Dreaming of You
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Lucius/Hermione
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Adult +
Chapters:
7
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19,479
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82
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Dreaming of You
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Chapter One
The dream was rather odd for Hermione for two reasons. One was the fact that she recalled it at all. What else made it odd was that she had rarely dreamt of people she knew. The another reason, and the one that had her the most concerned, was that it was so sexual. She had sex dreams in the past. Several in fact, but they had always been very innocent in a way this dream wasn’t.
It started simply. She was sitting, looking out a window to a breaking dawn. She was in a hotel room waiting. Feeling the chill, she pulled her blanket tighter around her otherwise nude body. Next door to one side of the room, she could hear a man and a woman having very loud sex. Hermione listened more intently to them and discovered them to be Ron and Lavender Brown. She let out a disappointed sigh and turned at the sound of two men fucking up against the other adjoining wall.
After a moment of moaning and sexual name-calling, she discovered it was Harry and Draco. She rolled her eyes and went back to looking outside. Behind her she heard the door open and close gently. Two large hands slid over her shoulders, massaging them gently.
“I’m late,” he purred, leaning down to her and kissing her throat. “Whatever can I do to make up for it?”
She turned her head slightly, looking into the man’s obsidian colored eyes. He kissed her mouth tenderly, sliding his hand down to her breasts. He massaged them, tweaking at the nipples.
She let out a hum of pleasure just as her door opened yet again.
“Starting without me, pup?” a growl had her all but fingering her own pussy.
“Remus,” Severus Snape murmured. “Our witch cannot be neglected.”
“Of course not,” Remus told him, going over to her and kissing her mouth lightly.
“Perhaps you shouldn’t be fucking that mutt anymore,” Snape told the other man.
“And perhaps you shouldn’t be fucking Tonks,” Remus said.
Hermione stood up, pushing both of them away from her. She left the room, slamming the door behind her. Stumbling she landed on her knees, she began to sob. Before she knew what was happening, she was scooped up and carried over to a large chair. The man rocked her, rubbing her back.
“Why can’t they just focus on me?” she sobbed. “I don’t ask for anything but loyalty! And they can’t even give me that!”
“Shh, love,” he cooed. “I’m loyal to you. I always will be.”
Sniffling, she whispered, “You are?”
“I am and always will be, poppet,” he purred.
She looked into his steel grey eyes. “Why me, Lucius?”
He smiled, combing her hair out of her face. “Because we are mates.” His mouth settled down on hers in a deep, hungry kiss.
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Hermione woke in a cold sweat. Getting up she stumbled over to the bathroom, turning on the cold water and stood under the stream. A moment later she turned on the hot water, bringing up the temperature to a decent level. What was that all about? As soon as she felt steadier, she got out of the shower and got dressed.
She went downstairs and found Mrs. Weasley serving breakfast. Mr. Weasley left to go to work, as had the twins and Ron. Harry was still in bed. Whether or not he did so alone that night, she didn’t know. What she did know was that Draco and he were together most nights. So if Draco wasn’t out of town for work, he was more than likely there.
“So, Hermione, did you sleep well, dear?” Molly asked in such a way that made the young witch that there was something more here than concern.
“Fine,” she said softly. “Why?”
“Did you dream?” she pressed.
“As a matter of fact, I did.”
“Good! Was it about Ron? Or perhaps one of the twins or Charlie?”
“No, not really,” she murmured, taking a plate of food from the older witch. “Ron was, uh, in the next room in the dream.”
“But you were with one of my boys, right?”
“No,” she repeated. “Actually, I wasn’t.”
Her face turned red before she demanded, “Well, then who did you dream about?”
Hermione blinked at the older witch, but said nothing. Right at that moment Remus came in with Tonks with the witch all but screaming at the werewolf. The other witch no sooner saw that Hermione was in the kitchen that she went ballistic.
“You!” she screamed. “How dare you!”
“What are you talking about?” Hermione asked her.
“You and-and him!” Tonks screamed.
Hermione stood up. “Molly?” She looked over to the older witch. “What in the name of Merlin is going on?”
