DiSclaImeR: Do you have any clue how much i hate doing this? I mean you think that the corporate people would have the common sense to figure out that:

1. I dont own Harry Potter or anything involved with that little ditty of a story

2. I just like to use JK's characters to entertain my warped imagination


Draco Malfoy sat up in his bed, sweat glistening on his brow. It had been another dream, just a dream, he reassured himself as he eased back into his pillow. Ever since the final battle, the end of the war, he had been having these dreams. They weren't really so much dreams as flashbacks. It was similar to being in a pensive, he could see and hear everything, but he couldn't do anything to change the events that occurred. The worst part of it was it was the same damn thing every time.

He was there, on Hogwarts front campus. He still couldn't believe that Voldermort had picked there of all places to attack. Always the same, Draco thought, this immaculate, untouchable on the outside, a crazy, old, cowardly fool on the inside. Was it any wonder that he sided with light on this one? He was running on the grass watching the dozens fall, shouting out curses of his own. So many lost their lives that day, that shouldn't have had to. The students of Hogwarts didn't have to fight, but they did, and with them was Draco. He ran and ran trying to catch up to the front line. When he finally made it their, he saw the Golden Trio, along with a good number of the DA, standing their fighting bravely like there was no death in the world. He fought, not really noticing the fallen, until one curse hit one particular girl. Ginny Weasley's small body seemed to slice though the air in slow motion, making one swift cut before collision with the ground. He watched as Ron ran to help his fallen sister, and also watched as the curse flew for him. Before he knew it, he found his feet moving, his hands pushing, and his body too, falling to the ground. He couldn't move, just watch as Ron recovered from his fall, and saw his savior.

"Malfoy?"

Their relationship, though not as bad as the first years of school, was still never anything to write home about and Ron was obviously shocked that Draco would make such a sacrifice for him.

"Bu... bu... you don't like me! You saved me! Wh... why?"

"Shut... up... git... go... fight... protect... Potter... kill... Voldermort."

And like that he slipped into black, the end of his dream.

In reality he woke up in St. Mungo's a week later in a bed next to the one and only Harry Potter. Harry had apparently been hit with the aftermath of whatever he killed Voldermort with, and that had put him into a coma, where he still was to this very day. Draco on the other hand, had been hit with some unknown dark curse, but they had found him in time thanks to Ron. He had never had a chance to thank Ron for that. He had never seen Ron again, though last news was that Ron had taken residence with the rest of the Weasley's at The Burrow again. After the war, many people had moved back to be with family.

Draco too had moved back to his childhood home, but unlike the others, he lived a life of solitude. For three months now, he had emerged from the property a grand total of two times, once right after the war to sort out his family affairs, and once to be fitted for new robes. For the rest of the time he sat in his house, read, slept, ate walked in the garden, and worked. Mostly his studies were with experimental potions, which he tested on himself. Sometime though, he worked with his charms, adjusting those too, and studied muggle ways of being. He didn't truly like muggles, but after the war, he assumed it necessary to at least be a bit familiar with the things they used, and their way of life. He also had his house elves, who kept him good company, and his owl, Penna. They were all he needed in life, and he was perfectly happy alone.

The only glitch in Draco's way of life was that Draco continually had nightmares of that night, over and over. It was rare for him to get a full night's sleep. The nightmares were so bad that the strongest Dreamless Sleep Potion had no effect on him. So he lived with it. Tonight had been the same as ever other night. Nightmares woke him up, so he sat and read for a while, until he drifted into sleep again.


Yeah yeah yeah... i know it is crap... curse you plot bunny... curse you to the depths of Hades!!!! R/R