DISCLAIMER: Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling. This fiction is purely for my own enjoyment and yours. No money is being made by me or anyone else from this fiction.
Author Note: At long last, I have begun the sequel to my story "Asphodel." I'm sorry to keep you all waiting so long! I have received loads of support and compliments for Asphodel, and I've made a number of new friends through the reviews. This story will not be long, but I hope it will serve as a satisfying afterward to my last story! Without further ado, please read and enjoy!
Hermione didn't want to sleep. "I've slept for two weeks," she argued when her roommates, Parvati and Lavender urged her to go to bed. "I've only just woken up this morning. I don't want to sleep anymore."
"That doesn't mean you don't need to," argued Parvati in what she thought was a reasonable tone.
Hermione shook her head. They don't understand. I can't go back to sleep. What if I dream about Draco again? What if I dream with Draco again? Hermione shook her head. Her rational mind was telling her she was being ridiculous, that her connection with Draco was broken after the effects of the potion had worn off, but her heart was telling her something else.
All her thoughts about Draco were confused now. And the worst bit is I actually WANT to dream about him…and our kisses. Hermione dragged her hands down her face. Harry and Ron would never understand. She felt a twinge in her stomach when she thought of Ron. It felt rather like betrayal. "I've got loads of homework to catch up on," she said finally.
Both Parvati and Lavender sighed dramatically and shrugged their shoulders in defeat. "We'll leave you to it then…unless you want to talk about your dream," Lavender said coyly, a look of bright interest on her face. Hermione felt a sinking in her stomach. This is not good.
"Oh yes, if you're not going to sleep, why not tell us what you dreamed about? It must have been good, since you and Malfoy didn't wake up for so long," Parvati said eagerly, sitting up on her bed in rapt attention.
Hermione looked nervously between Parvati and Lavender. She wasn't ready to tell anyone about her dream yet, but she also didn't want people gossiping about it if she didn't say anything. And knowing these two, they would spread some kind of rumor depending on what she did or didn't tell them. She cast her thoughts about wildly, trying to think of something to say. Naturally her know-it-all-self kicked in to correct them. "What I dreamt about had nothing whatsoever to do with how long I was sleep," she said in her teaching voice, which was usually reserved for Harry and Ron. "Draco and I simply got hit with the heaviest dose of potion."
Hermione knew she had said something wrong the moment the words left her mouth. Parvati and Lavender picked it up at once. "Since when do you call him Draco?" Lavender asked.
Hermione frowned. "It's his name isn't it? I can call the ferret whatever I want," she said defensively. Oh Merlin, how could I have slipped up like that so easily?
Lavender frowned in return. "Right," she said suspiciously. Internally Hermione cursed herself. Lavender may not be the brightest crayon in the box, but she certainly understood social cues! I've got to be more careful.
"Yes, well, whatever. You were still out the longest," Parvati said, wanting to move on. "Were you dreaming the whole time?"
Finally, a safe question. "Yes," said Hermione. Then, since she knew they wouldn't rest until they had rung every little detail out of her, she added, "Though it didn't feel very long to me. I only spent about two days in my dream world."
"So? What happened?" Parvati pressed.
Hermione pursed her lips. Okay, quick thinking here, Hermione. Why not the truth? Well, not all of the truth, but some of it can't hurt… She took a deep breath. "I dreamt that the War with You-Know-Who was finally over. I was graduated from Hogwarts and living out in the world on my own. And I was a famous author of mystery novels, of all things, though I did have some academic works too. I was shopping in Diagon Alley and people stopped me in the street to ask about my new book. It was strange, because at first I didn't know what was going on," Hermione said, feeling more confident as she went on. She wasn't exactly telling any lies, just omitting a few details.
Lavender and Parvati rolled their eyes. "You would dream about books," Lavender said. "But being famous isn't so bad. At least you weren't like Pansy-she dreamt that she was a famous supermodel for Witch Weekly, and you should have heard her going on when she woke up. I was there, having just woken up from my own dream and it took Pansy ages to fully wake up. She kept yelling for her assistant Pierre, whoever that was, and screaming at Madame Pomfrey." She looked her at Parvati. "What was it she said?"
Parvati stood up and mimed fanning her face with her hand. "I'm Pansy Parkinson and I will not be treated this way! Where are my silks? I specifically asked for silk sheets! And where the bloody hell am I? I am supposed to be in Paris in an hour! If I am late I'll have you all fired and blacklisted for the rest of your miserable, ugly lives!" she shrieked in a high-pitched voice. Both she and Lavender collapsed into giggles.
Hermione gave a small smile. She thought about the Pansy in her dream world. Draco had been shocked to find her cooking the muggle way and saying nice things about the resident know-it-all. Hermione laughed. She knew which Pansy she preferred.
As their laughter died down, Parvati launched back into their interrogation. "So, is that it? Weren't you married? Or at least, did you have a boyfriend?"
Hermione froze. "I-I was, I was…" What can I say? "I was married," she blurted out. Stupid, stupid, stupid, Hermione!
