Hermione watched from a distant point in the flat as Draco set a record down on the player.
He turned, looking at her dream self with a look she couldn't decipher. Then he offered his hand, and the two began to waltz to a familiar tune.
The same dream reoccurred every night. And broke her heart more every time.
She sat up in bed, her hair falling around her bare shoulders. His tee draped over her shoulders, she padded downstairs in the pale moonlight.
She eased past the couch, finding the record player that he left. She set the one vinyl that she ever played on it, putting the needle in the most played spot.
As the song played, so did the dream behind her eyelids. She danced easily around the room, just wanting him back.
Just wishing he loved himself more. And loved her enough to stay out of the clouds.
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This just popped in my head. I'm really fun, honestly. My au's are just sad. I really wanna go to a lil peep concert soon. hopefully i'll see dream Draco there.
