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Somnium Memor	By : marieriddle20 Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 41509 -:- Recommendations : 7 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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A/N: Just found out I won’t have access to the internet from tomorrow through Sunday, so I figured everyone would rather an early chapter then a late chapter. Chapter 24 will be up June 26 or 27. Once again this dream is a chapter from Deathly Hallows, chapter 23 Malfoy Manor (yes the same chapter my story is on, funny how that worked) It will have more changes than the last one, considering we will see this from Hermione’s POV, and she never went to the dungeons with Ron and Harry. Starts on page 457.
Hermione woke up suddenly confused about where she was. She wasn’t sure how she got into a real bed and not the cot from the tent. She looked around and saw her wand was on the dresser next to the bed. She quickly grabbed it, but paused when she saw a picture on the table.
The photo was of her in white dress. A traditional, muggle, white, wedding gown to be exact. Harry and Draco were on either side of her in green, elegant, dress robes. This was a wedding photo, her wedding photo.
Suddenly she remembered her situation. She was home at Potter Manor, she was thirty years old not 18 and in a tent. This picture wasn’t here when she fell asleep though.
Suddenly the door opened and Draco walked in. He smiled when he saw her up.
‘Hey, you’re up,’ Draco said as he walked over to her.
He leaned down and gave her a quick kiss.
‘Where did this picture come from?’ Hermione asked, pointing at the wedding photo.
‘It’s our wedding photo,’ Draco answered, as he sat next to her on the bed.
‘I figured that out, I mean it wasn’t here when I fell asleep,’ she explained.
‘Oh, well now that you know about us and the children, we have asked the house elves to put up all the photos that were taken down when we found out about the memory loss.’
‘Oh, I can’t wait to see them.’
‘I’ll take you around to look at them when you want. For now, would you like to get something to eat?’
‘I’m not really hungry, but I guess I should eat something.’She responded, and put a hand on her stomach.
‘The baby is fine, I just did a nutrient spell on you a few hours ago. If you’re not hungry, you don’t have to eat.’
‘Alright, maybe a shower then. I’m still very tired and I would like a good shower before I sleep another twelve hours.’ She smiled at him, ‘Join me?’
‘Of course,’ he said with a smirk.
He stood and held out a hand to her. She took it, and he pulled her towards him and kissed her deeply. Not breaking the kiss, Draco backed her toward the bathroom. They discarded their clothes as they went. Once in the bathroom, Draco went to turn the water on in their shower.
The shower was large and had two spouts, both of which Draco turned on. Draco stepped into the shower and Hermione followed, closing the glass shower door behind her.
Quickly, Draco grabbed Hermione, picked her up, shoved her against the wall and kissed her passionately. His tongue forcing dominance, her legs wrapped tightly around him. Draco used his body and the wall to hold Hermione up leaving his hands free to travel all over her body. He had a hand in her hair and another sliding down the side of her wet body. She moved her lips to his neck, leaving her mark on him.
He moved his hands to grip hard on her thighs and he pushed to rub his hard cock against her core, but not entering her, yet. She gasped and he used the moment to kiss her lips then he traveled to her neck. Hermione’s moaned and pushed his head against her neck.
Hermione unhooked her legs from his waist and brought her legs down. They stood there for a moment, then she ran her hands over his now wet body. He cupped her breasts, kissing and sucking each nipple causing Hermione to throw her head back with a low moan. He went to his knees and kissed her stomach and licked her navel. He licked just above the hairline, making her moan and push his head further down.
Draco gave a slow, long lick to her folds.
‘Fuck,’ Hermione cursed at the sensation, spreading her legs more and leaning against the cold shower wall for support.
He continued to give long, slow licks, knowing it was driving her crazy.
‘Draco, pleaseee,’ Hermione begged.
He slipped his tongue as deep into her as he could from this angle.
‘Yes, YES.’
Draco slid two fingers into her as he sucked on her clit. He quickly pumped his fingers in and out.
She moaned loudly as she rode out her orgasm on his hand. As she finished she slid down the wall, sitting in front of Draco.
Draco leaned forward and kissed her. She kissed him back as her hand reached out for his hard, leaking cock.
She wrapped her soft hand around his cock, and started pumping slowly, making Draco grunt loudly.
