Ok, next part! All dream (duh )
I'm ebil, another cliffie! It might be a longer wait for part 3 (the answer to the question that makes the cliffie will be in there, I wanna hear your ponders and possibilities and stuffs )
Sarah

“So if there’s anything you want to know before we have to go, you have to ask,” Hermione said, voice softened again.
“What’s with the weird dreams?” Dezi asked automatically. “I mean, I was never there, I don’t remember any of it, yet I’m dreaming it. How’s that possible?”
“Does it have to be just your memories?” Draco pointed out mysteriously.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Dezi asked, confused.
“You’re mad at Harry, aren’t you?” Hermione asked, not answering Dezi’s question just yet.
“How can you say that yet I can’t say something else?” Draco demanded.
“Because I was asking a question, Draco. Pick up a book and read once in awhile, it might prove helpful some day.”
“Yeah I am, but what does that have to do with anything?” Dezi responded, pushing Hermione’s comment aside for the moment.
“A fair amount, apparently,” Draco responded. Hermione scowled.
“We, well I, have been sending you memories that end up being your dreams,” Hermione responded simply.
“‘I’? What’s that supposed to mean?” Draco asked demandingly.
“That while you’ve been slumping around as normal, I’ve been working, as always,” Hermione shot back, rolling her eyes. It seemed slightly eerie to Dezi.
“Two of those dreams were mine!”
“Which ones?” she demanded, glaring at Draco suspiciously.
“Well I took a bit of it from Harry’s memory, not much really, but...”
“When dad was under the Imperius Curse...” Dezi responded, trying to recall the dreams.
“Half that was my memory as well,” Hermione mumbled.
“It’s not my fault I didn’t talk much good with Potter.”
“Actually...”
“And when dad was looking for a best man and asked Harry...” Dezi cut in, not wanting to hear more about the topic.
“Are you sure you didn’t take some of that from Harry?” Hermione asked, grinning slightly.
“And I don’t know whose point of view my first dream was from...”
“Both of us,” Draco and Hermione responded at the same time.
“And Harry,” Hermione added. “But overall those memories were mainly mine.”
“Technically Potter, as you keep on implying.” Hermione gave him a warning glare. “Well it’s only true...” he pointed out, shrugging.
“And technically my original question wasn’t answered...” Dezi implied quietly.
“Well, I...”
“Hey!”
“I was doing it to show that Harry isn’t all that bad, he did a lot for you back in the day actually... is that why you did it as well, Draco?”
Draco’s mouth opened to respond, but nothing came out again.
“Do I have to ask?” Dezi responded, smirking.
“See, I told you it was like looking in a mirror,” Draco said suddenly. “And half my reasoning was to help prove that... Potter... isn’t... all... that... bad...”
“What about a mirror?” Hermione asked. She wasn’t looking at Dezi, so she didn’t know what he meant.
Draco stood next to Dezi, crouched down to her height and smirked. Dezi smirked as well, knowing what he meant.
“See?” he said after a moment, returning next to Hermione. Dezi smiled for the first time in a few days.
“You can’t take that smile as your own,” Hermione huffed.
“Ok, I’m just curious, did you two bicker like this when I was younger?” Dezi asked curiously.
“No,” they both responded at the same time.
“Then why now?”
They both shrugged.
“I blame your father,” Hermione told Draco. His face darkened (not literally of course Impossible for a ghost...)
“All I can say is thank the Lord he’s in hell.”
Dezi covered a snort with a cough, which came out more like a cat noise than anything. When she looked up, she saw them fading away.
“Can’t I ask one more question?”
The two came back to their normal ghostly look.
“Apparently,” Draco responded, smirking.
“Go ahead,” Hermione rephrased.
Dezi’s expression seemed to go solemn, and then she asked, “Why’d you have to die?”