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Due to a misunderstanding, I am reposting this under a new title and profile. It used to be "Blood and Passion" under the profile "Valere Rose". Sorry for the confusion.
The rain was pouring, draining the blood from the alley. The alley where she killed her last victim. She looked up as a sound caught her attention. An open window lead her to a small room of the Leaky Cauldron. She silently leapt to perch on the window sill. A platinum blonde haired young man was feverishly tossing in his sleep.
How do I know him? His face was so familiar. The soft lips and high cheek bones. She had a faint memory of those beautiful eyes. Ones that could pierce into your very soul. But he was from her past. A past that she no longer knew.
She walked over to his sleeping form, making not a sound. His head turned frantically from a nightmare. She laid a gentle hand on his chest and kissed him on the forehead. Why? And then she vanished like the mist.
A girl was in his room. No. A woman! She touched him and kissed his forehead. And vanished…
Draco shot up in bed, sweat soaking his sheets. It was all a dream! But he walked over to the full length mirror. A blood stained kiss mark was on his forehead. He touched it and fainted.
When he woke again, some hours later, he was determined not to think about it. This was, after all, Diagon Alley, and many creatures lived here. Whoever it was that came to him obviously meant him no harm.
He quickly got dressed and threw his few possessions into his trunk. The taxi to the station would be here any time now, so he had to be ready. Draco knew all to well how bad it would be to miss that train.
Once at the station, and through platform 9 ¾, he could see all the students saying good-bye to their families. He knew no one was coming for him. They never did. As he scanned the crowd for familiar faces, he saw someone in the corner of the room. They had a hood drawn over their face, which hid the rest of their body as well. Draco could barely make out the shape of a woman, but he couldn't be sure.
As a father passed in front of his line of site, she seemed to vanish into the crowd. Vanish…
Draco made his way to the head of the cart. He had made Head Boy this year, and Professor McGonagall had written to meet her there when the train departed. He paused before opening the door, who would he find as the Head Girl? Probably that no good Mudblood Granger.
But there was no one in there. He made himself comfortable next to the window and was about to doze off until McGonagall made her entrance. "Good afternoon, Mister Malfoy. Now…I need you to know that the Head Girl will be joining you soon enough. Just not yet. Since you have no real need to go directly to the feast, Professor Dumbledore has requested a brief meeting with you in his office as soon as we arrive. Understand?"
Draco nodded and watched as she turned on her heal and left. He was happy to see her go. He hadn't got much sleep last night. The nightmares were becoming worse and they were even tormenting him during the day. He shut his eyes for a split second…and found that when he opened them, they were already at the school.