Dreamscapes: The Beginning

Draco looked around a corner, trying to decipher Hermione’s clue in his mind. ‘Look where our hearts lie…’ That was her clue. But he was there already. Their hearts lay in their dreams. He was in her dreams. Their dreams had melded. Their destinies as Dreamscapes was unfolding.

“Draco, help me.” Draco stopped loo looked around. He had never seen the halls of Hogwarts so desolate, even in his dreams. Hearing Hermione’s voice in his head was unnerving because he couldn’t find her. ‘Think Draco. What did her clue mean? Look where our hearts lie…’ Draco sighed, tapping a finger to his temple as he stood still, thinking.

Draco started thinking of various places that might mean something to either of them. That was associated with them. Transfiguration was their first class together ever. He had received his first slap from her near Hagrid’s hut, which revolved around Care of Magical Creatures. He had first called her Mudblood in the Quidditch pitch. He had first saw her beauty that caused his first dream in Potions… That was it! Draco ran towards the dungeons that housed the Potions labs.

~~

“You look worried,” a soft masculine voice said from behind Narcissa. She turned away from her son and Hermione to look at Remus Lupin.

“I am worried,” Narcissa said softly. She turned back and gazed down at her son.

Remus stepped up behind her, watching Draco and Hermione’s sleeping forms. Hermione was still incredibly pale, but Madame Pomfrey had stopped the blood loss finally. When he had further questioned the medi-witch on the locale of the blood loss, he had realized what kind of dreams were bringing young Malfoy and Hermione together. They were the most primal of dreams. He had quickly sought out the library for answers. He read that when Dreamscapes started coming into their own, sexual dreams were how they expressed desire for the one they were destined for. But he had never heard of something such as this.

“He should have been yours,” Narcissa’s whisper broke into Remus’s thoughts.

“What?” Remus asked softly.

Narcissa looked at him, her eyes bright with tears. “Draco,” she said softly. “He should have been yours.”

Remus swallowed a bit. “Don’t dwell on the past, ‘Cissa,” he murmured.

“I canelp elp it,” Narcissa said turning back ook ook at the two sleeping figures. “Every minute they remain asleep I know they could die. I should have fought him more, but he had so much control of me once he infiltrated my dreams.”

Hesitantly Remus touched Narcissa’s shoulders. He hadn’t touched her in ong.ong. “’Cissa, Lucius is a cruel man, you know that,” he said softly to her. “Your son obviously has changed, that’s your influence. And he will make it. He’ll save Hermione, and you will have him back with you.”

Narcissa turned and buried her face against Remus’s chest. “I never should have married him,” she whispered. “I should have married you.”

Remus swallowed hard, fighting back the tears that wanted to fall. He had never stopped loving Narcissa. She was the reason he had never married. “You have me now,” he whispered into her blonde hair. He looked over to the door where Sirius stood. His best friend raised an eyebrow then nodded with a small smile. He turned on his heel and left. Remus sighed and held Narcissa to him, staring at the boy that would have been his son had the Fates not been quite so cruel.

~~

Draco swallowed nervously as he made his way down the hallway towards the Potions lab. He had slowed his running pace to a slow walk. He didn’t want to be caught off guard by anyone…

“Too late,” a familiar voice hissed behind him.

Before Draco could react he was thrown into the room, slamming painfully into a wall. He shook his head to rid himself of the spider webs that permeated his brain. He looked over and gasped. Hermione was on the ground in a heap. She was as pale as she was in the hospital wing in reality.

“Worried about your little mudblood girlfriend are you,” Lucius snarled at his son. “You are a disgrace to the Malfoy name.”

Draco narrowed his eyes at him. “Like I ever wanted it,” he spat. “If having the Malfoy name means plaguing the dreams of innocent people then I don’t want it! If it means being nothing but a petty, sniveling follower to some so-called Dark Lord that is nothing but what he hates himself, then I could give a shit less if I were a Malfoy!”

Lucius couldn’t contain his anger at his son as he raised his wand. “Crucio!” he bellowed. Draco cried out in pain.

“No!” Hermione belloweom wom where she lay. She tried to rise unsteadily to her feet, her face still as pale as before.

“So the mudblood awakens,” Lucius snarled.

“Don’t call her that!” Draco said painfully as he tried to rise.

“Cruci--,” Lucius started.

“Invitia!” Hermione bellowed, not understanding what the word meant, nor where it came from. But whatever it did, it threw Lucius back against the blackboard and he slid to the floor. She scrambled to her feet and over to Draco, helping him sit up more. They both looked up as a slow clapping started.

“Very good,” Voldemort said as he stepped out of the corner. “I’m impressed Miss Granger. Such strength.” He stepped closer to her.

“Stay away from her!” Draco growled, rising. His arm had unconsciously slid around Hermione.

