Chapter 12

The next morning Hermione woke up in Draco's guest bedroom feeling extremely rested. She got dressed and went down the stairs to find Draco in the kitchen cooking breakfast. She was about to tell him that he didn't need to cook breakfast for her when she realised that he was wearing nothing but a pair of black, silk boxer shorts.

"What are you doing!" she asked, trying to cover her eyes as he turned around.

"Making breakfast," he answered. "Why are you covering your eyes, are you still mad at me?"

"Mad at you? What are you talking about?"

"Last night, you blew up at me?" he said with a questioning tone. "Told me I was working too much and that I was never home when you needed me to be? You then proceeded to go and sleep in the guest room? Ringing any bells?"

Not at all, Hermione thought, realising that this was a dream. How weird was that? She was staying in Draco's house, in his guest room and then she has a dream that she is in Draco's house, sleeping in his guest room? It was too much for her to wrap her head around this early in the morning.

"Sorry," she said. "I overreacted, I'm not mad anymore."

"Good," he said, turning back to the eggs on the stove. "How is Diana this morning?"

"Oh no," Hermione said, standing up. "I didn't check on her before I came down!"

"Check on her?" Draco asked, turning around with a spatula in his hand. "You can do that while she's in there?" he waved the spatula in the general direction of her stomach.

"Oh right," Hermione said, realizing that she must be early on in her pregnancy in this dream.

"Well, it's good that you're not mad anymore, but I took the day off work to try and make it up to you. What am I supposed to do now?" he asked.

"Oh, you can keep trying to make it up to me," Hermione said, thinking of a hot breakfast. "I won't mind."

"Oh really?" he said, arching an eyebrow at her, clearly thinking of something more than breakfast. "What did you have in mind?"

Oh shit, Hermione thought. Before she had known that Draco was having the dreams too, she had gone along with everything in them. Now that she knew he was having them, even if he wasn't lucid in them, she would have to be more careful about what she did. She certainly couldn't have sex with him, he would wake up knowing that she had done it in the dream while she was aware of what was happening! Technically they had already had sex…Oh Merlin, this was too much.

"Uh, maybe you should get dressed!" she said, walking towards him. "I'll finish breakfast."

"What, you don't like what you see here? I'm offended!" he pretended to pout as he gestured to himself with the spatula. Hermione tried not to stare at his muscled chest as he dropped a piece of scrambled egg on himself. "Besides, the eggs are ready! Let's eat, and then I'll decide which of us is going to be dressed or undressed."

Merlin, Hermione thought again, she wasn't used to this kind of conversation. Ron was more of a 'let's just have sex' kind of guy and wasn't much for sexy banter over breakfast. As Draco leaned over to turn off the stove, Hermione tried to stop herself from looking at his behind. She was not successful. She did manage to lift her eyes slightly just in time for him to turn around. This didn't help, now she found herself staring at his crotch.

She felt her face turning red as Draco placed a plate of eggs and bacon in front of her. Stop it Hermione, she scolded herself, it's just a dream, you'll wake up soon. She certainly hoped so anyway. She wasn't sure how much longer she could do this.

"What's wrong?" he asked. "Aren't you hungry?"

"Oh yes, of course," she said, starting to eat.

Draco was still staring at her quizzically. "Are you sure you're not still mad? We can talk about it if you want."

"No, I'm sure I told you how I felt last night," she said.

"You sure did," he said with a grin.

"I'm just stressed out," she said finally. She needed to turn his thoughts away from sex before she got herself into trouble.

"Hmm, maybe I can help," he said, pushing his plate back and standing up.

"What?" she said, alarmed. "No, it's alright!"

"No really, I don't mind," he said, coming to stand behind her.

Hermione was about to stand up and say she just needed to go for a walk outside when she felt his hands start to massage her shoulders. Oh, she thought, that felt good. His touch was gentle enough that it didn't hurt, but strong enough that she could feel the muscles in her neck losing their tension. This is ok, she thought, a massage doesn't have to lead to sex. As soon as this thought had entered her head, she felt his fingers at the bottom of her T-shirt.

"What are you doing?" she blurted out, turning around to face him.

"I can do this better if you don't have your shirt on," he said, pulling on her T-shirt again.

"No, no, this is fine," she said, holding the sides of her T-shirt.

"Are you sure you're not mad Hermione? You're acting awfully strange. Just let me ease that tension in your neck."

