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Daydreams	By : BitterWind Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 8997 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters, settings, etc from those books or movies. I do this as a creative writing exercise and do not earn any money from writing this fictional story.

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Chapter Six: Haunting the Library

He was not in the library to see her. He came for his own reasons. Other people looked at books, too, not just sodding know it alls. He wanted to find a book on...on...on wandcraft. Who knew? He was never going to fly again, maybe he should learn more about making wands. Ollivander had talked to him a lot, before...well...before...at Malfory Manor...before things got too... ugly.

Malfoy pushed aside squashed those memories hard into a little ball, and continued down the aisle, fingering the book covers, unseen to the main sitting area filled with desks and junior know it alls. Not that he was looking over there. Not that he was waiting for….

Granger came into the room. Malfoy froze. She spoke with the librarian who handed her a heavy pile of books. Granger’s smiled widely, thanked her and sat down at a table close to where he hid...not hid… but stood behind a wall of books dedicated to wand magic. He frowned as she opened a massive red book, apparently searched for a specific page and began to read in earnest.

Now what? He took the bottle from his pocket and looked at her. He stopped. Why was he doing this? What did he care what she wished for? He put his head on the wooden shelf, banging it very, very slightly. What was he doing here?

He heard her sigh. He looked up between the crack of two books, to see her eyes leave the page and stare off at the corner of the room. Without thinking he dripped some liquid from the bottle into his mouth, looking at her. What was she thinking about?

He saw the familiar shimmer and narrowed his eyes as a vision of her sitting at the same desk appeared. But instead of reading alone, he was next to her. He saw his own pale hair, his immaculate clothing, but saw that the Granger inspired vision of himself seemed angry or frustrated. He seemed to be shouting at her.

She was thinking about him? Wishing he was shouting at her? Malfoy shook his head in disbelief.

But then, the wish Granger put her hand on his knee. He stopped shouting and merely looked stormy. Hesitantly Granger took one of his hands in hers, and with the other hand, slowly, slowly rolled up his sleeve, exposing the tattoo given to him by the Dark Lord Himself.

Behind the shelves, Draco stood back and hissed slightly. Waves of disgust and fear and poison rolled over him seeing her touch and then trace the Dark Mark. Even though he knew it was all in her imagination, that it wasn’t really happening, he seemed to feel her fingers on him and they burned, leaving firey trails on his skin. He could see that she wasn’t finished. She appeared to be whispering something, as she bent down low over his forearms, her lips almost touching him. His duplicate bent down as well, over her. The real Malfoy found it hard to breathe for some reason.

Suddenly the vision Granger pushed hard on his arm and appeared to wipe down from his elbow to his wrist. As she and his mirror sat up, both drained somehow, he saw that the skull and snake that had been burned into his arm.... was gone.

He couldn’t stand it. Without caring who saw him, Malfoy ran from the library, ran and ran, outside, past the garden into the forbidden forest. But he couldn’t stop, because no where felt safe. He Who Must Not be Named himself had told him that if the tattoo were ever removed, Draco, his father, his mother and the entire Malfoy line would die in the most terrible way imaginable. Granger’s innocent wish, to free him from his past, evoked all of those terrible days, the never ending fear and terror.

Malfoy ran and ran until he physically couldn’t anymore. He stopped near the lake, by a large flat rock and lay down, arm over his eyes. He stayed there for what felt like hours, as the weak sun beat down on him. He shivered. He heard the sound of frogs in the lake, and the wind blowing through the trees behind him; the quiet whisper of the water on the lake's edge brushing against the rock.

When he heard footsteps, he sat up, wrapping his arms around his knees, head down. He knew it would be her, who else? He didn’t want to see her or anyone or anything. He kept seeing the things from...before...flash behind his eyes.

He didn’t see, but he felt her sit down beside him. She sat silently for a long time, just sitting there by his side. He could smell her again, cinnamon and apples. He could hear her breathing.

“I suppose you saw me, in the library, looking up cursed tattoos, and realized what I was doing.”

She pulled her own knees up and wrapped her arms around them. He looked up at her, but she was looking the other way.

Her voice was quiet. “ I don’t suppose you’d believe me, but I was just trying to help.”

“Granger.”

She turned, surprised, and looked at him. His eyes were dead. He slowly spit the words out.

“No one can ever help me. Ever. Nothing will ever be the same again.”

She shook her head and smiled sadly. “That is not true. Things have changed. Voldemort is dead.”

He laughed bitterly at her innocence. Hadn’t she seen her own friends die in front of her?

“That’s what they said before. And he came back.”.

As if she read his mind, she said, “I’m not naive. People I love are dead. I don’t believe Voldemort can come back, but I know there are other lesser evils out there.” She looked out at the lake, gritting her teeth. “But I also know, that we can only live day by day, hour by hour, and just try to live our lives as best as we can. Try to find peace and happiness where we can.”

She turned back to look at him. He looked at her.

And the remaining leaves on the nearby trees rustled in the wind.
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