What A Feeling

Hello everyone! I am Valentina and this is the first Dramione I am publishing in English. I hope you will like it and if you want leave a review!
I'd like to warn you about some coarse language and the thematic (memory loss) of the whole fiction that might be slightly triggering for some readers! I blame all formatting errors on wattpad.

Thankyou for reading,
loveyou.

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The first time he dreams about it he jolts awake, his skin glistening with sweat.

He dreams about blood, and a body. He doesn't recognise the person. Of only one thing he's sure, they can't be anything but dead.

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Some nights he dreams about a room so dark he keeps moving in fear he'd lose himself if he stopped.

Some times there's light - so much light - he has to close his eyes while red and green spots dance in his vision.

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There's a voice in these dreams. It's soft and sweet, it keeps calling his name.

He compares it to the feeling of coming home to a blazing fireplace on a freezing day.

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His mother doesn't mention it, but he knows. He knows he screams himself hoarse in his sleep. He knows because in the morning it feels like he's swallowed glass all night long.

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He sees a couple walking on the beach one day. The girl's wearing a blue sundress he swears he knows every detail of. He doesn't remember seeing anyone wearing that sundress before.

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He gets on reading Muggle literature. He reads about how the protagonist lost all his memories after a brutal car accident. He reads about the struggle of his lover and how their deep and pure love triggers his memories back.

He puts the book away with a growl. Stupid Muggles, he thinks, they're so naive. Such a love doesn't exist.

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Sometimes when he can't sleep he hears his mother wail from her bedroom. He wonders if they both have lost something worth screaming for.

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He makes himself a cup of tea the Muggle way once, without even thinking it. He doesn't know how he learned to do that.

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He loves looking at the stars, they remind him of freckles on a pretty face. He can't put a name on it.

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He sees her on a windy autumn day. She's inside a book store, trying to find something to take back home. She's biting her lip, wild hair allover the place, she's reading off the summary of a book. He feels like he's seen that scene a million times over. He's sure he's wrong.

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Sometime she feels like he's on the verge of going insane. Sometimes he feels like he's been insane for a very long time.

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Some nights he dreams about warmth and a petite body embracing his own. "I love you," he hears himself say. It's his favourite one, even though he doesn't think he's ever loved anyone.

Some nights he dreams about green lights flying in every direction. There's screaming. There's death. It looks like hell broke loose.

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He sees her again at a Christmas ball. She's wearing a long golden dress, he can't help but think she looks amazing. He's moving before he can even understand it, ten seconds later he's behind her. He sees one of her friends give her a pointed look and she turns around. She's breathtaking.