Chapter
7
Dream
Sequence
Several times
each night, Draco was woken up by violent dreams. Dreams that reeked of
death and
destruction, that were filled with tortured screams and dying people. And
then,
within the
carnage of his dreams one night, there she was. She was simply standing
there,
holding a
silver rose out to him. In his sleep, Draco smiled openly. Everything would
be good.
He’d get rid
of that blockhead Pansy, and he would make Hermione his Queen of Diamonds.
They’d rule
eternity with a golden-hand of foreverness.
In his dream,
Draco extended his hand towards her. Hermione gently shook her head, her
chocolate
brown tendrils flying around her face as if a sudden breeze had swept through.
She silently
walked towards him, her lips pursed together with an innocent smile. Light
glinted off
the silver rose in her hand. When she reached him, Draco’s arms circled
her
waist and
pulled her in to embrace her.
That was when
he realised she wasn’t holding a rose. It was nothing like a rose. It was
a
dagger. Hermione
gleefully laughed, finally breaking the silence. She looked from the dagger
to him and
back, battering her eyelashes sweetly like a little schoolgirl. Oh, but
schoolgirls
don’t carry
big bad daggers. Hermione looked him in the eye. And then she winked.
Draco awoke
with a scream, sweat dripping down his face. With one silken sleeve of
his
pyjamas, Draco
wiped his face, and then untangled himself from the black silk sheets that
were twisted
around him. With a groan, he climbed out of bed, and his feet hunted around
on the floor
for his slippers. As he placed his feet in their warm, soft comfort, Draco
looked
downand snickered
to himself. If only the world knew that the Dark Lord had fuzzy pink
bunny slippers.
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