the kiss as he urged her thighs apart with his knee. He settled himself over her, his cock hovering just above her, dragging across her engorged button, sending a streak of fire through her. He pulled away slightly, and looked into her eyes. Penetratingly slow was his entrance. Pushing against her, slowly entering, slowly reaching, slowly stretching. Draco slid completely into her, feeling her close tightly around him, almost sending him over the edge. He waited as she adjusted to him, before he pulled out of her, almost completely leaving her, before he thrust toward her, once and hard. Hermione arched her back, gripping his biceps tightly, kneading the muscles with her hands and nails. He slowly began to move his hips in a rhythmic motion, easily matched by the woman beneath him. Achingly slow was the pace he kept, bringing Hermione closer and closer. Like a coil slowly tightening in her stomach, coming closer and closer to snapping, and shattering everything around her.

Draco continued to rotate and thrusts his hips against her slowly, feeling her tightening around him, her release coming soon. Hermione arched as she was thrown from a whirlpool of pleasure, lights going of behind her eyes, as sensations she could never have thought existed coursed through her. She forgot to move, she forgot to breathe, all she could do was feel. As Draco felt her orgasm subsiding, he began to move his hips faster, reaching for his own release. Hermione’s eyes snapped open as another orgasm hit her, intensified as she felt Draco’s, as his seed spilled into her, filling her very being with his own.

For a moment, they were not two separate beings, they were one, joined perfectly in a moment of time spanning forever. Draco slowly felt his strength seeping out of him as he gentaid aid down on top of Hermione, still inside of her, making them one being. Pain began to pound in his head, first dull, then beginning to sharpen. He slowly looked up and gazed into Hermione’s eyes. She looked worried and scared. Everything from earlier came flooding back to him as the pain his head subsided and reality set in.

“Save me, Draco,” Hermione whispered. “Look where our hearts lie. Find me and save me.” She shimmered and slowly disappeared.

Draco sat up. “Hermione,” he said. He looked around the now deserted hospital wing and stared at the door as it creaked and opened on its own. He looked down and saw he was wearing a pair of muggle pants, sweater and his Slytherin robe. He rose quickly and walked out of the hospital wing. He could feel his wand in the pocket of his robe, but he realized he probably wouldn’t need it. Not here. Not where he was the strongest. It was an advantage he was going to need.