Dramione - What Can 2 Veelas Do To Hogwarts ???

The Day Everything Altered

Yes guys I am aware this story is utter crap, I wrote it a while back and I have to say this is one of my worst pieces of writing. I'm currently editing this story so you may notice things have changed or chapters may become longer.
I'd like to take the time to finally respond to the constructive criticism and the slightly more rude comments I've received about my work and I'm going to try and improve it.

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Hermione's POV

Tossing and turning in my bed, the clammy air began to shift causing a chill to pass through the room. As I moved to rest upon my stomach I heard a distant voice, my assumption that it was distant was immediately contradicted by the harsh biting of breath across the nape of my neck.

I began to turn around step at a time, I tried to drag out my actions as long as I could for I did not wish to know who called to me , it shouldn't have surprised me, this voice haunted my dreams every night, for it was always the same.

I felt like prey whilst he was the predator.

 His toothy grin only seem to stretch as he noticed my growing fear. It was none other than Draco Malfoy. He began to walk towards me, stalking me almost, cautiously I took a step backwards, yearning to put some distance between the two pressing bodies.

"Don't run away" he cried mockingly... .

I froze, like I always did. It doesn't surprise me anymore. 

"It's no fun when you run sweetheart" he drawled.

I woke up from my nightmare with a startled gasp, why can't I stop dreaming about Malfoy ? I fear I am slowly becoming immune to my dreamless sleep draughts.
Ginny was sat upright staring at me from her own bed with what seemed to be a rather scared emotion - " what happened ? " she questioned me, did she really think I would answer that? 

For goodness sake it was a dream about Malfoy, the fifth one this week. Therefore it's staying strictly secret .
I silently hoped she would give in and leave me alone but of course, like freakin' always, she was waiting for an answer , quickly jumping off my cloud of a bed . I grabbed my clothes and wash kit running into the bathroom securing the door behind me with a simple incantation spell .

I hopped inelegantly into the shower praying that it would wash away all my worries, bury them in layers of soap at the very least, plus the stress and tension , it worked , or it did at least whilst I remained in the shower. 

But apparently the worries came rushing back once I had stepped out of the shower.

Swiftly tugging on my favourite muggle skinny jeans and a boringly red hoodie. 

Well after all it is Autumn, I'm not going to prance around in a tank top and skirt, hell no. I'm not Parkinson. I decided that I would do my hair with magic today and that, right there ladies and gentlemen, is something I'd never do .

Trudging down to the great hall for breakfast with Ginny, the once fluttering butterflies in my stomach began to kick violently as I sat down next to Ron and Harry. Noticing something was different. Harry instantly picked up on my unsettled emotions and quizzed me, it wasn't trivia Tuesday so with a wave of my hand I dismissively told him I was fine. Grabbing my book bag from under my seat I decided to nip into the library before potions was due to start.

Draco's POV
"Hermione " I whispered across the dark empty space, my dream self still had quite the effect on the young lady so it appeared, I would be surprised but it's more amusing honestly, a timid expression slowly made its way across her face, she masked it well but the fear in her eyes betrayed her. 

She prepared to retreat slowly one step after another.

"Don't run away " I said mockingly . The sound reached her ears, the effect instant, her feet rooted into the ground. She was frozen in the spot, she didn't dare bring herself to breathe. She just stood there in silence...
"It's no fun when you run sweetheart" the intended effect was clear and it certainly worked. She did not move from the place she belonged. She stayed on the ground.
Like dirt. She was under my feet but that wasn't enough. I wanted her under me in a different context. I'd have her blushing as red as the Weasley hair.

A/N cliffhanger I don't know how to do chapters so well you know vomment
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Sooo guys ! This fanfic was finished a very long time ago, unfortunately I don't believe I can stretch this story out anymore. However the story ought to be sobbing with how much editing needs to be done. So now that school is officially done, I'm turning this piece of poorly written ramble into a story c:

I love you guys, rock on and keep reading !