Hi, this is my second atempt at a fanfiction I hope it is ok, please R&R as it will help me with my stories. All the characters, events, ect. belong to J.K Rowling!
He walked down the once great hallway of Malfoy Manner behind his dark, heavily lidded aunt, who kept throwing him back smirks as she walked. Behind him stood his blonde, elegant mother whose once unreadable face, now showed clear signs of fear. Was this due to his father being in prison or the Dark Lord taking up residence in their house? He could not be certain. The group kept walking for what felt like hours when his aunt stopped and knocked the solid oak door that was the Malfoy's dining room. "Enter" commanded the cold voice that everyone feared. Then quite suddenly the scene changed and he was running. Flashes of red and green were seen in every direction. Alongside him was a beautiful limping girl, her long dark blonde hair glistened with blood every time a shot of light flashed close by. All around lay unconscious bodies, splats of gleaming blood and the remains of the place they once called home. Home, this place held so much memories for everyone, Death Eater or not. This was the place where he and his cronies... friends, practically ruled. Tears prickled in his eyes as he remembered the look on Crabbe's face as he fell to his horrific death. Quite suddenly a flash of green erupted from somewhere out of the corner of his eye and he saw the girl stumble slightly then-
Draco Malfoy's grey eyes flashed open; he quickly sat upright, causing something to drop from where he had been sleeping and fall to the floor with a shatter. He lit his wand and looked around taking in the familiar surroundings of his study. "Just a dream, just a dream" he murmured to himself, allowing his ever racing heart to calm down, "You're not there, you're here get a grip". Reaching down for whatever had fallen, he noticed that it was a broken photo frame. Inside a tall laughing blonde man, wearing black and green dress robes was looking down into the sparkling blue eyes of a beautiful dark blonde woman, who was wearing a long white wedding dress with a blue shawl covering her pale shoulders. He tapped his wand against the frame and the smashed glass repaired instantly. A knock came from his study door and he turned around to see his wife.
Astoria looked the same as she had done on the picture, just as kind, just as beautiful; the only difference now was her dishevelled hair and 6 months swollen stomach. "Hey," she said as she walked over and sat on his lap, "What were you doing, I heard something smash and it woke me up." Draco looked down and saw that her head was lying on his chest, the wavy dark blonde hair covering half her face. Seeing her now made him think, here and now is all that matters for the past is just yet another nightmare.
Yep I know it's... well... just plain awful! please as I've said R&R x