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Nightmares of the Subconscious

This is a story that I wish would happen, it won't but I can still wish it would.

It is based around Rowling characters, but not her story lines. They are totally my ideas when it comes to the relationships where characters become involved.

Rowling doesn't do it like that. But I do. This is not Rowling's fan fic it's mine.

Draco awoke with a start.

"What the hell!" He jumped out of his bed and looked around the floor. Then he brushed his hands over his body rapidly.

"What's wrong?" Goyle asked, as he wiped the sleep from his eyes.

"I guess I was dreaming about bugs, lots of bugs." Draco stated then looked at the other boy and sneered. "What's it to you?"

"Don't know, just wondered." Goyle stated then turned over and went back to sleep.

Draco didn't, he sat up in an overstuffed chair in the middle of the common room for the rest of the night with the fireplace burning brightly.

The next morning in Potions class he nearly fell asleep at his desk. After classes in the Quidditch Pitch, he was even to tired to pick on anyone. Harry stared at him

and thought it was amusing when Draco almost fell from his broom. Madame Hooch was not amused, not in the least.

"Go to the hospital wing and get Madame Pomfrey to make you a potion to keep you awake during classes. I well not have injuries in practice." She stated then walked in a huff off the field.

Meanwhile...

That night after everyone had returned to their common rooms, Harry and Ron sat laughing about the way Draco was acting.

"Stupid git, looked like he fell asleep on his broom." Ron laughed as he sat with Harry.

"Yeah, did you see him fall in his potion cup this morning." Harry was nearly rolling with laughter.

"Yeah and then he walked into that wall after sup." Ron was holding his sides.

"You two are sure having fun. What's going on?" Hermione asked as she joined the two.

"Didn't you notice Malfoy in Potions this morning." Harry inquired.

"No, I was actually listening so I can pass." Hermione opened a book and started to read.

Meanwhile...

Draco looked through his bed thoroughly, then looked under it, after satisfying himself, he jumped in and snuggled down, pulling the covers up over his head.

Dream form...

Draco walked slowly up a very high steep flight of stairs, as he neared the doors the stairs would expand. He seemed to climb forever. Finally he reached the golden doors, but just as he stepped forward to grab the knocker, a trap door gave way below him. He yelled out and then felt himself fall he looked down and saw himself looking up covered in spiders and worms.

With a screech he jumped out of his bed and went straight to his knees, touching and feeling his body to make sure that it hadn't been real.

Meanwhile...

Harry got tired of reading and decided to put out the candle and sleep for awhile.

Dream form...

Harry walked down a flight of silver stairs and found himself in the Slytherin common room. Everyone greeted him warmly. He looked down at his robes and saw the dark green and silver of the Slytherins. He then walked over to a mirror and looked. He was still himself, except that he was wearing the robes of a Slytherin, a rich looking robe. His hair and eyes were the same.

"Harry, what's the matter?" A pretty red head asked as she walked up and put her arms around his neck. She was also wearing the Slytherin colors and she was,

Ginny. Why was Ginny in Slytherin? Why was he?

"Hey Harry, time to go mate." A very familiar voice called out to him. Seamus Finnegan stood holding a broom and waiting for him. Seamus a half-blood in Slytherin?

What the hell is going on? He left the common room and followed his friend to the Quidditch pitch.

"Come on Slytherin!" A group of first and second years called out. Harry looked over his team. There was Seamus, Ginny, Malfoy, Goyle, Nott, Zambini and another he didn't recognize. Then he looked to the opposing team. There sitting across from him was, Dean, two second years, a third year, Ron and Pavarti. The Gryffindor team glared at him and the rest of the Slytherins. When the Quaffle was set loose the Gryffindors meant business. Draco came up next to Harry and winked.

"You go left, Finnegan and I will keep em off ya." He smiled then tore off. He looked back and saw Draco hit a bludger right at Ron, Harry felt his stomach lurch.

He saw the snitch, maybe I can end this horror if I catch it. Harry thought. He grabbed the snitch and was about to head to the ground when the Gryffindor beater launched a bludger right at his head. The beater was Ron. He was glaring and meant to hurt Harry. Harry darted out of the way then quickly landed and held up the snitch. Slytherin won...

After the meet, they headed for their common room to celebrate. There in the center of the room was none other then Lucius Malfoy and Professor Snape, they were in good moods. Lucius walked over and patted both Malfoy and Harry on the shoulders. "Fine game, fine."

"Well Potter, that is the fifth in a row you've won this year. Well done, well done. But what else can we expect from our star player." Snape clutched Harry's shoulder and sort of smiled, as good as Snape could. "And to think, I had misgivings about you being in Slytherin."

"Hey Potter, let's go harass Ginny's brother again and his mud blood girl friend. Last time you caused him to break out in a rash every time Hermione came near him.

That was great. You remember in 2nd year when you called that Granger a mud blood, then that Weasley tried to curse you and ended up cursing himself."

Harry looked at Malfoy, what is he talking about. I didn't call her a mud-blood. He did. Ron didn't try to curse me, he tried to curse Malfoy.

"Yeah, that was really great." Harry went along with Malfoy. Ginny came over and gave Harry a quick kiss on the cheek and then did the same to Malfoy, who brushed his hand against her arm.

"What's going on?" She asked then leaned back and rested her head on Malfoy's chest and put her legs across Harry's lap. Harry could see she was very comfortable with both of them. He looked at Malfoy who was giving Ginny a pure look of lust and wondered just how familiar they were.