Chapter one: I see Queen Mab hath been with you (Three Days Grace-born like this)
Draco spat out the word as if every syllable was dripping with poison "GRYF-FIN-DORS!!!!!"
He stormed into the dorm room slammed the door shut behind him. Fortunately, now that he was in older and a prefect, he finally had the privacy of his own separate quarters. Privacy he was thankful for, because he rarely let anyone under his skin and if his fellow housemates saw him like this they would think he was weak.
He glared around at the room before him as if it too were laughing at him. It was a beautiful room, though nothing compared to the one back at his manor. It was beautifully decorated in his house colors the silver made everything shimmer and seem alive. In the middle of the room was a beautiful king sized canopy bed with green sheets and comforter. When Draco had first seen his room at the beginning of the year he had thought the whole thing 'girly' but now he had become accustomed to the comfort of the room. The dresser beside the desk was mahogany and the carpet was an oriental design with the theme of the serpent in intricate detail. Not bad living quarters at all.
But at this moment all Draco could do is glare, at the bed that would never hold him, at the dresser that would never have a drawer reserved for him, at the rug that would never be filled with his discarded clothing.
He cursed under his breath. How could he have been such a fool? And in front of the entire school. He thought back to the scene he had just fled from, the horrible scene that now had him in a towering rage. But it only enraged him further. He began to wonder how he came to be this, how he came to desire his enemy.
Draco had long ago, perhaps back in second year even, realized that his preference ran more for the cute boys in the school rather than pretty girls. He only just realized at the end of his fifth year at Hogwarts, though, that he had a crush on the enemy.
At first Draco thought he had lost his mind. How could he, a Malfoy- the closest thing to royalty that wizarding kind has, want 'the boy who lived' the scourge of everything his family stands for. He had the purest blood in the entire school, and most of Britain, Potter wasn't even pure blood.
But it became all too clear this year when he returned to school and found himself subconsciously searching the crowds getting off the train for a sign of the unruly raven hair, that his infatuation wasn't going to go away. Draco found him and his two friends, the mudblood and the weasel, climbing into a carriage.
He looked around and found himself standing alone, where were those two idiots? He wondered vaguely if they would be able to make it up to the school without him. He was often shocked when they made it to class without him holding their hands, he rolled his eyes. He hated that all he had for friends were mindless idiots. Where could they be?
"What's this? Haven't got a carriage?" a kind mans voice beside him just asked. He turned and saw a tall wizard, with sweeping robes of scarlet red, was looking at him with a kindly expression on his face as if he were addressing a small child.
Draco was mortified when the wizard started shouting, to the horseless carriages, for any carriage that still held a vacancy to stop. Where were those idiots? Before he could even register his astonishment, he was being shunted by this wizard to the nearest empty carriage he found himself face to face with the object of his affection.
"You've got to be joking!" he sneered. Draco turned around to leave only to have the door shut painfully in his face. The weasel snickered. He turned around rubbing his sore nose and took a seat in the only place left available, the one next to Potter.
He swore under his breath and turned to look out the window. He willed himself not to become aroused sitting next to the boy who had been the star of all his wet dreams over the summer. But the smell of Potter was invading his senses, and the feel of the boy's thigh against his own was slowly driving him mad, just the thought that he was this close to him was making Draco's skin tingle with excitement.
He could feel the familiar tightening in his pants and made to cover it with the book he had been reading on the train Dante's Inferno. Dante was a wizard from the thirteenth century and Draco greatly admired his works, especially the Inferno. It must have been his twelfth time reading it the book was already badly torn around the edges and 'dog-eared' every where. It was probably the only thing in his possession that wasn't in perfect condition. Only the best for a Malfoy.
Draco continued to stare out the window, hoping the agony, of being trapped in a coach with the person he had shagged so many times in his dreams, would soon end. He began to entertain fantasies in his head of just grabbing the boy sitting next to him and locking him in a long passionate kiss. He smirked to think of the looks on the other two's faces.
But now it was a week or so later and he wasn't smiling anymore, he was annoyed. He was angrier than he had ever been in his life. He reached out to his dresser grabbed the first thing he could lay his perfectly manicured hands on and threw it across the room.
He sunk into his bed calmed himself down, it wouldn't do well to destroy everything in his room like a child throwing a tantrum, if he did not only would Potter and Weasley know they had gotten to him his housemates would know as well. Draco couldn't afford to lose face.
He lay back on his pillows and soon was sleeping almost soundly.
"Just a little further" the raven teased as Draco ran chasing it through a field of wild flowers. They came to a halt in front of a perfect little pond, and why not considering it was already a perfect sunny day with a perfect little breeze to relieve some of the heat. Draco spun around and around like a child, admiring the perfect beauty of the place.
He stopped and flung himself to the ground and lay on his back. He looked up, trying to find shapes in the clouds. He found one that looked like a coiled serpent and another that looked just like a roaring lion. In fact he almost heard the lion roar. He watched as the two clouds drifted closer and soon the two touched the lines smeared and all was left was an odd oval shaped cloud that kind of resembled a skull. It flashed red for a moment.
He sat up and looked around for his companion only to find that the raven had flown away leaving behind a small boy. The boy couldn't have been older than five, but he had a haunted look in his emerald green eyes. The boys hair was black and messy, his clothes far too big for him.
"It's perfect here" Draco said to the boy.
"Only the best for you" the boy said proudly. A distant rumble in the background made Draco jump. The perfect day suddenly looked as though it was going to storm. Another crash of thunder only this was much closer. The boy looked Draco in his eyes and revealed that he was terrified. "I won't let you hurt me"
Draco could only look at the other boy "I don't want to hurt you, I only want to make you happy. Aren't you happy here?" he stepped cautiously forward.
"You'll never catch me, I'm really fast. I can out run Dudley nine times out of ten" he recited this as if it had some magical power to keep him safe.
"I'm not going to hurt you" he took another step towards the boy. Before Draco could reach him the boy ran into the forest.
Draco called out to the boy, it was dangerous in there, there were beasts and monsters in that forest. "Come back! You can't go in there! It's forbidden!" it was too late the forest swallowed the boy.
Draco ran after the boy, he could hear the boy always just a few paces ahead but out of sight. He was slightly annoyed at the rain that was now pouring down all around him soaking his robes ruining the fine silk. Thunder crashed just over head and Draco could see the fork of lightening. He heard the child's laughter all around him.
Suddenly the boy stopped and turned around to face Draco. Draco was panting and out of breath. The boy was standing at the edge of a cliff, and wearing a peculiar grin, he laughed.
"We shouldn't be in here. There are monsters in here" Draco looked around quite panicked, they had to leave soon or bad things would happen he was sure of that.
"Ok, but can you hold my hand" the boy reached out his right hand, the left was already occupied by the childish sucking of his thumb.
Draco, annoyed, scowled but was happy to hear that the boy was willing to come quietly, walked towards the boy reaching out for the hand offered to him. Just as he reached the boy he was gone. He turned around and felt the boy push him backwards. He saw the boy, still sucking his thumb, wave as Draco fell.
Draco awoke in his bed flushed and out of breath. He tried desperately to remember the dream he had just had but all he could remember was falling. He looked over at the clock on his night stand. Nine p.m., just past curfew, he felt his stomach rumble. He hadn't eaten anything at dinner thanks to Potter and his half-wit sidekick. He wondered for a moment if it was worth the risk to sneak into the kitchens for some food, then promptly got out of bed and left the room.
He was still trying to remember what his dream was about when he was knocked over by something or someone. He was sent flying; he turned around and was shocked at what he found…