Molly blushed hotly. “I-I…”
“I’ll tell you what’s up, you little tramp! Molly had the bright idea that Ginny, you and I should take the perfect mate potion. She knew that you wouldn’t want to be a part of it so she gave it to you last night in your tea.”
Hermione looked over to Molly in shock.
“And Remus was with you in my dream!” Tonks screamed.
The younger witch rolled her eyes, saying dryly, “And I had how much control over what you dreamt?” That had Tonks going silent. “I feel for you, but I have nothing to do with what you dream.” She then looked over to Molly. “How dare you? To give me a potion, but that potion in particular is insane! Do you have any idea what would have happened to me if I had decided to have a drink afterwards, or Merlin forbid, if I had decided to take dreamless sleep?”
“I…” but she never got the chance to say anything as Ginny came running into the room sobbing.
“He’s gay! I can’t believe he’s gay!”
Hermione pursed her lips, but said nothing.
Molly hugged her daughter all the while telling Hermione, “I knew that might happen so I gave you a mild sleeping draught…”
“You what?!” she exclaimed, blinking at her in disbelief. “Oh…my…gods!” She sat down hard, taking a deep breath, trying to calm herself. “Do you have any idea the effect of mixing any kind of sleep inducing potion with the perfect mate potion is? Because if you don’t let me be the first to inform you that if the individual that has taken the mix doesn’t make the connection, meaning mate with the individual at the end of the dream, the dreamer goes mad.” Molly gasped in shock. “But thanks to you only using a mild sleeping potion, I’ll just go insane at a slower rate.”
“Whom did your dream end with?” Tonks asked, prepared to beat her bloody if she said Remus.
“The last person on the planet who would ever want me,” she answered.
“And that would be?” Ginny asked, sniffling.
“Lucius Malfoy,” she answered.
Molly started sobbing harder even as Tonks said, “Well, St. Mungo’s isn’t so bad.”
“Whom did you end up with?” Hermione asked her. “Not Remus, or you wouldn’t be acting like you have been.”
“Severus Snape,” Tonks said, sounding sour.
Ginny giggled. “I bet insanity is looking good compared to that.”
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Chapter One
The dream was rather odd for Hermione for two reasons. One was the fact that she recalled it at all. What else made it odd was that she had rarely dreamt of people she knew. The another reason, and the one that had her the most concerned, was that it was so sexual. She had sex dreams in the past. Several in fact, but they had always been very innocent in a way this dream wasn’t.
It started simply. She was sitting, looking out a window to a breaking dawn. She was in a hotel room waiting. Feeling the chill, she pulled her blanket tighter around her otherwise nude body. Next door to one side of the room, she could hear a man and a woman having very loud sex. Hermione listened more intently to them and discovered them to be Ron and Lavender Brown. She let out a disappointed sigh and turned at the sound of two men fucking up against the other adjoining wall.
After a moment of moaning and sexual name-calling, she discovered it was Harry and Draco. She rolled her eyes and went back to looking outside. Behind her she heard the door open and close gently. Two large hands slid over her shoulders, massaging them gently.
“I’m late,” he purred, leaning down to her and kissing her throat. “Whatever can I do to make up for it?”
She turned her head slightly, looking into the man’s obsidian colored eyes. He kissed her mouth tenderly, sliding his hand down to her breasts. He massaged them, tweaking at the nipples.
She let out a hum of pleasure just as her door opened yet again.
“Starting without me, pup?” a growl had her all but fingering her own pussy.
“Remus,” Severus Snape murmured. “Our witch cannot be neglected.”
“Of course not,” Remus told him, going over to her and kissing her mouth lightly.
“Perhaps you shouldn’t be fucking that mutt anymore,” Snape told the other man.
“And perhaps you shouldn’t be fucking Tonks,” Remus said.
Hermione stood up, pushing both of them away from her. She left the room, slamming the door behind her. Stumbling she landed on her knees, she began to sob. Before she knew what was happening, she was scooped up and carried over to a large chair. The man rocked her, rubbing her back.
“Why can’t they just focus on me?” she sobbed. “I don’t ask for anything but loyalty! And they can’t even give me that!”
