A/n:

Here is the next chapter, enjoy.

Disclaimer: sadly i don't own the characters :( they belong to the AMAZING J.K Rowling.

Thinking of you

"Do you hear that?" Ron mumbled sleepily, tapping Blaise's shoulder. Blaise groaned and rolled over to face Ron

"It's keeping you up, too?" Blaise asked. Ron nodded as the sound of giggling became louder and louder.

"I guess that means their getting along just fine." Ron whispered to himself.

"Um, Ron can I ask you a question?" Blaise said looking at the ground.

"Why not." Ron shrugged

"Do you have any feelings for Hermione?"

"No, none more than on a sister level. Why?"

"Ikindalikeher" Blaise said quickly

"Sorry. Come again."

"I said I kind of like her." Blaise said slower now.

"You should ask her out." Ron replied rolling over to try to fall asleep as Blaise did the same.

In Dream land

Voldemort leaned over Harry slowly tracing his long, crooked, pale finger on the lighting bolt shaped scar that christened Harry's for head. Harry winced at his touch, it fell as though is skin was beginning to melt off and bead down his face like tears tracing his jaw line and slowly descending to the floor where it would all pool together. Harry attempted to pull his wand from his back pocket of his stone washed jeans, but failed miserably landing him chained to the wall buy invisible bonds Voldemort shot from his already drawn wand. He reached for Harry's wand, removed it from is pocket and twirled it in his fingers.

"Now that your defenseless, lets see how you react to this." Voldemort beckoned his hand toward a dark corner that soon filled with light only to reveal Bellatrix Lestrange with Hermione firmly in her grasp and Lucius Malfoy with Draco in his. Both Bellatrix and Lucius both had there wands pressed firmly in Hermione and Draco's necks. Bellatrix pushed Hermione forward and threw her to the ground.

"Crucio" Bellatrix cried. Hermione's body overtaken by pain sobbed and screamed. Her screams became louder and louder and more piercing as Bellatrix held the curse on her. Harry pulled at his invisible bonds to try to do something to try to help, but was unable to do anything.

"No! Not Hermione! Please use it on me not her!" Harry yelled. Voldemort completely ignored him, now motioning for Lucius to knock his son to the ground. Lucius pulled his wand from his cane and raised it at his own son. Giving both him and Harry one last sneer. He slightly opened his mouth.

"Avada Kedavra" Lucius screamed. There was a blinding flash of green light and Draco's body lied face up, with an expression of terror forever to be transfixed on it.

"Potter! Potter, wake up!" Draco said loudly nudging Harry who was currently flailing about in his bed. Draco attempted to shake Harry's shoulder once more, but once caused Harry to roll of the other side of the bed. A loud thud rang out, fallowed by a groan.

"Voldemort! Hermione! Draco! Torture! Killing Curse!" was all Harry managed to pant out not realizing who he was even talking too.

"What are you on about?" Draco asked

"your alive!" Harry stuttered "but, but, your father killed you!"

"Your off your rocker, Potter." Draco replied. After several moments Harry realized that he was only dreaming and decided he should probably get dressed seeing as how Draco was half dressed. Harry assumed this was because he had stopped to wake him. They both were soon fully dressed and walked out to the common room where the sent of bacon laced the air. Everyone else was already awake, so Harry and Draco took the two remaining seats at the table.

"Harry are you ok?" Hermione asked in a concerned motherly voice

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"What was that loud bang earlier?" Dean asked curiously

"Oh. That was me I fell out of bed." Harry stated casually as if that sort of thing happens a lot with him.

"Did you have another dream?" Ron asked

"No." Harry lied plainly giving Draco a look as if asking him with his eyes to not bring it up. Draco understood and promptly nodded at Harry. Harry gazed at his plate, reliving his dream vividly. He heard Hermione's scream and saw the look of pain on her face when she was being tortured. Harry cringed slightly and Seamus took notice.

"I think I'm just going to go lie down for a bit" Harry said getting up from the table and heading toward the door that lead into his and Draco's room.

"But you haven't even eaten." Ron said

"I'm not hungry" Harry huffed. Walking into his room and slamming the door behind him. The Slytherins all unsure of how to react to this just stared blankly at each other.

"I'm really worried about him." Hermione said pushing her plate away.

Harry threw himself onto his bed and screwed his eyes shut trying to block out the thought of his dream. His attempt failed as he started to contemplate why it bothered him so much that Draco had been killed. He had witnessed a similar even with Cedric Diggory in his fourth year and yet this seemed to hurt him more. Maybe it was because even if Draco and him hated each other he could never imagine him being killed. Maybe it was because after so many encounters with death it scares you to face it again or maybe it was seeing Lucius kill his son, his own flesh and blood, his heir so willingly. It played in his head again like a bad muggle filmstrip. Hermione's screams stifled his thoughts and his eyes broke open only to see the red ceiling on his side of the room.

He needed to take his mind of his nightmare somehow. Harry crawled down to the foot of his bed and began to root through his trunk. He pulled out a tattered, folded piece of parchment. "I solemnly swear I'm up to no good." Harry muttered pointing his wand at the center of the parchment. Ink began to appear on the page to reveal the Marauder's map. Harry watched the dots float across the page. He took notice to one labeled Dumbledore that seemed to be pacing in his study. Harry took notice of Neville's dot, he traced it to the Defense Against the Dark Arts room. Harry wished he was going there too. Not only was Defense Against the Dark Arts his favorite subject but it always managed to get him into a different mind set. Harry placed the tip of his wand to the center of the map "mischief managed" he whispered and the map slowly disappeared. As he watched the nicknames of his father and his best friends fade off the page his thoughts turned to Sirius. Harry wished he was still alive. Not only did he still believe that it was his fall that Sirius had been killed he wanted to be able to look to him for help like he did for the two years before he died. A single tear escaped Harry's eye and ran down his face and landed on his pillow. It was fallowed by more and more, until Harry finally fell asleep once again.

A/n:

i'm sorry it wasn't very long even though i said i would write longer chapters. the next will be very long i promise! i just thought that was a good place to end it at. You can expect the next chapter to be up monday night.

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