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Chapter Eight: Dreams and Regrets


Hermione Flooed to Grimmauld Place, not wanting to chance another trip to a motel after what happened last time. She was sitting down on the bed in her room (the room Harry had delegated to her after he inherited the house) staring at the floor. She glanced at her left hand and began tearing up when she looked at the ring that was still on her finger.

I cant believe I just left him. Hermione thought to herself. How in the world could I do that? I love him so much but it’s just becoming too much and I don’t know how to handle it!

She laid back on the bed and stared up at the ceiling, thinking about tomorrow. Tomorrow was the planned date for the mission back to the Manor….the place that Hermione never really wanted to see again. And worse than that, Draco was part of the mission.

How am I going to be able to face him after what just happened? She thought to herself as she closed her eyes, willing herself to sleep, feeling an uneasy feeling of longing for the missing piece of her soul.


Back at the Granger/Malfoy house, Draco was lying awake in bed as well. His mind was spinning with the recollections of the moments that had passed only an hour before. He laid there, staring at the ceiling, his mind replaying the moment she walked out the door over and over again.

How could I just let her walk out? Why didn’t I stop her? Bloody hell, I’m so stupid that I couldn’t even try to stop the woman I love from leaving me! Draco thought to himself, beating himself up mentally for the events that had just transpired.

His mind traveled to the mission that was quickly approaching and he had no idea what he was going to do when he saw Hermione the next night. What he wanted to do was rush into Grimmauld Place and sweep her into his arms, begging her to come home again, but that would be weak and Malfoy’s never ever showed weakness. But then again, he’d been going against practically everything he’d ever been raised ‘as a Malfoy’ to do….including falling in love with a Mudblood. Continuously fighting with his own mind, he drifted off into an uneasy sleep, empty without the part of him that was missing from the bed beside him.

Both Hermione and Draco found themselves in an unusual dream, neither truly realizing that they were indeed sharing the same dream from their separate beds on separate sides of the country.

They found themselves standing on separate balconies, overlooking a deep, rolling blue ocean and facing each other at an angle. They were close enough to see each other clearly and here each other speak softly but were still out of reach of each other. As they stared at each other, scenes began to unfold in the night air between the two balconies.

They watched as the two of them arrived at Hogwarts, both looking slightly nervous but with a forced confidence on their faces. The two children in the ‘vision’ stood among the group waiting to be sorted. They watched as their two younger counterparts exchanged a glance at each other and quickly turned back to the ceremony.

The ‘vision’ faded away and was replaced with a couple of slightly older looking copies of themselves. They were standing on the Quidditch Pitch. The Slytherin and Gryffindor teams were both there and Hermione was standing to the side along with Ron as Draco and Harry exchanged a couple of words and then as Draco and Hermione exchanged a couple of words and Hermione ran off almost in tears, Harry and Ron following close behind. They both knew exactly when that scene was for they both remembered the day too well….it was in second year and the first time that Draco had called Hermione a Mudblood.

The vision faded again and the pair were greeted with a site of the ‘Golden Trio’ confronting Draco and his cronies outside on the grounds. Hermione’s wand was pointed directly at Draco’s throat but instead of cursing or jinxing him, she turned around, as if she were leaving and then at the last moment, she swung her fist around and connected it with Draco’s jaw. Adult Hermione snickered as she watched the scene remembering the day as it was one of her best memories at Hogwarts.

They flashed through a few more scenes randomly picked from their years at Hogwarts, a lot of moments from their seventh year…including the fateful day that Hermione’s world came crashing down on her at Malfoy Manor as well as graduation day on the Quidditch pitch when Draco proposed.

After the proposal vision, the visions began to change slightly. Instead of showing the past they began showing something that had never happened…yet at least. It showed Hermione and Draco facing off in the streets of Godric’s Hollow. Hermione was surrounded by Order members and Draco was surrounded with Death Eaters, each group pointing their wands at the other with Draco and Hermione in the middle. They were separated by a good 10 ft or so from their groups and were staring at each other intensely, both gripping their wands tightly. In the other visions of the past, they couldn’t hear anything being said…they could only see the actions but this time was different.

“It didn’t need to come down to this Malfoy.” Hermione’s vision self was saying, her eyes locked on Draco’s, her wand pointed directly at his heart, her voice stern but quivering slightly. She looked completely in control but her eyes gave away how completely heartbroken she was.

“You’re right, Granger, it didn’t. But you made this choice when you left me. When you left, I had nothing left to lose. You were my everything and instead you chose to walk away and never look back.” Draco replied to her, his eyes equally stern but heartbroken as well, focused directly on hers, his composure holding as well as possible and his wand pointed at her heart as well.

The two faced off, neither moving from their position. The groups behind them however seemed to be growing restless and before either of them knew it they were in the middle of an all out battle between the sides. They broke their positions and began launching themselves in the surrounding battles.

As the two ‘real’ people watched their vision counterparts, they were both shocked and disturbed by what they were witnessing. Then the picture before them began to slow down slightly as if they were watching a movie in slow motion. They watched as the battle dust parted slightly and they saw them facing each other once again, their wands pointed directly at each other, a look of sheer heartbreak mixed with hatred etched on both of their faces. Suddenly Ron dashed out from behind Hermione, his wand pointed at Draco and sent a spell in his direction which Draco easily dodged. Draco sent an Avada Kedavra towards Ron but Ron, not realizing that Hermione was still standing directly behind him, dodged the curse barely and it struck a shocked Hermione directly in the chest. She fell to the ground in slow motion as Draco looked on at what he had just done. He rushed to Hermione’s side and pulled her lifeless body to his own.

