Just a Daydream

Hermione received a note the next morning from a school owl.



‘Room of Requirement, tonight after dinner. M’



She looked up at Malfoy and saw him watching her read. She gave a nod of her head then he left. It was Saturday so she knew she wouldn’t be seeing him around the castle. She would have to wait until tonight.



She spent most of the time in her room, and found herself reading his story again. She didn’t think hers were that ridiculous sounding but maybe it sounded that way to him.



Maybe he was angry. She certainly didn’t intend that, these were just outlets for fantasy. Although she had yet to think of an excuse as to why she chose him to write about. Maybe because he was the one who constantly called her names.



She still had no intention of showing him the notebook or of letting it be known that the notebook even existed. He certainly hadn’t let anyone know about it either, so what was the problem then?







That night she entered the room of requirement and sucked in a breathe. It was a complete replica of her harem story. The low bed, the mass amounts of pillows. Even the sequined top that was laying on the floor.



Draco emerged from the side door and Hermione had to control her laughter before it emerged on its own. Draco was wearing billowing white silk pants tied with an emerald green sash, and cinched at the ankles. He had on gold arm bands around his biceps and his eyes were lined with black coal giving his face an exotic look.



“Dance woman.” He said pointing to the floor.



Hermione grinned and then they both lost it. Both erupted in laughter so loud that Hermione held her stomach and Draco had to kneel on the ground. Hermione had tears in her eyes by the time she had let out everything.



“Come here, lets sit down.” Draco said and moved over to the bed. Hermione came and sat down beside him. “An Arabian harem Granger?”



“It’s just a fantasy. Nothing more.” She said.



“I see.” He said calmly and pulling off the armbands. “Those hurt after awhile.”



“I never intended you or anyone to see that notebook.” She said.



“I had a feeling. I noticed you watching me a few times and always when you had that notebook.”



“I only caught you looking once.” She said.



“I’m pretty good at avoiding my eyes when I need to.” He said. “Why me though? I mean Krum had such a big thing for you that soon enough it was annoying to hear him ask about you all the time. Hell I’d even think Potter or Weasley would have been the choice above me.”



“I thought you assumed they were gay?” She asked.



“Granger, you are their best friend and you can’t see it?” He asked, and at her look chuckled. “You really are blind when it comes to men.” He toyed with one of the armbands he removed.



“What do you mean blind?” She asked.



“Those stories of yours, he said, “obviously written by a woman.”



“And what in them leads you to believe I don’t understand men?” She said it with annoyance but she was more curious then anything at the moment.



“They are more about your own feelings then an attraction to a man.”



“What are you talking about, they’re just idle fantasies.”



“That say a lot. The first one for instance is a desire to be seen as desirable and sexual even when everyone else sees you as plain, ordinary and unimportant. Think about it, even Potter and Weasley didn’t take notice of anything remotely sexual in you until the Yule ball fourth year.”



She averted her eyes. “I suppose. Even Ron didn’t recognize me when he fist saw me.”



“The pirate story was nothing but anger, I could see that. I must have done something and you wanted to put me in my place. Although I fail to see how you could accomplish that since you weren’t planning to showing it to me.”



“It was a personal triumph.” She admitted.



“Now the harem story…..” He chuckled and couldn’t continue.



“Your favorite I gather?” She asked gesturing to the room.



“In a sense, it was the just absurdity of it that was amusing.” He said.



“You see, just a fantasy.” She said.



“Not necessarily. It was the power issue that came through.”



“Power issue?” She said, not hiding her confusion.



“You are in complete control of everything in your life and lets face reality parts of Weasley’s and Potter’s.”



“You were saying?” She prompted him dismissing his remarks.



“Someone else took control, someone else was in charge and you didn’t have to make any decisions. You could just give in. Every now and then we all have to let someone else take the position of power before it comes to be too much. You are too guarded to let anyone take it in your academic life and social life so your fantasy involves relinquishing control during sex. A lot of women think that way, particularly ones who are intelligent or successful.”



She lifted an eyebrow. “Careful Malfoy or I will take that as a compliment.” She warmed.



Now it was Malfoy who dismissed the remark. “Look Granger, all I saying is that when you write, you are getting something out of your system. All of your stories have hidden meanings in between the lines.” He focused back on the arm band. “Of course that is only one theory.”



She looked over at him and grinned. “And the other?”



He looked at her in all seriousness. “You are really fucking randy and don’t get any relief.”



She paused and then started laughing. After a moments she spoke. “What about the last story the professor?”



“Hence the second theory.” He said sending her into giggles again. “Actually I think that has something to do with your need for approval from instructors. You place a high standard of yourself when it comes to lessons. The fact that your potions teacher is the one you don’t have that kind of approval from is most likely why you chose it for the story. That you chose me just went with the rest of what you wrote. Which brings me back to my original question. Why me?”



“Why don’t you tell me. You seem to be doing a good job so far. Are you going to become a psychoanalyst or something?”



“Profiler actually.” He said.



“A profiler.” She said, her eyes lighting up.



“Yes. I want to be a criminal profiler.” He said with complete confidence.



“Amazing. So tell me why I chose you.” She asked, curious as to what he thought.



“Well, I can think of two reasons,” he said, “first that I am the forbidden. The clash between houses had never been resolved and the illusion of having something you know you shouldn’t is always a temptation.”



“And the other reason?” She asked although she had a pretty good idea of what that might be.



He looked over at her and lifted one side of his mouth in a high grin while lifting an eyebrow equally as high. “You want me.”



She couldn’t help it and gave in to the laughter. That over exaggerated look of his was just too much to deal with. She understood what he meant though. A sun conscience attraction. She calmed down and looked over at him again.

“So what does your story say then?”



“You can’t figure it out?” He asked.



“Well, at first I thought it was your way of making fun of my stories.”



“I can see how you might take it that way. But it was actually more of a way to show you how men think when it comes to fantasy.”



“You mean huge melon sized tits?” She asked.



“Among other things.” He said. “But it was more about how men view sex. Men are a lot more like women then you think. They need to be just a flattered and made to feel sexy like women do. Why do you think we like to be ridden? It shows that women find us sexy and watching her get herself off on our bodies is a thrill.”



“That and you can see breasts bouncing around.” She said.



“That’s always a bonus.” He said.



They sat in silence for several moments then Draco let his body fall back and he reclined on the bed. Surprising them both Hermione leaned back and relaxed at his side. Their shoulder and arms touched but that was all. They both contemplated the elaborate ceiling while they laid down. “So what happens now?” She asked.



“I suppose that depends on what your next story will say.”