Legilmancy

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by x3novis

by x3novis

Hermione's POV

"Draco, I'm scared. I've never used Legilmancy to make someone else enter a dream before. What if I can't? What if we hurt him?" I was worrying out loud and I was not stopping. Draco gave me a reassuring look and said "You're the brightest witch of our age. If there's anyone here that can do this, it's you." And with that, I put him to sleep.

I waved my wand around his head and chanted a song. There was a blue spark that emerged from his head in which we assumed to be Draco's dream spirit. This was the hardest part. Putting him inside Harrys dream. I continued with the song and Ron ATTEMPTED to break my focus but Blaise was able to shush him by using his hand to cover his mouth and pushed him to the wall. I lightly chuckled and Ron turned the same shade as his mop of hair. I put the dream spirit in a jar an waved the jar with Legilmancy. Pansy helped me open the jar and the spirit floated straight into Harry's head.

I took a big breath and fell backwards because the stool did not have a back rest and the spell took up too much energy. And then I said exhaustedly, after Pansy caught me "And now, we wait until Harry wakes up. His dream spirit should automatically go back into Draco's head when he wakes up."

Draco's POV

I landed on the floor with my feet. I was in Harry's dream. I was in the forbidden forest, by the lake. There was a figure sitting by the lake. It was saying something that I was straining to hear. I moved forward from the tree I was hiding behind. The figure looked like Harry but...he wasn't the Harry of fourth year that I knew. He was around seven years old. I was about to move forward even more but then I felt a familiar hand on my shoulder which I recognized as Harry's. He said softly, "Wait." So I waited.

After about 5 minutes of watching, I saw what he was clearly telling me to wait for. The child got up and his voice was increasing in volume. He was crying and saying "I can never be loved. They want to kill me, I won't stop them. My parents died because I existed. I need someone to help me! I'm struggling to stay alive." He was saying all these and then it dawned on me- He was having mental health problems. The child was screaming and crying and with that, I was able to see his arms. They were decorated with little slits. Little neat slits. Spaced out perfectly. All of them were the same color and size. As if he wanted to do those by himself. Like it was his intention. He was in a little jumper and was wearing knee socks with tiny little shoes. He kicked off his shoes and threw them into the lake. And as the water rippled, the child disappeared.

I looked back to where Harry was and he was already spilling tears. He said through sobs "That day was the first day that my relatives told me that they wanted me dead. The day that they all tried to kill me. It was the first day I was unclean. I made those marks by myself. I bled out of my own will. I was crying when I did that. But I was also laughing because I thought I deserved it." By that time, I was already hugging him. Not because I felt sorry. but because he needed it. He took my hand and he told he that he needed to show me something.

As we were running, the scene started to change. We were hiding behind a pillar and I noticed where we were. It was the scene from first year. I was trying to be friends with him. Before I could say anything, he explained, "It's my head so you should hear all I was actually thinking. And I nodded.

I could hear his thoughts. "Woah...Hogwarts. This place is huge...these people seem nice-woah........I can't believe it. I've never seen such an angels face before. His blonde hair. His pearl eyes. He's gorgeous." I then noticed that he was looking at me. The same voice said "Hold on...wasn't he the same angel face I saw when I went along with Hagrid a few days ago? Oh geez...he's walking towards me...what a voice. So silky." But then his personal thoughts were interrupted as I stuck out my hand. Then, a voice- a very rough and dementing voice, a tormenting and dementing voice, a voice that I could recognize as foreign-spoke up. "He'll just leave you like your parents. He's really just as evil as they get. He'll try to kill you. Just try to kill yourself and he'll be satisfied." That's when it happened. The great rejection. I could tell that he first year voice was laced with fear and foreign venom. Harry-beside me-spoke up again. "I wanted to take your hand you know but the voice in my head was there and it still is. It's always making me want to die. I really want to." But I cut him off. Not with a hug. That was supposed to comfort him. I didn't talk because I was too speechless.

I cut him off with the crash of our lips. I didn't know what else to do because I was watching him mouth move and before I knew it, my lips were on his. At first, I thought he wasn't kissing back and I was about to pull apart but then I felt a movement on my mouth. He was kissing back the whole time. And then our lips were moving in synch. They were moving like they had wanted this for a very long time. I obviously went in first and I explored every nook and cranny in his mouth. His mouth was warm and comfortable and soft and I just wanted to stay like that forever because he was just perfect. But then he did it. He moaned. He was moaning non stop. I couldn't help but prop him up because he was on the wall. I was propping him up on the wall and I was running my hands through his luscious black locks.

That's when it happened.

I woke up.

He was blushing like crazy and we gave each other looks that meant that we both know what went down in his head.

A/N

WAIT...SHE'S NOT DEAD? I'M SORRY FOR NOT POSTING IN A WHILE. WITH ONLINE SCHOOL AND MY HEALTH...I'M JUST TRYNA STAY ALIVE. ANYWAYS, I PROMISE TO TRY AND POST AT LEAST ONCE A WEEK BECAUSE MT SCHOOL IS MOVING ON TO A MUCH EASIER WAY OG ONLINE TEACHING.

I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS 1169 WORD CHAPTER.

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