A/N: Hi guys! I know I have two unfinished fanfics going on right now, but this one right here is for a contest on Facebook and I think you'll really like it. I know I do. ;) Chapter 1 coming soon!
Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, and anything from the series (c) J.K. Rowling. I own the story plot for this particular fanfiction, and nothing more... sadly.
Draco Malfoy was running. He always found himself running in his dreams, but he always forced himself to wake up before the really bad parts started. He'd learned to do it after the first couple times; no need for questions from the Slytherins who shared his dormitory. No need for anyone to find out there were darker things going on at the Malfoy Manor than things involving magic.
But when it came to the point where he wasn't sleeping at all, which started in his fifth year, he started looking for an escape, somewhere he could sleep and not have to worry about how he looked while he suffered through the nightmares—which, in hindsight, never really gave him that much more rest, but at the time, he wasn't thinking clearly at all. He was only looking to hide... and that was when he found the Room of Hidden Things.
At first, he simply found some blankets for himself, and a pillow, and slept like that inbetween study times, classes, Quidditch practice and everything else that kept him away from the Room. It took a while for Crabbe and Goyle to start asking questions about where he was going, and even then, Draco simply changed the subject and distracted them—which, in all honesty, wasn't all that difficult. Inside the room itself, Draco eventually dug out a cavern from one of the mountains of miscellaneous things, and created a bedroom of sorts for when he wanted to be alone. The Room began producing a sleeping potion for him, and for once, he was finally able to sleep dreamlessly.
He'd never factored in the possibility that someone would find out about his hiding place... but he would remember the day well when he discovered his secret.