‘I love you,’ Hermione said, kissing him again.
‘I love…too,’ Draco, trying to respond, but finding it difficult to while Hermione was moving her hand on his shaft.
Hermione smiled at his reaction, then moved so she could easily lean down and engulf him. She loved they had such a large shower, she wondered if the ground was purposely this soft because they did things like this often. She got rid of that thought to concentrate on Draco.
She licked around the tip and slit tasting him. Her hand purposely moved agonizingly slow.
‘Fuckkkk, Mioneeeee’
She smirked at him, and again engulfed him, using her hand and her mouth to pump him, suddenly much faster. This quick change of pace took him by surprise and he wasn’t ready to cum yet. He gently stopped her and pushed her back. She landed on the floor with a splash, he crawled on top of her and pushed himself against her.
She immediately wrapped her legs around him, he kissed her madly while grabbing her arms and pinning them above her head.
She moaned and arched into him. With one hand he held both her hands and explored her amazing slippery body. His hand slides over her stomach, over her curls and into her folds. She bucked her hips, loving the closeness. He delved his fingers deeper into her, she moaned loudly and pushed against his hand, he smirked. He pushed into her, the finger curving a little hitting her G-Spot. Her head was thrashing side to side, water going everywhere.
‘Fuck me Draco!’ she cried.
‘As you wish,’ he said with a smirk and he lined himself up at her entrance, still holding onto her arms.
Hermione biting her lip in anticipation and relief. But he didn’t want to fuck her yet, he was having fun teasing her. He rubbed his cock through her folds, slowly.
‘Oh yes’ she moaned, she arched trying to get his cock inside her, but he wouldn’t let himself enter her yet.
He slightly put himself inside her, and she tried to push him further in but couldn’t move any lower and he pulled out again, rubbing through her folds again. Then he moved inside her a little deeper now, but pulled out again.
”Draccccoooo!” she cried, she hated and loved the teasing.
She couldn’t decide if she wanted him to keep doing this or just fuck her into the ground. Draco knew he wouldn’t last much longer and he surprised her by suddenly filling her.
‘FUCK!’ she screamed and wrapped her legs tightly around him.
After all the teasing, it wasn’t going to take long for either of them. He pushed in and out of her quickly, trying to stay aware of her stomach, not wanting to put too much pressure on the baby.
Hermione could tell he was holding back, and she knew why, but she needed more. She pushed him over and he held her hips as they rolled, putting Hermione on top of him.
She glided him back into her, and rocked on him. Draco gritted his teeth, grabbed her hips and fiercely pushed deep into her. Hermione cried out, she was about to cum. Her body was tensing around him, and he continued to push up into her. Together, they climaxed, both screaming the other's name in ecstasy.
Hermione laid on top of Draco, both trying to catch their breath. They eventually were able to stand up and shower.
‘You wore me out,’ Hermione said to Draco as she used a drying spell on herself
‘You returned the favor, you want to lay down for a bit.’
‘I swear I only wake up for food and sex,’ Hermione said, smiling at him.
‘Sounds like a good time,’ Draco said with a smirk.
She smiled and kissed him. They both decided not to put any clothes on as they headed to bed. Draco laid near the center of the bed and Hermione cuddled up to him, laying her head on his chest. He wrapped an arm around her.
‘Draco...’
‘Yes?’
‘Where’s Harry?’ she asked.
‘He was called to work earlier, I’m sure he’ll be here when you wake.’ Draco answered, kissing the top of her head.
‘Okay,’ she said, tiredly.
It didn’t take long for both of them to fall asleep.
~*~’Follow me,’ said Narcissa, leading the way across the hall. ‘My son, Draco, is home for his Easter holidays. If that is Harry Potter, he will know.’
Harry and Hermione looked at each other, they were about to see Draco. This was it, this was probably to worse way they could have found out, but it couldn’t be helped they would know any moment.
The drawing room dazzled after the darkness outside; Hermione looked around, stunned at the beauty of the place. A crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, more portraits against the dark purple walls. Two figures rose from chairs in front of an ornate marble fireplace as the prisoners were forced into the room by the Snatchers.
‘What is this?’ She heard Lucius ask, and she looked his direction.
Draco was standing next to him, his eyes wide. She couldn’t tell if he recognized Harry yet, but it was clear he recognized her. He quickly changed his face to a more neutral face.

