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„No story, no characterisation and no idea is original anymore. Everything exists somewhere already. A writers job is to create an interesting world, that satisfies both himself and his readers."

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Never abandon your stories. - MWE

Everybody knew Draco Malfoy hated Harry Potter Everybody knew that the Slytherin was proud to the extent of being arrogant. Everybody knew that he didn´t let anybody close to him. Nobody knew that Draco liked to sneak out of the Slytherin dorm to read in peace in one of the former and long forgotten Slytherin common rooms.

Everybody knew Harry Potter. Who doesn´t know harry Potter? Everybody knew that the Gryffindor liked to wander. Everybody knew that he liked to walk into dangerous situations. Nobody knew Harry liked to walk into the most dangerous territory of the school, the former Slytherin common room.

Everybody knew not to wander around at night. Everybody knew not to wander around in Hogwards, especially at night. The school was dangerous. Teachers could find you or you could be scared for life. Everybody knew that, many listened, a few didn´t. They went out to search for secrets, adventure, not jet love, immature first years they are. Later that night they returned to their rooms. With teary eyes and hoarse lungs, they tried to tell their tail, but now audible words came out. Later on they decided on an answer: "Don´t, absolutely DON'T wander around at night."

Everybody in Hogwards was asleep, or should be. The fire crackled lazily and muffled screams echoed though the school halls. A blonde shot up from his comfortable sleeping position, effectively throwing the book, that served as a great light block, to the ground. A soft unsatisfied whine was heard. Draco reached down and threaded through the dark locks of the boy, who laied sprawled over his feet and abdomen. The only kind of response he got was purring.

"Get up Harry, I know you are awake."

"So soft..."

Draco smiled at the boy, who kind of reminded him of a cat, he once had.

"Get. Up. Potter!"

"Nya!"

Originally a oneshot, but now a spinn of of the original idea. If you are interestet in the main story, please go to "Draco and the Cheshirecat". This work can also stay on it´s own if you see fit.