“Such valor,” Voldemort said, stepping back. “Too bad you chose the wrong side, young Malfoy.”

“Don’t you dare call me that,” Drsnarsnarled. “I want nothing to do with that.” His eyes darting to where his father was standing.

“You ungrateful child,” Lucius snarled.

“He is not worth it Lucius,” Voldemort said.

“You told me yourself he was! Because of his powers--,” Lucius started.

“Enough!” Voldemort bellowed in warning.

“What do you want with us?” Hermione demanded. She leaned against Draco, finding comfort in his presence.

“I want you, mudblood, dead,” Voldemort said. “You are a threat.”

“Scared of a mere muggle-born are you,” Hermionid. id. A twisted smile graced her lips. “Seems rather fitting considering you are no more a pureblood then I am.”

“One difference,” Draco broke in. “You have more magic in you then he ever could.”

“Insolence!” Voldemort hissed.

“Basicia,” Draco murmured and Voldemort hissed in pain. “You are fighting us on our territory, Voldemort.”

“You said they didn’t know Lucius!” Voldemort sneered at his follower.

“That damned wife of mine must have interfered,” Lucius snarled.

“Enough of this!” Voldemort said, raising his wand. Draco’s eyes widened and he ducked behind a set of shelves with Hermione as the spell hit.

“Hermione you need to go,” Draco said, kissing her forehead. “I have to do this.”

“No I won’t leave you,” Hermione said.

“You are too weak right now,” Draco said. “You won’t be strong enough to fight them.”

“Please don’t make me leave you,” Hermione whispered, cupping his face. “What if you die?”

“Then live on knowing how much I love you,” Draco whispered. “But you need to go.”

“No, Draco, no,” Hermione pleaded with him. She usually wasn’t so emotional, but she had never been in love before either. She couldn’t lose him. Not like this. Not for a long, long time.

“Yes Hermione,” Draco said. He took a deep breath to yell. “Hermione wake up now!” Hermione starthakihaking her head and her image shimmered before disappearing.

~~

Hermione sat straight up clawing at her throat where the muggle tube still was. She flopped around on the hospital bed as Madame Pomfrey rushed in, seven other people following her.

“Hold her down,” Pomfrey said. Dumbledore, Snape, Remus, and Sirius held Hermione down. While they did so, Pomfrey pulled the tube from her throat, and Hermione drew in a few ragged breaths.

Narcissa moved over to Hermione fearfully. She looked into the young girl’s dark brown eyes. “Draco…” Hermione gasped out. She looked over to her side, watching his still form. His face was scrunched up as if he were concentrating hard on something.

~~

Draco stepped out from behind the bookcase to glare at his father and Voldemort. “We end this,” he growled.

Voldemort smiled sadistically at him. “Do you think you can defeat me little man?” he sneered. “Do you think your precious dream world will keep me from killing you. Crucio!”

Draco mumbled something incoherent and the hex never reached him. “Yes I do,” he said. “Invitia!”

Voldemort flew back against the wall as Lucius had done when Hermione had cast the same spell. Lucius looked at his son and raised his wand. “You can’t stop this one,” he said. “Avada Kedavra!”

Draco knew that he couldn’t stop that curse, but forethought had him ducking out of the way of the curse. It was pure luck that a mirror had been behind him. Or had he conjured it into the dream? Either way he glanced up in time to see the curse bounce back to his father and it hit him square in the chest. With a sh scr scream, Lucius Malfoy was dead on the floor.

“Draco come back to me.” Draco raised his eyebrow. It was almost as if he could hear Hermione speaking in his head. He stood and took a protective stance to ward off any hexes that Voldemort would send his way.

The Dark Lord rose and stared at the young man. “This is far from over, Dreamscape,” he sneered. With a pop, he was gone.

Draco put a hand to his forehead and fell backwards. He fell slowly, feeling softness beneath him. “Draco, wake up,” he heard his mother say. Two small hands were on his arm. He slowly opened his eyes and found both his mother and Hermione gazing down at him.

“Father’s dead,” he murmured.

“What?” Narcissa said with a frown.

Draco rose shakily. Remus came over and helped him sit up. “He attempted to use the Death curse on me in my dream,” Draco said. “When I ducked out of the way it hit a mirror and him. im. Even in dreams you can’t survive that kind of curse.”

“Are you okay?” Hermione asked softly.

Draco turned and looked at her. “You brought me back,” he whispered.

“Don’t leave me again,” Hermione said. Draco slid his arms around her, holding her close.

~~

After almost a week since their shared dream, Hermione and Draco finally managed to find some time alone. They hadn’t discussed what happeappened, nor had they wanted to yet. Narcissa promised she would retto tto the school after she made arrangements for Lucius’ funeral. True to what Draco said, his corporeal self hadn’t survived his spirit’s death. She was finally free of her husband, and she was free to live her life how she wanted with her son. And a long lost love if he would have her.

