Ok - This is really just the beginning of a, well very long Dramione series!! I haven't exactly thought of an original name for it yet, but maybe as my writing goes on something will pop up out of the blue... or you guys can help me out if you come up with something. What I am about to share with you has been on my mind for an age! And have only really found time and the inspiration to crack on with it just recently. So here it goes.... please feel free to right what you think about it – would be much apreacheated! [Sorry about the rubbish spelling and grammar! But hey it's just for fun! :D]
However comfortable Draco felt in his warm double sized bed… he knew what that sound meant. After a few seconds of great difficulty, he found what he was searching for and went back to his much needed sleep.
"Mr. Draco Sir."
A few more seconds past.
Somehow there was suddenly an enormous amount of light in the room which surrounded Draco. Did he turn on the light? That couldn't be right, if that where the case then why could he not see any of his belongings? Was he dead? Now he knew what people said about seeing the 'Light'.
It was now suddenly very cold. What was going on?! Is death really meant to be this strange? Draco searched again for the reason why he was so cold. Nothing.
"Mr. Draco sir…It is time to wake up now. Mrs. Malfoy gave Dobby orders. Dobby follows the orders in which he is given… if Dobby does not wish to be a bad house elf sir."
This time Draco could feel himself being shoved? Shoved!? What kind of death is this? Did I really disserve this?