Dramione Oneshots

The Other Dimension(10k special)

The rapturous laughter enticed the rapidly growing feelings within her. "I'm telling you, Slytherin is the way to go," said the voice the enticing laughter belonged to.

She turned till she faced the owner of the voice. He was a handsome man with white hair and golden roots. His pale, lean arm was wrapped around the shoulders of a taller boy with with dark hair. The blonde boy turned toward her with the most stunning of blue eyes. He made a 'come here' motion with his hand. "Come. Join us, Em." The butterflies in her stomach spread their wings and took flight.

Hermione bolted upright in bed. Who was that blonde boy that sent warm shivers down her spine? More importantly, who was this 'Em' that he had called her?

She casted a quick tempus spell. It was too early for classes and too late for more sleep. With a groan, she pulled herself out of bed. If she couldn't go back to sleep then she might as well head to the library.

Hermione groggily got dressed before slipping out of her room, trying not to wake the others. She found Ron slumped over a book, asleep in the common room. She tsked before conjuring a blanket for him. The boy may be cute but he was a total nincompoop. She was also growing tired of mothering him.

After slipping out of the portrait hole, she made her way to the library. It was the beginning of their sixth year and never too late to start studying for their exams.

The hallways were empty, not to her surprise. Hermione had noticed that most students preferred to sleep in or hang out in their common rooms until it was time for breakfast.

"Good morning, madam Pince," greeted Hermione upon entering the library.

Madam Pince gave her a warm smile. "You're here earlier that normal, Miss Granger." For some reason, the other students thought madam Pince was cold but Hermione just couldn't see it.

Hermione made her way to her favorite seat in the back where she dropped off her bookbag. She then made her way down the aisles, running her fingertips along the spines of the books. Which one did she want to view today?

A wave of whispered, rapturous laughter drifted to her. Butterflies took flight in her stomach. The laughter resembled that of her dream guy but how could that be?

She quieted the butterflies flapping around in her stomach and went to investigate. She followed the deep, melodious laughter to the Forbidden Section. Sitting on the ground with his back pressed against the gate was none other than Draco Malfoy. Why did he have the same laugh as the guy from her dream?

Malfoy wasn't paying attention to his surroundings as he peered down at a comic book. A comic book! She must have made a sound because Malfoy's head snapped up to look at her. His silver eyes narrowed into a glare and he stuffed the comic book into his robes. Even with the quick movement, Hermione still caught a glimpse of the title. Malfoy wasn't reading just any comic, he was reading a muggle one!

"What are you doing here, beaver face," snarled Malfoy.

Hermione rolled her eyes at the nickname, having long lost its bite. "I won't tattle on you," scoffed Hermione. "Keep reading your ridiculous comic."

"It is not ridiculous!" Malfoy was now standing face to face with her. Her heart raced with realization that his facial features and body build were similar to the guy in her dreams. What horrid world was she living in that she dreamt she had a crush on Malfoy?

"Superman is way cool. The way him and Batman always go at it is inspiring. It is in no way ridiculous," continued Malfoy on his rant.

"Right," drawled Hermione. "You are a real-life wizard and you cannot see the flaws and unrealisticness of the characters."