A thin beam of light shone from underneath the office door, piercing the darkness in the hospital wing. Draco Malfoy sat up in bed, feeling a little groggy and rather strange. He couldn't understand what was going on. Why was he in the hospital wing? He felt fine… Okay, he was a little grouchy and his head hurt a bit. However, it was nothing bad enough for a night in the hospital wing.

Then he sat up and thought about it. 'Ah,' said a little voice inside his head, 'the episode at dinner.' He groaned in embarrassment. "The episode indeed," he muttered in the dark. He had collapsed in front of everyone. But why? He remembered singing and having a bit of fun, then the next thing he knew, he was here. 'Well, that sucks,' he thought to himself folding his arms.

He remembered Professor Snape being really angry with him, but that confused him as well. What had he done wrong? He was just telling his friends that he lead a glamorous life. What was everyone's problem?

What confused him more than anything were all these new feelings. Sure, he usually had feelings, he was human after all, but they all felt intensified, sharp. Every emotion was clearer and deeper and more defined than before. It really was giving him a headache; he felt dizzy and it bothered him. Then just as before, his throat tingled and his tummy swam with weird feelings until…

"I'm so dizzy my head is spinning, like a whirlpool it never ends, and it's you that's making me spin, you're making me dizzy, yeah." Draco tried to stop singing while was doing it, he really did, but after he stopped singing it made sense as to why he had done it. He felt dizzy, so he sang it. Simple.

He looked around in the dark and then down at the hospital pyjamas he was wearing. He looked at the clock on the wall. It was only ten o'clock. He had not been here very long, so where were his friends? Surely they would want to be here when he woke up, and Curfew certainly didn't stop them. Had he annoyed them too, like Professor Snape? Didn't they care? He was so confused and it just made his head hurt even more. It was cold in the hospital wing, so Draco lay back down in bed, pulling the covers up to his neck. He suddenly felt awfully lonely.

Pansy watched one of her four best friends sitting in a hospital bed and looking around; he was looking for them, probably. Crabbe, Goyle and Blaise and herself were in Madam Pomfrey's office waiting for Professor Snape to come back with the test results.

After Draco had collapsed, everyone had immediately stopped laughing, knowing something was wrong. People simply did not sing at the top of their voices; dance around like a Veela in mating season then collapse on the floor, especially when your name was Draco Malfoy. Draco didn't sing at all, in front of anyone. Okay, that was a little lie, he did sing under his breath all the time. Strangely enough, Draco loved music. Often people thought he was muttering or cursing under his breath, but she knew different: Pansy had caught him humming little tunes and recognised lyrics now and then. But on the table in the Great Hall? Now, Draco didn't like music that much.

She was genuinely concerned for her friend. He was normally quite reserved and sophisticated. Being bought up in a rich and respectable family set you in a certain way, to a certain standard, and normally Draco had very high standards.

Blaise sighed from a chair in the corner and Crabbe and Goyle were sitting on the desk. Everyone was silently lost in his or her own thoughts. Pansy saw Draco lay back down; he hadn't seen her watching through the blinds. Maybe she should just check if he was okay. It was when she opened the door that she realised that he was singing again.

"Living alone, I think of all the friends I've known, when I dial the telephone, nobody's home. All by myself, don't wanna be, all by myself, anymore…" She closed the door with a sharp click when she heard Crabbe and Goyle laughing quietly from the table. Blaise sat with a smirk on his face at the sound.

"You guys think this is really funny, don't you?" Pansy fumed. "Well, it's not, not in the slightest, guys! Someone has done something to him! Why is he singing about everything? It's just not… Draco…ish." She flopped into the chair, messaging her temples. How long would he have to keep humiliating himself like this?

"Come on, Pansy!" Blaise responded from the corner. "It's not that bad, you're acting as though he's got some fatal disease or something. He's just singing, what's wrong with that? Draco loves music."

"That is not the point, Zabini, and you know it. He has a reputation to keep; he's become the laughing stock of the school." Pansy said through gritted teeth, emphasising her friend's last name to get the point across. Their argument didn't develop any further as Professor Snape came and drank a shot of vodka from one of the bottles, completely ignoring Pansy when she pointed out that was for medical use. He then pushed Crabbe and Goyle off the desk and sat down, the same blank expression as before.

"Well, sit down then! What do you think, I have all night?" he barked at his students, who immediately scuttled to sit down in front of their Head of House. They sat in silence, waiting for the professor to speak. He spoke in a calm and reserved tone, contrasting his sudden outburst.

