A/N: OK, this is not really a sister story to "Hyper At Hogwarts", but it takes some elements from that.

Story: I'm writing a Harry Potter fanfiction when my version of Draco Malfoy starts yelling at me in my head. One night, I find that the real Draco is there. How can this be?

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Disclaimer: I do not own Draco Malfoy or anything you recognize. Sadly, the rights go to J.K Rowling, and I'll have to simply imagine that my Draco is there with me. Also, the idea is very similar to a movie, "Ruby Sparks", which I don't own.

I lay in my bed, closed my eyes, and tried to sleep, sighing. I wished sleep came easier to me, but what could I do? I frequently took half an hour to fall asleep, and nothing I did could make it take a shorter time.

It was a cold night. I wrapped my sheets around me, trying hard to get a bit of warmth. My warmest nightdress were still not the best I could have, compared to those cosy pyjamas I knew other people wore. But I didn't have pyjamas, only nighties.

A rush of warmth suddenly made me gasp. It was something solid, pressed against me. Just as I was about to turn to look at what it was, a pair of hands pushed me down firmly. A foot pressed against one of mine teasingly.

"You don't need to look at me yet." A smooth voice breathed in my ear, in a whisper. I froze, knowing who that voice belonged to. I'd first heard it in my thoughts.

I'd been writing a story about a Hogwarts student I'd made up. She hung out with the Trio, and had a little bit of a crush on a Slytherin. That was when I first heard a voice in my head.

"Why are you making me a blackmailer? I come across as desperate!" Draco Malfoy's voice demanded in my mind.

"Oh, leave her alone, Malfoy." Another voice I recognized said. It was most definitely the OC I'd made up.

"Yeah, leave me alone." I thought.

"Don't tell me what to do, filthy Muggle!" Draco's voice hissed.

I scoffed out loud, now speaking. "Racist brat." I muttered. "Your attitude makes me feel sick."

"By being in your head, I can tell what you really think." Draco said tauntingly. "Besides, what did that song by Swish and Flick say that you live by? 'You're the hottest boy in Slytherin', wasn't it?"

"It also says 'I love the way you make your little house elves crawl'." I retorted. "You think I believe that?"

"Well, you were totally on board with 'I'll be your most devoted witch'. Even though you're not a witch."

I was silent. He was touching on something I didn't talk about much. I had a crush on the cute, blonde

Slytherin Prince. He was right. This wasn't the Draco of the books, or the movies. This was my interpretation of Draco – the one who just loved to play with girls' hearts and would only stop if he found the right girl. It did sort of join the interpretation of the band Swish and Flick, who had a whole song devoted to him.

"I still don't appreciate your racism." I muttered.

"Look, you're making me date a mudblood." Draco pointed out. "Doesn't that tell you I'm willing to accept... some of them?"

"I'd tell you to accept Hermione before I'd call you unbiased."

"Even if Granger wasn't a mudblood, I still wouldn't like her."

The familiar voice spoke up again. "I think you forgot what I do every time you say that word." I heard the sound of two slaps.

"I'm getting out of here as soon as possible." Draco's voice muttered.

And now he was here, real. I didn't know how he did it.

"Go away, Draco." I muttered. "And let go of me."

Draco took no notice. "You're frozen." he remarked. "Why don't you wear something warmer if this makes you feel like a popsicle?"

"I don't have anything warmer, thank you very much." I snapped. "Go away."

"Oh, but surely I can help you with that." Draco said flirtatiously. "And I can't go away. Remember? I came from your head."

"You're out of my head now." I reminded him. "So you can leave."

"I want to." Draco said. "Trust me, I don't want to hang around a bunch of Muggles. But for some reason, you creating me tied me to you, so I'm stuck with you. And I can't even hex you if you annoy me!"

"Why not?" I asked. "Not like there's a Ministry of Magic who'll snap your wand if you hex some Muggle." I used a mocking tone.

"That's it!" Draco said, his voice dramatic. "There is no magic in this world! It's not just everyone else! I can't use magic at all! I'm like a useless Squib or a worthless Muggle!"

"Watch it, pal." I snapped. "This world is populated with non-magical people, and they won't appreciate you calling them Muggles. You don't want to annoy everyone. Especially if you can't do anything to them."

"I don't care."

"You will when you get slapped in the face."

"You know very well that I get that from Fern. But she's cute. If some Muggle dares to slap me in the face, I'll slap them straight back."

I tried to turn back to face him, and this time, he let me. I was suddenly staring into a pale, pale face, heart-shaped – although it was a long skinny heart. Moonlight shone through my window and caught Draco's eyes, making them seem more blue than grey. His perfect blonde hair also caught the moonlight. His usual smirk was in place, making him look more attractive. If he'd looked serious, his fairly handsome face would have looked a lot less appealing.

"I've never seen your face before." he commented. "I was always on the page, knowing you were there but unable to see you, or in your head, behind your eyes. I got a good look at your sneakers and those Seventies boots, but not your face."

"So?" I said. "Why would you want to see my face?"

"So I can see what you really think." he said. "If only I was skilled in Leglimency, but as it is, I'll have to settle for your eyes."

I childishly shut them. "I'm trying to sleep, you know." I snapped.

"Fine." Draco said coolly. "But you'll have to open them sometime..."

"You know, you could at least get out of my bed. I'm sure you don't have to be that close to me."

"And leave you shivering?"

"I'm not cold." I insisted, although I had goosebumps from how cold the night was.

"Honestly, girl, get a grip!" Draco sighed. "It's not like I'm asking for your V-card, as you girls call it. I'm simply offering to help you get warmer. And it doesn't involve removing barriers, you're not that cold."

He was arguing logically. How was I meant to argue with that? I sighed. "OK, OK. How old are you here?"

"Turned eighteen last June. You?"
"Eighteen as of the end of January." It was April, so Draco was six months older than me, I realized. "Now can I get some sleep?"

"I'm not stopping you."

It looked like if he was tied to me, he'd be coming to university with me the next day. But I just hoped he wouldn't have to come into class with me. Lectures would be fine, but I only had those on Mondays. The only real saving grace was that I was living on my own.

Draco still lay close to me, slipping an arm around my waist. I had to admit, it was a lot warmer with him there, and I drifted off slightly quicker than usual.

So, what do you think? Please, please, PLEASE review! If you do, you get your own virtual Draco Malfoy...or if you prefer, just name your wizard heartthrob – or witch, if that's the case. Just review, please!