Author's Notes: Written for Forum Birthday Challenge #12 on xoxLewrahxox's Bellatrix Lestrange: The Dark Lord's Most Faithful forum.
Write a drabble using overly flowery language
Draco was plagued by dreams that trod the line between beautiful and nightmarish. He tossed and turned amongst his silken sheets as his mind reeled with images. Himself, killing Dumbledore, himself, lauded as the greatest Death Eater, the adoration of the other Death Eaters, himself in the arms of Luna Lovegood–
That woke him, and he shuddered as he lay in his bed, eyes fixed upon the ceiling. Other aspects of his dream, he understood, but… Luna Lovegood? Why should she merit an appearance in his dream?
It frightened him nearly as terribly as the dreams pertaining to being a Death Eater.