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Somnium Memor	By : marieriddle20 Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 41509 -:- Recommendations : 7 -:- Currently Reading : 6
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A/N: Hope everyone enjoyed Draco’s dream, he will every at least one more which will have more details in a later chapter. So I’m posting a day early, I am busy tomorrow and I am worried I wouldn’t have time to post, but normally I will post on Saturdays. I have two betas now, and I have written up to chapter 12 now, the plan I have now, will have this as a 20ish chapter story. Thanks to Lou_Malfoy for being a great beta!
Draco woke with a start, jumping out of Harry’s arms. Harry woke up and looked at Draco.

‘Draco, you okay?’ he asked, worried about his husband.

‘Fine, the potion worked; it was so real. Sorry I woke you,’ he said to Harry.

‘It’s okay; I think I just fell asleep.’ He looked at the time. ‘I did, we’ve only been asleep about thirty minutes. That was fast...what was it about?’

‘Well, the potion did what it was supposed to; it showed where my life got on the track it did. I dreamed about when I overheard your conversation with Hermione, and when I started to make my plans to break you two up,’ he explained, ashamed, even though both Hermione and Harry already knew this and didn’t care because it brought the three of them together anyway.

‘That’s where we all got on the track we did, even if Hermione and I didn’t know anything had changed at that time.’ Harry gently kissed Draco, and they went back to sleep.

Meanwhile, Hermione, who had already taken a few naps that day, couldn’t fall asleep. She began looking around the room again; she went through her dresser and closet, just to see if anything would jog her memory. She found a photo of three children with Mr. and Mrs. Weasley; she noticed how much the couple had aged since she last saw them, or at least remembered seeing them.

The oldest child, who looked about seven-years-old, had blond hair and gray eyes, the youngest looked maybe four, and he had brown hair and brown eyes. The middle child had messy black hair and she couldn’t tell his eye color because he was screaming in the photo with his eyes closed, obviously in the middle of a tantrum. Mrs. Weasley appeared to be trying to place the screaming child in her lap, but he was struggling against her. Hermione smiled at the photo; she could tell the screaming child had to be Harry’s son, meaning that was a photo of one of her sons. She stroked the small boy’s face, knowing that he was her son, yet not being able to remember him no matter how hard she tried. She kept trying to close her eyes and picture the young boy calling her mum, but she just couldn’t see it. Frustrated, she decided to study the other boys in the picture hoping they would jar her memory instead. The youngest boy’s brown hair was short, but a little curly; he must be another son of theirs.

There was no doubt in her mind who the blond haired boy belonged to; he looked so much like Draco and Lucius that the child could never be denied in the Malfoy family. This made her wonder, as Draco’s son sat in Mr. Weasley’s lap, and Mr. Weasley was hugging him close. How close had Draco become in their lives? Did the Weasleys accept Draco as one of their children, like they had with Harry and herself? She wondered how the Malfoy child addressed Mr. Weasley. Did he call him Mr. Weasley, Arthur, or Grandfather?

She could tell she knew the answer; she felt it fluttering in the back of her mind as if it were a hazy memory that had happened so long ago in someone else’s life. It was just out of reach, and she desperately hoped that if she tried hard enough it would fall back into her grasp. She stared at the photo for what felt like an hour, sitting on the bed, trying to remember. She started feeling guilty for the way she had been treating Malfoy. If he was so integrated into her family, she knew her ‘now’ self wouldn’t be treating him as distantly as she had been treating him today.

She finally put the picture back in the drawer she found it in and began to explore again. She opened the door that Harry had never told her where it led; she assumed that it led to Harry’s closet, but once she walked in, she couldn’t believe he had the larger of the two closets.

She realized there was a large empty spot, which seemed weird to her. She looked at some of his different clothes and realized one side seemed exactly what she would expect Harry to wear, lots of Muggle clothes with some wizarding clothes and some nicer wizarding robes mixed in, but the other side, the side that was nearly empty, didn’t look anything like Harry; it held mostly high-end wizarding robes, so she thought maybe Harry had those for his job or special events perhaps.

This also made her wonder, what does Harry do? What does she do? Is she missing work right now, or does she stay home with the kids? Draco had told her that she helped him out at the shop sometimes, so is that all she did? She had always assumed that she would go into the Ministry and work for elves and other underrated creatures’ rights, but instead, she’s living in a manor with a house-elf--well, at least she did pay Dobby.

Wait, this large of a house, especially one passed down through a pureblood wizarding family, like James Potter’s would have been, would certainly employ more than one elf, but she hadn’t seen any other elves today.