This time when he went for her T-shirt, she allowed it, it was easier than arguing with a man so determined to please. So now she was sitting in her bra in Draco's kitchen eating bacon and eggs while he massaged her shoulders. This was fine, she thought, as long as we don't have sex, I can face Draco in the morning. She went back to eating her scrambled eggs.

She nearly choked when Draco bent down and placed a soft kiss at the top of her spine. She swallowed her food quickly and sat frozen as Draco trailed a string of such kisses down the back of her neck and across her shoulders. This is wrong, she thought, I shouldn't be doing this. Hermione realised now that she had let this go too far and she didn't know how to get out of this situation. At this point, she wasn't sure that she wanted to.

By the time Draco reached for the clasp of her bra, Hermione was so hot from his ministrations, that she knew she had to stop him before she couldn't anymore. She had completely abandoned her plate of food and had closed her eyes. She was taking deep breaths, trying to calm herself down enough to get him to stop before she humiliated herself. He raised her arms gently and pulled her bra off, leaving her half naked and helpless to stop it.

He used his left hand to lift her hair and continued to kiss her neck. His right arm snaked around her body to her breast. His delicate fingers tweaked her nipple and she couldn't help the small moan that escaped her lips. She leaned into his touch, she wanted more. She knew that she would regret this when she woke up, but at that moment, she didn't care, she just wanted more of him.

She felt him turn her chair around and she knew that she should be embarrassed of him seeing her naked chest, but she wasn't, she was beyond caring. He leaned towards her and she knew he was going to kiss her. She lifted her head up, she wanted it. After what felt like an eternity, his mouth found hers. She kissed him back with a frantic impatience, tangling her fingers through his hair.

He now had both hands on her breasts and the moans coming from her mouth were constant and beyond her ability to control. Daggers of pleasure shot from his lips to hers, his hands to her breasts, right down to her centre. She knew that it would not be much longer before she came.

Suddenly, Hermione felt that now familiar feeling of being pulled backwards. It was not a gentle feeling and she felt as if she had been slammed back into her bed when it was over. She let out another moan into her pillow, realising what had just happened. She snaked a hand below her to feel how wet she was from the dream. All it took was a slight brush of her fingers to send her over the edge. She bit into her pillow, trying to keep herself quiet all the while praying that Draco was sleeping across the hall and having dreams that were completely his own.


Draco woke to the sound of a muffled cry. For an instant he thought it was Diana and he started to get out bed. A moment later he remembered his dream and realised that it was Hermione. Bloody hell, he thought to himself as he remembered, with embarrassment, what his dream self had done. Poor Hermione, he thought. She had been trying to fight him and his dream self had just kept going.

She did seem to enjoy it, a small voice in his head said and Draco couldn't help but smirk. Hermione had been fully aware of what had happened in the dream and while she did fight it, in the end she had succumbed to his desires. He knew that she would be mortified and decided not to bring the dream up unless she did.

With a groan, Draco swung his legs over the side of the bed and rose to get dressed quickly. He needed to get to the Ministry to speak with Potter. As soon as he was dressed, he quietly opened the door to Diana's nursery. The baby was sleeping soundly in her crib, the mobile spinning magically above her. Draco leaned down to kiss her downy head before leaving the room and walking quietly down the stairs to the fireplace.

The Ministry was quiet once again as Draco stepped out of the fireplace. As he was checking in his wand, he hoped that Potter would be at work this early in the morning. He hadn't looked at the time before he had left the house, but he guessed that it was only about seven in the morning.

When Draco stepped into the Auror's office, he was glad to see a few people milling around. He would have hated to have to wait in their empty office for someone to show up. He was not as glad to see the figure currently walking towards.

"What are you doing here today Malfoy?" Weasley asked.

"I was hoping to talk to Potter about the trial, is he in yet?" Draco asked.

"Yeah, he's in the back," Weasley said, jabbing a finger behind him.

Draco thanked him and started to walk by the desks towards Potter's. As the Head Auror, he had his own private office behind all of the other cubicles. Normally, Draco would have looked around at the pictures of wanted witches and wizards or talked to people on his way by, today he had too much on his mind. Seeing Weasley made him wonder again what would happen when Ron found out where exactly Hermione was staying and whose child Diana was. He wasn't sure how much longer he would be warmly welcomed in this department.

"Malfoy, I'm assuming you want to talk about the trial?" Potter said when Draco reached his office door.

"What else," Draco said with a sigh.