"It seems Mr. Malfoy has a certain liking for music." He knew one of them would make a comment at that, as they rolled their eyes. He raised his hand, preventing any comments from being spoken aloud. "What I meant to say is, that Mr. Malfoy's fondness of music has leaded him to this. He's had a 'Soul Expressions' spell and potion placed on him." Snape stared at blank faces. Oh Merlin, did children these days know nothing? He almost sighed but resisted the urge, taking a calming breath and continuing on.

"The 'Soul Expressions' spell was invented in the 15th century by a woman whose husband was cruel to her; she knew deep down he loved her and wanted him to show it. It makes the bearer extremely aware of emotions that may have been overlooked in the past, or kept hidden. Whoever cast this on Mr. Malfoy wanted him to pay a lot more attention to his feelings. This spell and potion can't wear off until he admits whatever it is that made the person cast it in the first place."

Silence.

"DRACO IS SINGING WHAT HE REALLY FEELS!" Snape yelled, giving up on the calm approach. The children in front of him responded a lot better to that, and they all muttered various comments: 'oh', 'that makes sense' and 'okay'.

"So how do you remove it?" said Pansy, almost shaking with worry.

"I told you, until he admits something to himself, there is no removal of the spell's effects. Do you have any idea what it would be? Or the reason someone would cast this on him?" Snape said, piercing the three with a glare, trying to prevent any lies. The group all shook their heads, and he believed them.

"What heartless bastards!" Pansy muttered, just before she burst out crying into her hands. The four men in room all looked unsure what to do. Blaise went to give her a hug, but she screamed "Don't touch me!" sobbing even harder. Crabbe rolled his eyes at the only female of his friends.

"Pansy, I think you're on o something," Goyle pointed out. "Draco is a heartless bastard, isn't he?"

"I WAS TALKING ABOUT THE CASTER!" She snapped back, the words slightly muffled from her hysteria.

"You've got a point there, Goyle," Blaise said looking at everyone. "People often hate Draco because of his cold exterior; maybe someone was trying to make him feel. Be less of the heartless bastard he is."

"Well, that certainly makes sense, seeing as that's what the potion is for. You've basically just repeated what I said," Professor Snape muttered. "Well, it's not a big deal, it will be annoying, humiliating and highly inappropriate, but you're going to have to put up with it until he admits whatever emotion that person was trying to make him feel. Until then, you three are to make sure he doesn't do anything stupid. With all of his sharpened feelings and emotions, he's going to get very distressed over something small. Anger, sadness, grief or especially depression has to be avoided at all costs. Who knows what the boy would do!" Snape's worried tone unsettled them all.

"So you're telling me he feels everything stronger now?"

"Yes, fourteen times stronger than everyone else, to be precise."

"Why fourteen?"

"Well, it seems the potion maker wasn't that skilled. It's supposed to be fifteen times, but they didn't put enough powered monkroot into the concoction."

"Well, if it's a potion, give him another one, an antidote," Goyle replied.

"Mr. Goyle, if I could give him an antidote then I would have already, it's a spell AND a potion," Snape snapped. Oh, how he adored children and their cute little faces! He almost cringed at that thought. "Anyway children, bed now, I don't expect to find you at Draco's side until at least 6 am. He will be released tomorrow before breakfast. You may go now."

Pansy, Crabbe, Goyle and Blaise rose from their chairs and walked silently out the doors. They all stared at Draco in shock when they saw what he was doing.

"Baa baa black sheep have you any wool? Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full, one for the Master, one for the Dame and one for the little boy who lives down the lane. Baa baa…"

"What the fuck? Oh, this is rich!" Blaise said, holding back laughter. Crabbe and Goyle were walking out the infirmary snickering as soon as they heard Draco's song. Professor Snape stepped out the office and paused just before locking the door.

"Why is he singing that song, Professor?" Pansy exclaimed, looking distressed.

"Counting sheep, I suppose."

"Sheep? SHEEP! THIS BOY IS DRIVING ME INSANE! COUNTING SHEEP! I'M GOING TO KILL HIM WHEN HE'S BETTER. I'M GOING TO CUT OFF HIS—"

"Pansy, could you be quiet please? I'm trying to sleep…"

"EUURRRRHHHH!"

"Dizzy", a song by Tommy Roe which was a worldwide smash hit single in 1969. Which later became a hit for Vic Reeves in 1991. "Baa Baa Black Sheep" is an English nursery rhyme, sung to a variant of the 1761 French melody Ah! vous dirai-je, Maman.

Fanfiction by Faith Valconbridge . This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.