Nightshade Dreams (dramione)

Chapter 1: The Mission

Nightshade Dreams

By i.am.gaki

Disclaimer: Wishing I own Draco Malfoy

Inspired by The Power of Two Hearts, Chapter 12, by kayjuli

I've been mulling on the idea of Magical Sleep when one of my friends has told me of a story, or rather, a chapter she has read a couple of years ago from a CCS fanfic. Shame we haven't found a copy of the story as the writer pulled it out from the site. Girl, thank you for the Inspiration. Hope this is to your liking.

This isn't the first fanfic I've written but this is the first one I've been tormented into posting. Damn persistent friends. Practically bullied me into writing this.

This would only be a Two or Three Chapter Story. I planned this to be a One-Shot but my keyboard seemed to have a mind of its own and before I know it, it's more than a couple of pages longer.

Summary: Struck by a rare poison that induces sleep during an Auror mission, Hermione has one week to make a choice whether to stay in the world where everything she ever truly wished for is a reality or to come back to everything she has ever known.

Rating: T 

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Chapter 1

She's Fading

They were still 2 blocks away from the apparition point. The sun was making its futile attempts to illuminate the road they're taking but the ominous looking clouds would storm its way in between, dousing the road in varying shades of yellow and gray.

It sure looks like it would be one of those rainy afternoons. But such thoughts did not even penetrate their already troubled thoughts. All they can think of was that they have to get there. It's just a couple of blocks more, past the muggle city center, down the abandoned alley, the one point in the city where they could finally apparate.

Fuck the Statute of Secrecy

It was times like this where he was cursing every known Magical Protection Law ever written.

They were still down a few hundred or so meters when the weather considerably darkened and the winds picked up signifying the oncoming rain. But they paid it no heed.

They were not aware of the throes of people parting their ways for them to pass through. Nor did they notice the glistening and twinkling burst of pastel colors and every variation of Easter eggs and rabbits and bunnies that adorned every establishment that signifies the nauseatingly sweet holiday. Everything was a blur.

Their steps never did miss a beat. Their legs continued to plow down the rugged street as the promise of rain and a dark wet afternoon finally fell. It did nothing to ruin the speed the three of them has. The hustle they were on was fatal with the possibility of being rammed by a car but neither of them cared. There's only one thing that's on their mind right now. That is the one laying on the back of the golden haired one.

Her long curly tresses lay tussled against the winds and rains whipping across them. Her pale face could be seen visibly from the one who was carrying her. Her immensely golden brown eyes tucked away behind close lids and dark lashes that never once fluttered across the numerous bumps the one carrying her encountered. She looked like she was just sleeping when she was far from it.

Very far from it

The one carrying the girl looked less aggravated than he let on. Anxiety could be seen and felt, his body was tensed and grim were the lines across his mouth. Eyes were as troubled as the movements around him was.