‘Dobby!’ Hermione called out and Dobby quickly appeared.

‘Yes, Mistress?’ he asked.

‘Dobby, are you the only house-elf or are there more here?’ she asked him. He looked at the ground, twisting his hands together.

‘Well…um…Miss…’

‘Dobby,’ Hermione said sternly.

‘There be others, Miss,’ he answered quickly, avoiding Hermione’s sharp gaze.

‘Are they paid like you?’

‘Well…no Miss…but Mistress tried…you tried, but they all said no…but Mistress and Master treated them very good…they’re happy to serve the Potter family,’ Dobby answered, worried what Master Harry and Master Draco would say about this.

Hermione was in a stunned silence; she couldn’t believe she had slaves. How did this happen? How did she end up where she was?

She sat back on the bed, Dobby looking at her worriedly.

‘Mistress, you’re not trying to…you’ll not try to free them again?’ he asked concerned for the others.

‘I tried to free them?’ she asked, looking at the elf.

‘Yes, you did free some, ‘til Master…Master fixed it. They were very sad,’ Dobby explained, almost accidentally saying Master Draco. Master Draco had reinstated the elves, who were wailing on the ground after Mistress Hermione tried to hand out scarves and hats; in fact, he had to reassure the rest of the elves that her actions didn’t mean that Hermione didn’t like them and she was just weird--while Master Harry had taken her out of the room, hoping that Draco could fix the damage she had done.

‘I don’t want them to be sad. I’ll wait until my memory is back to fix it. Thank you, Dobby,’ she said, realizing she needed to remember what happened the first time, so she could offer to at least pay them or something. Dobby gave a little bow, but before he could leave, Hermione said, ‘Can you please bring me the books from the library I was reading earlier?’

Dobby nodded and got the books for her. He was back a few moments later and left her to her research.

Hermione sat in the middle of the bed with the books around her, researching brain injuries, memory loss and potion accidents in the wizarding world. After a few hours of research, she finally was able to fall asleep.

~*~Harry had left the Astronomy tower already, but Hermione decided to stay a little longer. The weather was beautiful outside, just a little nip in the air, meaning winter was coming soon. She felt a presence behind her once again, and she smiled to herself.

‘Harry, I thought you were…’ she stopped when she turned around and saw silver-grey eyes looking at her instead of green. She let out a little scream.

‘Oh, don’t worry, Granger; I’m not here to bother you.’ Malfoy said calmly, backing away a few steps and running a pale hand through his silvery locks.

‘Then why’d you sneak up behind me like that?’ she asked, hand ready to grab her wand from her robes.

‘I’m sorry; I didn’t realize anyone was up here. I was just trying to find a place to think.’

‘Oh, well, I’ll just leave…wait, did you just apologize to me?’

‘I guess I did. You could accept it, or just leave.’

‘I accept, Malfoy, are you okay?’ She had no clue why she asked--this was Malfoy, but something about him was different than his normal strutting self. Malfoy looked at her for a moment; he looked confused, and she started to regret that she had even asked. Did she even care?

‘There’s a war going on out there, and no one will be alright ‘til your boyfriend kills the bastard responsible for this.’ Malfoy said suddenly. Hermione was shocked at his response and he looked surprised as well for a moment. She stared at him, a poignant silence between them, while she composed her thoughts.

‘He’s not my boyfriend, but why would you want Harry to win?” she finally said, breaking the silence. ‘Your father is on Voldemort’s side.’

Malfoy leaned against the railing looking out over the grounds. ‘Not willingly, plus I don’t want to serve a madman, which I will be forced to do once I’m of age. He’s already giving me orders.’ Malfoy said slowly, not looking at her.

‘You don’t have to serve him, go to Dumbledore.’

‘He is the last person I can tell. The Dark Lord will kill my family if he ever thought my loyalty wasn’t to him. Granger, you cannot tell anyone about this conversation.’ He looked into her eyes, and she could see the fear and worry in them.

‘Of course not, but do consider going to Dumbledore about this, and if you ever need to talk, I’m here,’ she said, as she put a hand on his shoulder and they stared into each other’s eyes again. Hermione nodded, surprised Malfoy hadn’t shrugged off her touch, and then walked away from him. ~*~

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zephyr1975: Thank you for the review. I’m glad you’re enjoying it. I was mad at first losing it, but I kinda like the way the story is going this time. The first 5 chapters are basically the same, since I had them still posted on this site but I think everyone will enjoy where this story is going more. Silver lining J
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