‘They say they’ve got Potter,’ said Narcissa’s cold voice. ‘Draco, come here.’
Greyback forced the prisoners to turn again so as to place Harry directly beneath the chandelier.
It happened quite suddenly. Draco only had to take one step closer to them and everything changed. Hermione could feel her heart pounding and her blood was racing. She could feel her magic flowing through her then out of her. A bright blue light appeared, it seemed to be connecting their chest, their hearts. She could feel her magic flowing out of her into the the other two, she feel their magic flowing into her. She couldn’t see anything but Harry and Draco. Harry tied up next her, still bloated from her stinging hex and Draco standing in front of them looking down at the two of them.
                        ‘I don’t know what to do,’ she could hear Draco’s voice in her head.
                        ‘I honestly don’t know either,’ Harry responded.

‘Act normal, we will find a way out of this, but we can’t let them know Draco, you’ll be in too much danger.’ Hermione responded to them both.

‘I can’t let them hurt you two,’ Draco said, seriously.

‘We will figure something out,’ Hermione said, leaving no room for argument.

‘I love you two,

‘I love you,’ Hermione said.

‘I love you as well,’ Harry said.

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‘Well, boy?’ rasped the werewolf.
As suddenly as the light appeared it was gone. Hermione glanced around at some of the others in the room, they were all looking at Draco, expectantly, but they didn’t see to realize what had happen.
Draco took a step closer to Harry, Hermione watched them.
‘Well, Draco?’ said Lucius Malfoy. He sounded avid. ‘Is it? Is it Harry Potter?’
‘I can’t – I can’t be sure,’ said Draco. He was keeping his distance from Greyback.
‘But look at him carefully, look! Come closer!’ Lucius said, excitedly.
‘Draco, if we are the ones who hand Potter over to the Dark Lord, everything will be forgiv -’
‘Now, we won’t be forgetting who actually caught him, I hope Mr. Malfoy?’ said Greyback menacingly.
‘Of course not, of course not!’ said Lucius impatiently. He approached Harry himself.
‘What did you do to him?’ Lucius asked Greyback. ‘How did he get into this state?’
‘That wasn’t us.’
‘Looks more like a Stinging Jinx to me,’ said Lucius.
His gray eyes raked Harry’s forehead.
‘There’s something there,’ he whispered. ‘it could be the scar, stretched tight. . . .Draco, come here, look properly! What do you think?’
Draco leaned in front of Harry, he did a quick glance at Hermione before looking right at Harry, Hermione knew their time was running out, Draco needed to admit it was them, but they were not ready to face Voldemort yet. She could not think of a way out of this.
‘I don’t know, he said, and he got up and walked away toward the fireplace where his mother stood watching.
‘We had better be certain, Lucius,’ Narcissa called to her husband in her cold,clear voice. ‘Completely sure that it is Potter, before we summon the Dark Lord . . . They say this is his’ – she was looking closely at the blackthorn wand – ‘but it does not resemble Ollivander’s description. . . . If we are mistaken, if we call the Dark Lord here for nothing . . . Remember what he did to Rowle and Dolohov?’
‘What about the Mudblood, then?’ growled Greyback. Harry was nearly thrown off his feet as the Snatchers forced the prisoners to swivel around again, so that the light fell on Hermione instead. Hermione thought she should have altered all their appearances, and they should have been doing so all the time.
‘Wait,’ said Narcissa sharply. ‘Yes – yes, she was in Madam Malkin’s with Potter! I saw her picture in the Prophet! Look, Draco, isn’t it the Granger girl?’
‘I . . . maybe . . . yeah.’
Hermione worried for Draco, he wouldn’t commit to anything and it would look suspicious. She tried to talk inside his head again, but it wasn’t working. She knew they would learn to control it with time, if they lived through this. It was one of the aspects of the bond, they had access to each others thoughts and they would always be able to find each other.
‘But then, that’s the Weasley boy!’ shouted Lucius, striding around the bound prisoners to face Ron. ‘It’s them, Potter’s friends – Draco, look at him, isn’t it Arthur Weasley’s son, what’s his name – ?’
‘Yeah,’ said Draco again, his back to the prisoners. ‘It could be.’
The drawing room door opened and a woman’s walked in.
‘What is this? What’s happened, Cissy?’
Bellatrix Lestrange walked slowly around the prisoners, and stopped on Harry’s right, staring at Hermione through her heavily lidded eyes,
‘But surely,’ she said quietly, ‘this is the Mudblood girl? This is Granger?’
‘Yes, yes, it’s Granger!’ cried Lucius, ‘And beside her, we think, Potter! Potter and his friends, caught at last!’
‘Potter?’ shrieked Bellatrix, and she backed away, the better to take in Harry.
‘Are you sure? Well then, the Dark Lord must be informed at once!’ She dragged back her left sleeve: Hermione saw the Dark Mark burned into the flesh of her arm, and knew that she was about to touch it.
‘I was about to call him!’ said Lucius, and his hand actually closed upon Bellatrix’s wrist, preventing her from touching the Mark.
Hermione ignored the argument that was happening between Lucius, Bellatrix, and Greyback. She was looking around, for anything to help her. She looked at Draco, who was staring at her, she looked into his eyes.
‘I don’t know what to do,’ Draco said in her head. The connection was back.