"Come in and shut the door," Potter said, nodding at him.

Draco had been in Harry Potter's office many times over the last few years, it was large and many group meetings had been held inside it. Today it was empty but for Potter and the pictures of his wife and kids.

"What the fuck?" Draco said, flopping into a chair.

"I've been saying that since yesterday morning," Potter said.

"Do you know who all of those people on the Wizengamot are?" Draco asked.

"Probably not as well as you do, but I know who most of them are," Potter said with a sigh. Draco knew that his comment was not meant to be a barb at him.

"How did all of those people get elected to the Wizengamot?" Draco asked. "I don't understand how all of these people are connected like that would ever even be eligible to be on the bench, let alone have people vote for them."

"I've been trying to figure that out myself," Potter said. "It seems to have all been done behind closed doors. As you know, a council of ministry officials and retired members select who is on the Wizengamot. Trouble is, I can't seem to find the records of who was on that council at the time."

"What?" This peaked Draco's attention. As Head Auror, Potter should have access to just about ever file and record in the Ministry, even many of the restricted ones. "How is that possible?"

"The only explanation I can come up with is that those records must have been destroyed at some point," Potter said, shaking his head.

"Doesn't that sound familiar," Draco said bitterly.

"I can't believe how that trial went down. It should have been a done deal, the way you had everything set up, it was perfect."

"Well, thanks for saying so, I spent the last year working on that trial and it was all for nothing."

"Not for nothing," Potter said, shaking his head. "Something is going to come of this. We just have to figure out what that something is going to be."

"If the Wizengamot is corrupt…" Draco let his sentence trail off.

"I know," Potter said seriously. "I know."


Hermione had wanted to venture into Draco's library to see if all of those books about dreams were actually there or not, but she decided to wait until Draco got back from work to start their research. That was why she was here after all, research. She decided, instead, to spend the afternoon in the beautiful nursery with Diana. She quickly finished her work for Warn and then went right into the nursery.

She still couldn't believe that Draco had put all of this together for their daughter overnight. It had shocked her in the dream how wonderful it was and they had been married! Their daughter lay sleeping peacefully in the beautiful pink and black crib, Hermione wanted to play with her, but didn't want to wake her. Their daughter, Hermione was coming to enjoy the way that sounded in a way she never had with Ron. In truth, she thought now that she had known all along that Diana wasn't Ron's.

While she waited for Diana to get hungry and wake up, she started to look around the room more closely. In the dresser were all of the clothes that she had brought with Diana along with even more neatly folded baby clothes that Draco must have bought. She noticed with a smile that same vacuum garbage for the diapers that she had noticed in the dream. She sat down in the seating area and wondered how her life had come to this point. Even if nothing more ever came between her and Draco, she couldn't remember being happier than she was at this moment.

Hermione must have fallen asleep because hours later she was woken by a gentle touch on her shoulder. She opened her eyes to see Draco standing in front of her holding Diana, who was now awake.

"Sorry to wake you, I think she's hungry," Draco said.

"Oh Sweet Merlin," Hermione said, taking the baby from him. "Is this another dream or not?"

"No, it's not a dream," Draco said with a chuckle.

"Like you would know if it was," she mumbled.

"What was that?" Draco asked with a smirk.

"Nothing," Hermione sighed, placing a blanket over her shoulder so that she could feed Diana privately. Not that Draco hadn't seen it all this morning anyway… "Bloody hell, I might as well just ask. Did you have one of the dreams last night?"

"Why yes, yes I did," Draco said, still smirking at her.

"Quit smirking at me you bastard!" Hermione tried to be angry but found herself laughing. "It's not funny!"

"Oh no? Then why are you laughing?" Draco said with a grin.

"I'm not," she said and stopped. "We need to get down to business."

"You moved in yesterday and you already want to do that?" Draco said, raising an eyebrow at her. He looked so much like he had in her last dream that she had to suppress the shudder that ran through her body.

"Jeez, is that all you think about?" she asked. "I meant that we needed to get down the business of these dreams!"

"I fail to see the difference in what we're talking about."

"Draco!" she cried.

"Alright, alright, I'm kidding. Where do we start?"


I know a lot of you guys are sick of the trial business. It is a subplot that I've added into the story to try and give it more substance, rather than just being a bunch of romantic fluff, I hope you can accept that and learn to love it!

That being said, I hope that I gave you more of what you wanted in this chapter :)