Chapter 10 : Dreaming of You
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I gasped and blinked furiously. His face turned even redder, if possible, under my gaze.
What do I do now? I admit I once loved Ron and I even loved Draco once. But right now, I really don't know. Who's the one for me?
My throat turned dry and I dreaded that he's waiting for my answer. I gave him a wide smile that cleverly disguises my confusion.
"R-Ron, give me some time." And with that, I ran to the prefects' common room as if my life depended on it.
I heaved a sigh of relief. I was so afraid Hermione would accept him when I saw her smile. But on a closer look, her smile seemed a little forced. Whew.
"Hey, Draco." Blaise Zabini said, sitting across me, smiling.
Now there was a girl who knew who was the best among the guys. Total opposites of Hermione, that oblivious nincompoop. (a/n: Sorry, that seemed to be my fav word for these couple of weeks. =X)
I sat by my writing table, flipping through my diary and reading my entries on Ron and Draco. Sighing, I started writing a new entry called -
"Pros and Cons of Ron and Draco"
Yeah, yeah. Stupid, I know. I started with Ron.
Ron - Sweet, Thoughtful, Caring...
Draco - Seriously, I don't know.
Ron - Exaggerates, Tends to think he knows what's right for me
Draco - Sarcastic, Rude, Annoying, Arrogant, Obnoxious...
How could I have been so dumb? Obviously, the perfect choice would be Ron! How could I possibly even THINK about Draco? Correction, Malfoy.
Suddenly, a memory came into mind. The other night when he had hugged me and I rejected him. The night he told me not to call him Malfoy...
The two figures swarmed in front of my eyes. I closed my eyes.
Draco. Ron. Draco. Ron. Draco. Ron. Draco. Ron. Draco. Ron. Draco. Ron.
The moment I reached my room, I jumped into bed, robe and all. What an idiot I've been. Blaise was obviously into me. How could I break her heart? I sighed.
We were snogging in the middle of the Great Hall, when suddenly my mind made her look exactly like Hermione. Don't ask me how. Perhaps I've been thinking about her way too much. And get this - I actually said Hermione's name out loud! Blaise was looking at me in this cheated way and I never thought I would say this but I actually felt bad. I thought I was incapable of feelings like those.
Then again, I thought I was incapable of love. But I fell in love with Hermione, didn't I?
I closed my eyes and slept soundly throughout.
*^* Narrative *^*
Hermione opened her eyes and looked around. Where am I? she thought to herself, feeling strange.
The scenery was so beautiful. Too beautiful, Hermione mused. Too unreal. She walked over to the lake and squatted down next to it, slowing dipping her hand into the water.
"What are you doing here?" a voice asked behind her.
Hermione's head whipped around. Draco.
"What are you doing here?" Hermione asked back, a little much too roughly than she had intended.
Draco shrugged. "I fell asleep and somehow I reached this place." He looked at Hermione closely. "Are you in my dream?" he asked, amazed.
Hermione's eyes widened. She had heard of such cases but had never met someone in a dream before. But how...?
"I'm not in your dream. You're in mine," Hermione said stubbornly.
Draco smiled. Hermione thought she would never see his smile again. But there it was. It made him look so... charming.
Hermione turned away from him and started to dip her hand into the lake. Before she knew what had happened, Draco snatched her hand up.
"You don't know what's in there," he warned, looking seriously worried.
Hermione was touched. Sure, Ron would have done such a thing for her too. But somehow, Draco made it more special.
Draco looked at her, his hand still clutching hers.
"Draco, you're hurting me," she whispered.
Draco apologised immediately and relaxed his grip around her hand. It made Hermione really glad that he didn't let it go.
"Hermione... I was just a jealous freak. I'm sor-"
I woke up, beads of perspiration visible on my forehead. What... what actually happened?
My heart thumping, I thought to myself that the dream seemed so real. Maybe too real. Could Draco really be there...?
I shook my head vigorously. It's only afternoon. He can't be asleep now, I told myself, my good mood evaporating. It was then I realised that I fell asleep in the middle of a diary entry. I sighed and tore the page out, knowing I can't just judge them by their pros and cons.
My hand was griping on air. Hermione had disappeared.
I woke up just then, my heart nearly jumping out of my ribcage. I had been with Hermione! I got excited, then thought to myself.
How could she be in my dream? Why her? She can't possibly be asleep in the middle of mid-day, could she?
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