Chapter 1

Draco Malfoy was in the main living room of the Malfoy mansion. His parents were not home and would not be for the rest of the day. It would have been boring if it was not for the wonderful woman who was with him in that room. They had talked long into the evening and now the light had faded from the sky and the room was dark. The only light was that given out by the fire blazing hotly under the highly decorated marble mantle.

Two wine glasses sat on a small table next the emerald green leather sofa, and empty bottle of wine sat between the two glasses. The fire's light danced and made beautiful patterns in the glass. But no one was paying any attention to such things. Soft music filtered through the room from an old gramophone. Old paintings hung on the wall, some magical some muggle, all utterly beautiful and very expensive. Carved dark oak furniture was scattered around the room, each piece placed carefully as to show it full beauty to all who looked upon them. The wood was all wonderfully carved in intricate patterns, many of the patterns resembled snakes, but considering the owners of this magnificent house that was to be expected.

Draco was sprawled out across the Persian rug in front of the crackling fire, its light highlighting his finely carved features and making him even more handsome. His light grey silk shirt was undone and hanging loosely from his frame, his smart black silken tie was hanging haphazardly across the arm of one of the sofas where it had been thrown earlier that evening amidst passionate kisses and lover's fumblings. A beautiful creature leaned over hi, her sweet breath washing across his face and making the hair on the back of his neck stand up and his toes curl. She kissed him, softly at first, but as he leaned up into the kiss it became stronger, hotter and more passionate. He revelled in the beauty of the kiss, his hands on her hips, rubbing small circles into the flesh there with his thumbs. Her hand caressed his face, delicately outlining each small feature lovingly. Draco made a low moan of pleasure at her actions, his hands running up her back, taking her shirt with them, revealing more of her back, his hand clenched tight, fisting into the material of her shirt. Her hands left his face now, slowly running seductively down his neck, she leaned in and kissed him again, her fingers tracing the outline of his collarbone...

Goyle was searching around the dorm room for his school tie, he needed it before he could go down to breakfast, seeing it resting on Crabbe's bed her lurched towards it but completely forgot about the trunk at his feet. His foot slammed into it, this action sent him flying through the air and landing on the nearest bed. Unfortunately this bed happened to hold the sleeping Draco Malfoy.

The jarring movement of Goyle flailing to the bed caused Draco's body to jump up from the mattress and land again. Draco awoke with a start and was immediately in an incredibly bad mood.

"GOYLE! What the hell was that for? If you needed me to get you have waited a bit longer, I was in the middle of a dream which I did not want interrupted." Draco's angry voice came from under the copious amounts the green bed covers.

"Sorry Malfoy mate, I tripped over my trunk" Goyle replied stupidly.

"You prat Goyle, look where you're walking next time." Malfoy said, starting to worm his way back down into the dark inviting warmth of the duvet.

"So it was a good dream then eh Malfoy?" Goyle sneered, "gunna you know, let me into the details of this dream? Had a girl in it then? What you do to her?" He winked at Malfoy, although he didn't see it, being buried down in the covers.

"Shut up you fool and leave me alone," Draco mumbled. He turned over and started to slowly drift back off into sleep. Hoping to for a continuation of the dream from before, however he was not so lucky in that respect. He did have a dream , but it was of Goyle being hunted down and eaten by a rogue gang of Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans. It was very amusing and even made his dream self laugh a fair amount.

Draco woke again, but this time to the persistent buzzing of his alarm clock. The dorm room was now empty of all people except for himself and for this he was thankful, it gave him the peace and quiet he seemed to crave a lot at the moment. He swung his legs over the side of his four poster bed and stood up. He turned and slumped over in front of the mirror on his bedside table. My God, it really did look like his dream had happened last night. His hair was everywhere his blonde fringe brushing his eyelashes. Although in comparison to last night he had less clothes on at the moment, he leaned over and grabbed his school shirt from the chair next to the bed-side table and slipped it on. He continued to dress, taking his time as he was thinking of the previous night's dream all the while.