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Lazaurus - this time I've double checked the tenses and asked my beta to pay extra attention to them ;) I know I sometimes forget about it, but the problem is, in my native language we use past tense in the same case, where in English there is Present Perfect. So sorry for that nd I promise I'll be carefull with that.

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In this chapter the title of the story is explained.

What are the most secret dreams of miss Granger and why do them make her so confused during her detention?

Hermione was standing in front of Malfoy's office for a while, trying to calm her breathing. Her detention was about to begin and she felt at little strange, knowing that in a moment she will be in one room with this particular wizard. She wouldn't of felt like that if she hadn't of had that dream about him tonight, after which she woke up with her heart beating fast and hand under her pale-pink panties.

This must have been surely his trick, since she would never think about Lucius Malfoy like that. She knew that Lord Voldemort was the master of Legilimency, but was he teaching his followers to use this vile trick? But the dream itself wasn't the most frightening and embarrassing thing for Hermione. The problem was, she had to admit, that the erotic scene between her and defence against the dark arts teacher was way too enjoyable for her...

It was an obvious fact, that Lucius was a handsome man. His appearance was faultless, his shape well built, his long blond hair always looking beautiful. His robes black as night, always perfectly clean, without any single crease and silver accessories, like cufflinks and buckles were chosen with a great sense of taste and underlining his elegancy. Cold look of his grey eyes as well as deep voice could make you feel shivers down your spine. His pale lips, often smiling ironically, were tempting to taste them and long, slim fingers waking up some very dirty thoughts.

"Come in, please" Hermione heard, after she knocked on the oak door of professor's office, using the heavy, brass doorknocker that was the shape of a snake. She sat on the chair in front of his desk and was surprised as she noticed an absolutely unexpected person, sitting in a big, comfortable armchair - Professor Trelawney. The teacher, who was never particularly liked by Hermione, was looking at her through unnaturally big glasses, which made her look like a huge dragonfly. This effect was increased by countless strings of beads, shining in the candle light.

"You see, Sybill is doing some research for her new scientific project about..." Lucius paused, for almost unnoticeably short moment "...dreams." Hermione felt anxious, though she didn't show it. "Your task is to write down all of your dreams you had last week. Since it's obvious, that we don't remember them all and Professor Trelawney has some reason to believe that many students just fabricate their dreams, while writing dream diaries, she will support your work with a charm. The charm will let you remember all of your dreams, as well as forbid you to lie about them." Malfoy seemed to be satisfied, watching Hermione's eyes get more and more frightened. She was caught like a rat in a trap. Like a fly in acromantula's web. Like...

But Hermione had no time for another stupid comparison, because she just received an inkpot, a quill-feather and some parchment and defence against the dark arts teacher said "Sybill, please cast this harmless little spell on Miss Granger. I will remove it myself as soon as she finishes writing and then bring it to your office."

Professor Trelawney cast the charm non-verbally. Hermione felt soft wave of warmth, flowing down her body, but the sensation disappeared in a moment and Trelawney flew out of the room, with her robe fluttering around her and the jewellery, which she had to spare, jingling loudly.

Hermione took her quill with shaking hand and wrote down:

"Monday/Tuesday"

What was she dreaming of that night? She would never remember, unless she was under a spell. She would've forgotton this idiotic picture of Gabrielle Delacour, conquering some big, not very pretty Hippogriff, with ginger feathers. Suddenly the petite blonde fluttered her eyelashes with terrifying strength, too strongly for the eyelashes... but it turned out, that instead of them she had long, tentacle-like Devil's Snare. Slippery plant started to choke her...
Hermione sighed and started to write. However, she didn't use the girls' name, on purpose, because she didn't want to be told as jealous. Still, Trelawney's charm obviously considered this detail as significant and skipping it as a lie. She felt her own hand moving and she couldn't stop it. The quill was writing down, out of her will:
"It was Gabrielle Delacour."

"What a terrible thing Miss Delacour must have done, to deserve such an unkind vision in your mind, Miss Granger?" Malfoy said, after he had walked around her chair. He was now standing right behind her, looking over her shoulder. She sensed a pleasant scent of his perfume. "He smells much better than Ron" she thought unwillingly.
"It's just a dream" she replied.

"Just a dream... or perhaps more than a dream" said Malfoy calmly "Personally I don't believe that we can see the future in our dreams, but instead I am sure, our dreams are a reflection of ourselves." Hermione felt shivers down her spine, while the ex-Death Eater continued, "I think that dreams picture our feelings. Our fears, our anger... But also joy or..." he paused significantly "desires." he finished in a whisper. With his last word, Hermione had no doubts, that he somehow made her dream that erotic dream.

An hour of writing down idiotic dreams in details passed, while Hermione was getting closer and closer to the "Thursday/Friday" part. With a shivering hand she reached for the dark blue ink with the sharp end of her quill. This time she didn't even bother herself with thinking of her own words, completely giving herself up to the charm, letting it lead her hand. She knew, Malfoy was reading every single sentence, however, she didn't expect actual astonishment on his face. Now, when he was following her quill, standing on the other side of his desk, reading the text upside-down, his eyes went wider, with disbelief, although he looked amused and satisfied.
"It is your work." she hissed "This dream."

"But it isn't" he replied, his voice sounding realistic "the charm professor Trelawney cast on you doesn't work for artificially created dreams. This is very sophisticated magic and such a clever witch like you should have known that. This is a connection of a spell revealing forgotten dreams with the Truth Spell, a bit weaker than Veritaserum, however effective is the case, though concerns only selective facts. It would be particularly difficult to detect dreams, magically created by someone else; also they are absolutely useless for a divination teacher."
With Malfoy's every word Hermione was realising, that the dream might have indeed a reflection of her own desire.
"I gave you such a punishment, because the dreams can be very intimate, embarrassing and compromising; although I didn't expect how much... Still, what I've read makes me glad, Miss Granger." he finished with a lecherous smile. Hermione was sitting as if she was petrified, while her hand was writing down the last sentence.