‘If they keep fighting, it will give us more time...but we are not ready to face him, yet.’
‘Do any of you have your wands? My mom was right, that was not Harry’s wand.’

‘No, Harry’s wand broke near Christmas. That wand was some snatcher, Ron went against.’

‘Is Harry any better with his wandless magic? He can get you out of the restraints.’

‘No it hasn’t been working well.’

‘Why not?’

‘Well, you know he was always stronger when the three of us were together.’

‘I....I know,’ Hermione could hear the break in his thoughts. ‘But he’s had you.’

‘He ended things with me right after you disappeared, until this is over. It wasn’t right without you.’ She admitted to him.

‘Oh, well, then I need to try to get wands to you.’

‘Only if you don’t get caught.’

‘Hermione, if I can get the wands and we find a way for you to escape, I’m going with you.’

‘Draco, are you sure?’

‘Yes, I belong with you two. I just need to...’
A loud scream broke their connection.
‘STOP!’ shrieked Bellatrix, ‘Do not touch it, we shall all perish if the Dark Lord comes now!’
Lucius froze, his index finger hovering over his own Mark. Hermione could not see what Bellatrix was doing.
‘What is that?’ Bellatrix asked.
‘Sword,’ grunted an out-of-sight Snatcher.
‘Give it to me.’
‘It’s not yours, missus, it’s mine, I reckon I found it.’
There was a bang and a flash of red light; the Snatcher had been Stunned. There was a roar of anger from his fellows: Scabior drew his wand.
‘What d’you think you’re playing at, woman?’
‘Stupefy!’ she screamed, ‘Stupefy!’
It appeared all the snatchers had fallen to the ground, all except Greyback.
“Where did you get this sword?” she whispered to Greyback.
Hermione looked to Draco, again. It was easier this time, but without eye contact, she couldn’t bring Harry into their conversation.