“Shh, love,” he cooed. “I’m loyal to you. I always will be.”
Sniffling, she whispered, “You are?”
“I am and always will be, poppet,” he purred.
She looked into his steel grey eyes. “Why me, Lucius?”
He smiled, combing her hair out of her face. “Because we are mates.” His mouth settled down on hers in a deep, hungry kiss.
***
Hermione woke in a cold sweat. Getting up she stumbled over to the bathroom, turning on the cold water and stood under the stream. A moment later she turned on the hot water, bringing up the temperature to a decent level. What was that all about? As soon as she felt steadier, she got out of the shower and got dressed.
She went downstairs and found Mrs. Weasley serving breakfast. Mr. Weasley left to go to work, as had the twins and Ron. Harry was still in bed. Whether or not he did so alone that night, she didn’t know. What she did know was that Draco and he were together most nights. So if Draco wasn’t out of town for work, he was more than likely there.
“So, Hermione, did you sleep well, dear?” Molly asked in such a way that made the young witch that there was something more here than concern.
“Fine,” she said softly. “Why?”
“Did you dream?” she pressed.
“As a matter of fact, I did.”
“Good! Was it about Ron? Or perhaps one of the twins or Charlie?”
“No, not really,” she murmured, taking a plate of food from the older witch. “Ron was, uh, in the next room in the dream.”
“But you were with one of my boys, right?”
“No,” she repeated. “Actually, I wasn’t.”
Her face turned red before she demanded, “Well, then who did you dream about?”
Hermione blinked at the older witch, but said nothing. Right at that moment Remus came in with Tonks with the witch all but screaming at the werewolf. The other witch no sooner saw that Hermione was in the kitchen that she went ballistic.
“You!” she screamed. “How dare you!”
“What are you talking about?” Hermione asked her.
“You and-and him!” Tonks screamed.
Hermione stood up. “Molly?” She looked over to the older witch. “What in the name of Merlin is going on?”
Molly blushed hotly. “I-I…”
“I’ll tell you what’s up, you little tramp! Molly had the bright idea that Ginny, you and I should take the perfect mate potion. She knew that you wouldn’t want to be a part of it so she gave it to you last night in your tea.”
Hermione looked over to Molly in shock.
“And Remus was with you in my dream!” Tonks screamed.
The younger witch rolled her eyes, saying dryly, “And I had how much control over what you dreamt?” That had Tonks going silent. “I feel for you, but I have nothing to do with what you dream.” She then looked over to Molly. “How dare you? To give me a potion, but that potion in particular is insane! Do you have any idea what would have happened to me if I had decided to have a drink afterwards, or Merlin forbid, if I had decided to take dreamless sleep?”
“I…” but she never got the chance to say anything as Ginny came running into the room sobbing.
“He’s gay! I can’t believe he’s gay!”
Hermione pursed her lips, but said nothing.
Molly hugged her daughter all the while telling Hermione, “I knew that might happen so I gave you a mild sleeping draught…”
“You what?!” she exclaimed, blinking at her in disbelief. “Oh…my…gods!” She sat down hard, taking a deep breath, trying to calm herself. “Do you have any idea the effect of mixing any kind of sleep inducing potion with the perfect mate potion is? Because if you don’t let me be the first to inform you that if the individual that has taken the mix doesn’t make the connection, meaning mate with the individual at the end of the dream, the dreamer goes mad.” Molly gasped in shock. “But thanks to you only using a mild sleeping potion, I’ll just go insane at a slower rate.”
“Whom did your dream end with?” Tonks asked, prepared to beat her bloody if she said Remus.
“The last person on the planet who would ever want me,” she answered.
“And that would be?” Ginny asked, sniffling.
“Lucius Malfoy,” she answered.
Molly started sobbing harder even as Tonks said, “Well, St. Mungo’s isn’t so bad.”
“Whom did you end up with?” Hermione asked her. “Not Remus, or you wouldn’t be acting like you have been.”
“Severus Snape,” Tonks said, sounding sour.
Ginny giggled. “I bet insanity is looking good compared to that.”
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