Draco-Untitled

This is the second chapter… hope you enjoy it!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter

Draco had a terrible sleep that night. He dreamed that he was locked in a small room. He reached for the doorknob, which turned into a snake when he touched it. The snake grew larger and longer, and its massive body filled the room, suffocating him. He tried to fire a curse at it, but suddenly his parents were there, crying out to him, trying to reach him. Then the great snake morphed into Lord Voldermort, who raised his wand with thin, ghostly fingers, and laughed, and the room was suddenly bright green, and Narcissa's screams pierced Draco like cold steel…

Gasping, Draco woke up. His left arm was throbbing, and when he hastily ripped off the bandage he'd wrapped around it, the Dark Mark leered at him, jet-black against his pale skin. Sickened by this sight, he suddenly retched, and he rushed, bare-feet, to the bathroom.

Kneeling shakily by the toilet, Draco wiped his mouth. The weight of what he had to do suddenly forced itself upon him. What have I done? he thought, frightened. Father, locked up in Azkaban, and mother, alone in Malfoy Manor… if he, Draco Malfoy, fail to do what the Dark Lord had told him to, he, and his family, would die…

For some reason, he thought of Harry Potter. He's lucky, he mused. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named had murdered his parents when he had barely knew the, he wouldn't remember them so mush. What you don't know won't kill you. But if the Dark Lord… no, he couldn't think of that, he wouldn't… mother…

"Hullo?" Crabbe's voice came from outside. Draco, startled, hastily put on his sweater which he'd taken off just now, hiding the Dark Mark again. He then stood up, arranged his face into the usual smooth, cold expression, and pushed open the door. Crabbe was staring at him, his pudgy hands clutching his stomach. "Wha' you doing there?" he asked.

"It's my business if I want to use the toilet, Crabbe," Draco drawled. "I see you've been pigging out at dinner again. Don't forget to flush, you know, or else it'll stink like hell." He then strode past Crabbe, heading back to his bed.