Dumbledore decided to create a new class that would educate the students about dreams and Dreamscapes. It was going to take at least a year to prepare, but Narcissa had agreed to teach the class. Since Draco and Hermione were going into their seventh year, they were going to help research to help the class. Since the class would then begin the year after they graduated, they were both going to consider returning as teaching assistants. Remus Lupin was going to return next year as the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Sirius was going to join him as an assistant.

you you okay?” Draco asked Hermione as he held her close. They had recently found out they were to be Head Boy and Head Girl next year.

“Draco, what’s happened to us?” Hermione murmured. “How did this all happen?”

“I think Mom can better explain it when she gets back,” he said. “I still don’t understand it either.”

Hermione looked at him. “Do you really feel that way about me?” she asked suddenly uncertain of herself.

Draco pulled her to him and gently kissed her, massaging her tongue gently. Hermione moaned into his mouth as she felt familiar stirrings. “Please Draco,” she whispered against his lips. “Don’t make me beg.”

Draco chuckled. “All in good time,” he whispered as he leaned down to gently kiss her. Hermione opened her mouth beneath his, and Draco trailed his tongue over her lips, before dipping into the recess of her mouth. He moaned as he enjoyed the taste of her. Like a fine wine he was sampling, much like anyone taking great pride in such a sweet embellishment. Ever so gently his fingers traced the contours of her face, memorizing every angle and curve she had. Hermione moaned into his mouth, her own hands beginning to trace a path along Draco taut body, memorizing the play of muscles beneath the warm skin.

Hermione began to trail kisses over Draco’ cheek and down his neck, nibbling at it gently. She flicked a tongue out to taste the skin covering his throat, tasting and smelling the pure masculinity of him. She breathed deeply, letting his smell intertwine with her senses, imbedding him in her memory. Draco dipped his head and gently took her nipple into his mouth through her shirt and bra, suckling at it gently, nipping it with his teeth. Hermione moaned feeling the coarser texture of her shirt teasing her along with his tongue.

Hermione arched her back to Draco’ exploring mouth, as her bold movements grew even more so as she traced her fingertips over the heat pressing against the front of his trousers. She slowly undid the buttons on by one, a slightly popping sound being heard as the button gave way its hold on the material. Draco groaned when he felt her silky hand close around the throbbing reminder of his desire for her. His hips bucked forward a bit as she drug a nail along the underside of it. Draco trailed his fingers along her collarbone, teasing the flesh before he worked at the buttons of her shirt that encased her delectable body from his exploring eyes and hands. He eased the buttons free from the slots of the shirt and pushed the garment aside to reveal her skin to him.

He pulled her up and slipped the shirt from her body tossing it aside. Gently he lifted her chin to look at her, noting her brown eyes had darkened with passion. He merely looked at her, and smiled when he saw her nipples tighten under his heated gaze. Slowly he leaned forward andcaptcaptured one in his mouth, suckling at it. Hermione moaned and arched her back towards his mouth as her fingers slid into his hair, her fingernails massaging his scalp. Draco brought her closer to him, his hand splaying across her back as he nuzzled her more, his one hand sliding to cup her other breast, his fingers giving attention to the other aching peak that topped the globes.

Hermione watched as Draco pulled back, pulling his shirt off then returning to laving attention on her breasts. With a moan, Hermione trailed her hands from his head, running them through his hair and down his neck, caressing the flesh she met as she trailed her hands down his back. She felt the muscles of Draco’ back bunch underneath her hands as they tensed a bit from her touch. She even felt how they moved in synchronicity as he moved over her, suckling her. Hermione moaned gently as she arched her back further towards him, her hands skittering like dancing leaves across his back.

Due to his fumbling fingers, Draco finally muttered an incantation that sent both of their clothes flying from their bodies to leave them naked. Draco gently began to trace his fingers down her side, and smiled at her moan of pleasure that came from her throat as his hands skimmed across the silkiness of her skin, bringing her alive. His fingers trailed over the dark curls at the juncture of her thighs, his fingers probing. He felt her tense beneath him as he looked into her eyes.

“I won’t hurt you,” he whispered. Hermione bit her lip but nodded then moaned as she felt Draco’ thumb pass over her clit. She lifted her hips wishing Draco would delve deeper as he pressed his thumb down, manipulating the little button with each stroke. Draco leaned down and kissed her collarbones, his tongue traveling over her skin, caressing her as he moved lower, his finger still rubbing against her, making her writhe.

Hermione felt Draco kiss the points of her hips, his breath hot against her skin. She gasped a bit when she felt him kiss the insides of her thighs. His next movement about sent her flying off the bed as she arched her hips to him. Draco’s lips closed over her clit, his tongue pressing against the button, pressing it and suckling at it. Hermione groaned as her fingers latched onto his head. Draco began to stroke her with his tongue as his fingers dipped into her moist sheath, slowly creating a rhythm of surging forward and pulling back. He felt Hermione begin to pant beneath him as his fingers moved a bit faster. He stroked her, bringing her to the brink before his ministrations stopped.