‘We need that sword! It is more important than wands!’ She yelled in Draco’s head.
Draco nodded, but was unable to answer as his Aunt talked to him.
‘Draco, move this scum outside,’ said Bellatrix, indicating the unconscious men.’If you haven’t got the guts to finish them, then leave them in the courtyard for me.’
“Don’t you dare speak to Draco like –“ said Narcissa furiously, but Bellatrix screamed.
‘Be quiet! The situation is graver than you can possibly imagine, Cissy! We have a very serious problem!’
She was quiet for a moment, and Hermione could not see what she was doing but then she started muttering to herself. ‘If it is indeed Potter, he must not be harmed...The Dark Lord wishes to dispose of Potter himself. . . . But if he finds out . . . I must . . . I must know. . . .’
‘The prisoners must be placed in the cellar, while I think what to do!’
‘This is my house, Bella, you don’t give orders in my –’
‘Do it! You have no idea of the danger we’re in!’ shrieked Bellatrix.
‘Take these prisoners down to the cellar, Greyback.’ Narcissa said, coolly.
‘Wait,’ said Bellatrix sharply. ‘All except. . . . except for the Mudblood.’
Greyback gave a grunt of pleasure.
Hermione didn’t know what was going to happen, but she was now worried she would not leave Malfoy Manor. At least Harry and Ron were being be taken somewhere else, maybe they could find a way to escape from them. Harry was the most important of all of them.
‘No!’ shouted Ron. ‘You can have me, keep me!’
Bellatrix hit him across the face: the blow echoed around the room.
‘If she dies under questioning, I’ll take you next,’ she said. ‘Blood traitor is next to Mudblood in my book. Take them downstairs, Greyback, and make sure they are secure, but do nothing more to them – yet.’
She threw Greyback’s wand back to him, then took a short silver knife from under her robes. She cut Hermione free from the other prisoners, then dragged her by the hair into the middle of the room, while Greyback forced the rest of them to shuffle across to another door. They were gone, Hermione was alone in a room of people ready to kill her, except Draco. He was still here, she couldn’t see him, but she could feel his presence, a result of the completed bond.
Bellatrix sat Hermione up, and pointed her wand at her.
‘Now, Mudblood, how did you find that sword?’
Hermione could almost see the fear in the witch’s eye when she asked this. There was a reason why this scared her, but Hermione didn’t have time to think about it. She must have taken too long to answer.
‘CRUCIO!’ Bellatrix screamed.
The pain was worse than anything Hermione could imagine. She fell back and her body jerked in pain. She clenched her teeth, trying not to scream, but she couldn’t help it. As suddenly as it started, it was gone. She could see Draco now. She wished he didn’t have to see her like this. He looked her in the eyes, but she couldn’t concentrate enough to form a connection.
Bellatrix sat on top of her, straddling her. She had one hand roughly in Hermione’s hair, forcing Hermione to look up at the older witch, the other hand was holding a dagger to her throat, pressing against her skin
‘Where did you find it?’ Bellatrix asked in a low growl.
Hermione shook her head no, she needed this to last. The longer she could hold out, the more time she was giving Harry and Ron to escape.
Bellatrix removed her hand from Hermione’s hair, which was when Hermione realized that was the hand holding Bellatrix’s wand.
‘Crucio!’ Bellatrix said, coldly, not removing herself from Hermione.
It lasted longer this time. She couldn’t think, all she knew was pain, and she cried out. The moment it was over, Bellatrix yelled at her again.
‘I’m going to ask you again! Where did you get this sword? Where?’
‘We found it – we found it – PLEASE!’ Hermione screamed at her.
‘Liar, tell me the truth,’ Bellatrix said, has her dagger began to press into Hermione’s forearm.
‘We did find it...in the woods….’ Hermione responded, quietly.
Her throat hurt from screaming, and she could feel blood dripping from her arm. She tried to look away from from Bellatrix, but once again the crazy witch forced her to look up and placed a now bloody dagger back at her throat.
‘You’re lying, filthy Mudblood, and I know it! You have been inside my vault at Gringotts! Tell the truth, tell the truth! Crucio’
Hermione screamed, it was all she could do. She wanted this to end, she wasn’t sure if she meant this torture or her life, but she knew she could not handle it anymore. Then the pain was gone again.
‘What else did you take? What else have you got? Tell me the truth or, I swear, I shall run you through with this knife!’
Hermione didn’t respond, she didn’t know if she could if she knew what to say.Bellatrix began pressing the dagger into her forearm. Hermione looked the opposite way and saw Draco’s pained expression. Their eyes connected, and she felt better the moment the connection happen. Draco was sharing his strength with her, pouring his magic towards her.
                        ‘I don’t know how to stop this.’ Draco pleaded inside her head.
                        ‘We would both be killed if you did,’ Hermione said reasonably.
‘You are so strong, you can do this,’ Draco encouraged her, obviously unsure what else to do.
                        Hermione thoughts were becoming clearer.
                        ‘Why is she so scared about her vault?’ Hermione pondered.
                        ‘Well why did you guys break in there for the sword?’ Draco asked.
                        ‘We didn’t. It appeared to us in a forest.’
                        ‘So it could be a fake,’
                        ‘It’s not, but then what’s in her vault?’
                        ‘I don’t know, but that’s not important, I need to stop this.’