“Oh gods, what have I done?” Draco muttered as the vision began to fade away again into nothingness.


In separate beds, the two woke up with a start at the same time. Neither understood exactly what they had dreamed, nor did they realize that they were both sharing the same exact dream. Pale colored light filtered into their rooms as the sun began to sneak up the horizon as they both laid wide awake in their separate rooms, both staring at their ceilings, pondering the meaning of the dream they had just experienced.

Was it showing the future? Or was it warning them about what could happen if they followed the path they were currently starting on? On both ends, the separated couple began thinking about the things that had transpired over the past few weeks.

I miss her so much, Draco thought to himself as he stared at his ceiling, playing absentmindedly with the Malfoy ring on his hand. I hope that the dream was just a warning because I would never be able to live if anything happened to her.

I miss him so much, Hermione thought to herself, staring at her ceiling and absentmindedly twirling her engagement ring around her finger. Maybe this isn’t the way that things were supposed to go. Maybe I should never have left last night.

The two laid in silence for a couple of hours, both wondering how the other was doing and whether the other missed them. Finally, almost at the same time, they both raised from their beds and set forth getting ready for the day. Remus had instructed Ron, Draco, Bethany, Hermione, and the others that were present at the meeting the night before to return to Grimmauld Place by 4 in the afternoon that day to begin to discuss strategies and whatnot for that night’s mission. They had decided to attack at night so that they would have the cloak of darkness to aid them.

Hermione took a hot shower to help wash away the images of the dream she had. Throwing on some random clothing (just a pale blue baby tee and black dance pants) she headed downstairs to make something to eat. After eating some cereal she conjured up with her wand (since the kitchen seemed to be barren) she retired to the sitting room and curled up on the couch with a book she had found upstairs in the study. Before long, however, she had dozed off back to sleep…not from tiredness but mostly from sheer boredom.

Draco on the other hand couldn’t eat anything, his heart and his mind were hurting too much because of the events of the night before. His dream still haunted him and he was constantly reminded of the image of the green light hitting Hermione directly in the chest and her collapsing to a lifeless heap on the ground. He stalked around the house most of the day, his mind in a sort of daze.

Finally the time reached four in the afternoon and Draco lazily started to get ready for the night’s events. He went to his wardrobe and changed into simple black jeans and a long sleeved, deep green turtleneck and placed his black trainers on his feet. He slicked his hair back stylishly, so that it wasn’t hanging in his eyes but it wasn’t plastered to his head either. It was a style he had picked up during the last year of school and Hermione had always seemed found of it, though she much rather preferred him to leave it hanging so she could run her fingers through it.

Making sure his wand was safely stored in his pocket, he went to his desk to retrieve something from the drawer. With all the events of the past evening, Draco had almost forgotten that it was September 19--Hermione’s birthday and even though they were fighting at the moment, he still wanted to be sure that he gave her the present that he had purchased a few weeks ago when he found out they were expecting. Shoving the small velvet box in his pocket, he glanced at his watch--4:30, and Flooed to Grimmauld Place.

When he arrived at headquarters and saw that only Remus and Bethany were there. He looked around for Hermione, wanting to give her the present and tell her he was sorry. He finally spotted her in the sitting room, fast asleep with her head lying on the arm of the couch and a book laying open in front of her. She looked like an angel to him and he could not believe he had ever been so lucky as to have a woman like her in his life and he was determined not to let her go again.

Hermione awoke with a start, hearing voices in the other part of the house which meant that the other members would be arriving shortly. She stretched her arms over her head, arching her back as she did, and stood up, setting her book down on the coffee table in front of her. As she looked up from the table, she stopped and stared at the person staring back at her. Hermione wasn’t sure if she was ready to face Draco just yet but now that he was here and standing right in front of her in an empty room, she sighed as she knew that she wouldn’t be able to avoid him.

“Draco.” She said, trying to keep her emotions in check.

“Mia.” Draco replied, trying to do the same thing. “Happy birthday by the way.”

He pulled the box from his pocket and stepped forward towards her while Hermione held her breath trying not to jump into his arms and tell him that she was sorry and beg him to let her come home.

He handed the box to her and she looked him in surprise. She hadn’t really expected anything after leaving last night and she was so happy that he even remembered. Hermione carefully opened the black velvet box and gasped at the beautiful silver, diamond, emerald, and ruby bracelet that shone out from the black satin interior of the box. She ran her fingers over the delicate stones gently.

“Oh Draco,” She said quietly, looking up to see Draco’s eyes staring back into hers. “Thank you. It’s beautiful.”

“You’re welcome Mia.” Draco replied, looking away. “So um, how are you? I missed you last night. Our bed was so cold without you in it.” He stared at a spot on the wall.

“I’m alright, I guess…considering.” She answered, also turning away from him. “I missed you too.” She said almost inaudibly.

She walked from the room, clutching the jewelry box, and sat down at the dining room table next to Ron who had just arrived as well. When she sat down, Ron slid her a small, satin gold bag and whispered a small “Happy birthday ‘Mione.” She opened it up and found a delicate gold locket.

She opened the locket and found a picture of Ron on one side of it and a picture of Harry and herself from the New Years Gala, all three of them smiling up at her from the inside of the locket. Closing it again and flipping it over she found a small engraving that said ‘Together Forever’. Her eyes teared up slightly… ‘

‘Together forever’ huh? She thought to herself sadly. Well I’m living proof that nothing last forever anymore.

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