Hermione whimpered in protest as her release had started and then she was denied. Her eyelids were heavy as she opened them to gaze at Draco. He settled over her, his knee nudging her thighs apart. Slowly and surely Draco placed the head of his shaft at the entrance tr shr sheath, his gaze intent on her. Hermione bit her lip and wanted to tense, she had heard the first time always hurt.

“I won’t hurt you,” he whispered kissing her gently.

“I know,” she whispered back, her hands bracing against his biceps. Draco leaned his forehead against hers as he slowly pushed into her. His movements were slow and deliberate. He would stop to allow her to adjust to his size before moving forward again, stopping again. He continued this motion till he was inside of her to the hilt.

Hermione slowly opened her eyes, the pain she had expected not coming as bad as she thought. Being honest to herself, she had to admit that the feel of Draco’ hard and full shaft nestled in her body now felt right, and it made her feel complete, like a key fitting perfectly into a lock that would release a multitude of things, all of them good.

Draco couldn’t hold back any longer, and he leaned down pressing his lips against hers, his tongue slowly stroking her lower lip and dipped lower as he began to thrust in and out of her body. His movements were achingly slow as he slowly and surely withdrew from her, almost allowing himself to leave her before he moved forward again in an achingly slow stroke that reached the very core of Hermione’s body.

Hermione arched up against him as she began to move her hips in a motion that matched Draco’s as their hips moved in counterpoint to one another. She moaned as a slow pleasure began to build like a tightening coil as Draco pushed into her again and pulled out, moving forward still. Draco’s hand skittered down her side and below her leg, his hand hooking under her knee, lifting it up. Hermione gasped loudly as Draco surged forward slowly, and she felt him move even deeper then before. Hermione wanted to feel him even deeper inside of her, so she wrapped her legs around his waist, and cried out his name when she felt him indeed slide deeper.

Draco groaned and stopped holding back as his thrusts into her body became harder, and slightly faster. He could feel her muscles clenching around him as he heard her moans beneath him. With each thrust, her moans grew louder as he rocked against her, his arms coming around her to hold her close to him. He could feel the taut peaks of her nipples pressed against his chest, rubbing against his skin, an aphrodisiac to his already heightened senses.

Hermione began to stroke Draco’s skin. She pushed at his arms, and he rolled to his back, taking her with him. She trailed her fingernails down his chest as she sat up, gasping out loud and her head falling back as he slid even deeper into her. She ground her hips down on Draco’s, a moan of pleasure escaping her throat as she felt his rock hard member stroking the very core of her desire. She braced her hands on his chest and began to rock her hips faster; gasping loudly as Draco thrust harder up into her.

Draco watched Hermione, a small smile at his lips as he watched her. Her eyes were closed, but he could tell from the look of pleasure on her face what she was feeling. He surged up to her as he began to move faster. He ran his hands up her torso, his hands caressing her breasts, letting his thumb stroke over her hard nipples, smiling more when he heard her gasp. He groaned loudly when he felt Hermione begin to hit her release when he felt the muscles of her moist sheath clamp around him, and her muscles stilled. Draco sat up, and captured a nipple in his mouth. He felt Hermione reaching for the peak of her orgasm, as her movements became erratic, as if the threshold of her desire was just out of reach. His hands moved to hold her hips, grinding her against him.

Throwing all caution to the wind, Hermione began moving against Draco faster, wanting her release more than anything. Draco sensed it as he began to lift her hips with his hands and practically slammed her body down onto his, groaning at the sensations she created in him. He began to thrust hard into her as he felt her hands gripping his shoulders tightly, her movements going faster.

Hermione stilled her movements as one thrust from Draco sent her into a crescendo of lights and fireworks behind her eyes. Pleasure unlike anything she had felt before began at the juncture of her thighs and slowly worked its way out to every single nerve ending on her body. She ceased to breathe; she ceased to move. All she did was feel. An incredible torture that was exquisite in the nature. She felt Draco’s own release hit and was amazed at the further sensations she felt as his hot seed shot into her body, his hands bringing her hard down on his shaft so tightly that she didn’t know where she ended and he began. They were one entity locked in an embrace as old as time.

After a moment, Draco collapsed back, Hermione falling on top of his chest. He gently stroked her hair softly. “Are you okay?” Draco whispered softly.

Hermione looked up at him and kissed him softly. “It was better than the dreams,” she whispered.

Draco smiled softly. “I love you, Hermione,” he said for the first time outside of their dreams.

Hermione smiled. “I love you too,” she whispered, kissing him gently.

The Beginning…