In the weeks since they’d  consummated their relationship in the Astronomy Tower, Hermione had become a mess of hormones, increasingly horny the longer they shared bed-space, it appeared. She’d had dreams before, sure, but these were becoming quite frequent, and it appeared she was now dragging Draco in to help her finish them. The dreams were all similar in nature, she followed the path through the garden, past the ancient cypress tree until she reached the stream. There she’d meet "dream’ Draco and he’d drive her mad with his tongue, his hands, his cock– until she came, usually waking herself up in the process. 