Both Lavender and Parvati gasped and leaned forward eagerly. "Really? To who? Was he famous too? Handsome? Someone we know?"
I'm in for it now. "Oh, he was a dream guy," Hermione said, trying to say it casually. "Um, yeah, he was pretty well known, very rich, and um…really handsome." She trailed off. She thought about Draco and their date, how gentlemanly he was, and their daughters. Her hands went to her stomach for a moment as she thought about their baby. Sure, it had been a horrible shock to wake up married to Draco Malfoy, but really, she couldn't have asked for a better life. Hermione turned and smiled at Lavender and Parvati. "He was perfect," she said.
Draco didn't want to sleep. "I'm not bloody tired," he snapped after Crabbe asked him for the tenth time if he was going to go to bed soon. "Just go to bed Crabbe," Draco said angrily. "All I've done for two weeks is sleep and I don't plan on doing any more of it any time soon."
About that time Pansy floated into the common room. "But Draco," she said in a pouty voice, "if you don't go to sleep you'll be too tired to take me to Hogsmeade tomorrow!"
Draco rolled his eyes. Because that would be so tragic, he thought. "Pansy, I thought I told you I wasn't going to Hogsmeade tomorrow. The Professors are having me stay behind and catch up on my homework."
"But Draco," who will I go with?" she whined. Draco rubbed his temples. Suddenly he remembered Dream-Pansy, who was all smiles and hard work. Right now, he would prefer that Pansy. Then an idea struck him.
"Go with Nott," Draco said, feeling pleased with himself. It worked in the dream, why not in the real world? Besides, if Pansy and Nott could work, maybe there was a chance other parts of his dream could work… Draco shook his head. What am I thinking?
"Theodore?" asked Pansy doubtfully.
"Yes. You'll have just as much fun with him as me. Go," Draco said, thoroughly annoyed by everyone, especially Pansy at the moment. He had important things to think about. He didn't bother hiding his sigh of relief when Pansy turned and flounced away. What on earth ever possessed me into thinking going out with her was a good idea?
"So, you heading up to the dorm soon?" asked Crabbe.
Draco took a breath. "Crabbe, if you ask me that again I swear I will hex you into next week. No, I will not be coming up to the dorm any time soon. Now get out!"
Crabbe grunted and left, mumbling something under his breath. Draco threw a stinging hex his way and smirked as it hit his left elbow. Crabbe turned around and glared, but didn't say anything when he saw Draco twirling his wand in his hand. Draco chuckled. I've still got it.
His smirk faded as he was left to continue his thoughts, the thoughts that were keeping him awake. He couldn't go to sleep. What if he dreamed about her again? What if he fell right back into that happy little world? What if he wanted to?
The echoes of his dream-daughters' laughter haunted his memory for a moment and he allowed himself a small smile. How nice it would be to have a Malfoy daughter. His mother would certainly love it. He was so caught up in his musings that he didn't realize Blaise had joined him by the fire. He didn't notice anything until Blaise cleared his throat and said, "So Draco, what dream had you so enraptured that you had to miss two weeks of class for it?"
Draco jumped. "Shut up Blaise, you know it wasn't like that."
Blaise chuckled. "No need to get defensive. So, who was she?"
Draco was shocked. How can he know? "What?"
Blaise smiled again. "Don't try to deny it. You dreamed about a girl. Why else would you be moping about? So, who was she?" Blaise raised an eyebrow and looked conspiratorially at Draco. He knew he had him cornered.
Draco swallowed. "No one of importance," she said coolly.
Blaise rolled his eyes. "Come on, mate, whoever she was, I can tell she was good, so just fess up already. Come on, share!" he insisted.
Draco glared at him and muttered under his breath. What can it hurt? No one says I have to tell the whole truth. "I dreamed I was finished with Hogwarts and I was married," he said loftily. He decided to leave out any mention of the War or his father. Best not get political. You never know how that might be used against me later.
Blaise threw him a look. "A bit more than that, mate," he said sarcastically. "You trying to tell me you spent two weeks a homebody with a pretty wife?" Draco raised an eyebrow. So what if I did? Suddenly Blaise smiled. "Unless it was the honeymoon," he said, waggling his eyebrows.
Draco scowled. "Get your mind out of the gutter, Blaise." Not that I would have minded a honeymoon—wait, a honeymoon with Hermione? Get a grip Draco!
Blaise laughed. "Fine then, if you weren't locked in the bedroom, what were you doing?"
Draco shrugged. He thought about the past two days, or weeks, as he found out today. He thought about their picnic and the Ministry dinner. "We ate fine meals, went to parties, and otherwise enjoyed living on the top. Nothing much different than I do now."
Blaise snorted. "Except this time you had a pretty girl on your arm. A wife. What was she like? Anyone we know?"
A smile played about Draco's lips. Wouldn't you like to know. And there's no reason why I shouldn't elaborate. "She was gorgeous. Smart and funny too." His smile grew as he thought about how Hermione had paraded around the Manor like she owned it, which he guessed, she sort of had. His eyes gleamed and he gave Blaise his signature smirk. "And she was every inch a Malfoy."