‘I love you,’ Hermione said, trying to allow her emotion flow to him through the bond.
                        ‘Don’t say that, you’re not saying goodbye,’
‘Harry is most important, if you can get him out, you do it, even if you have to leave me.’
‘Crucio!’
The connection was broken before Draco could answer. Hermione screamed in agony, now that the bond was gone, Hermione could feel herself slipping away, but she had to hold on.
‘What else did you take, what else? ANSWER ME! CRUCIO!’
Even if Hermione wanted to answer she couldn’t. The pain was too much. She forgot she had to stay awake, that there was a purpose to stay strong, she just wanted to let the darkness that was edging on her mind to end. She was starting to let it take control, when the pain stopped suddenly.
‘How did you get into my vault?’ she heard Bellatrix scream. She just realized the witch was no longer sitting on top of her. ‘Did that dirty little goblin in the cellar help you?’
‘We only met him tonight!” Hermione answered, knowing her voice was cracked. “We’ve never been inside your vault. . . . It isn’t the real sword! It’s a copy, just a copy!’
It had taken all her strength to say that. She used Draco’s copy theory, it was the only thing she could think of to her get her a moment of rest.
‘A copy?’ screeched Bellatrix. ‘Oh, a likely story!’
‘But we can find out easily!’ came Lucius’s voice. ‘Draco, fetch the goblin, he can tell us whether the sword is real or not!’
Hermione could barely concentrate on what was happening around her. She tried to move, but her muscles didn’t even flinch. She gave up and just laid there. Her eyes were feeling heavy and she let them closed.
Hermione began to become vaguely aware that there was fighting. She thought she heard people casting spells around her, but she couldn’t concentrate. Suddenly she felt herself dragged from the floor.
‘STOP OR SHE DIES!’
It was Bellatrix that had her, and she could feel the blade against her throat. Hermione tried to bring herself to react in anyway, but her whole body was sore and muscles were not listening.
‘Drop your wands,’ she whispered. ‘Drop them, or we’ll see exactly how filthy her blood is!’
There was a pause, and Hermione just heard a multitude of people breathing around her.
‘I said, drop them!’ she screeched, pressing the blade into Hermione’s throat.
‘All right!’ she heard someone, maybe Harry, shout.
‘Good!’ she leered. ‘Draco, pick them up! The Dark Lord is coming, Harry Potter! Your death approaches!’
She couldn’t concentrate on the conversation around her, but she was able to open her eyes slightly. Bellatrix had loosed her grip at some point, as Hermione was still leaning on her but she was facing down, she was looking at Bellatrix’s robe. She could see a strand of Bellatrix’s black curly hair on the witch’s robe, near Hermione’s open hand. Suddenly they were moving and Bellatrix was throwing Hermione away from her with a scream, but not before Hermione was able to clench her hand around the stray hair.
Hermione looked up in time to see the beautiful chandelier falling towards her. She clenched her hand more around the hair and used all her strength to ball up and cover her face. Everything went dark. ~*~
A/N: Thanks Merch for looking over these chapters and fixing them!
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