Deep within the Slytherin dormitories, a young pointy faced boy lay between the forest green covers of a relatively large and comfortable looking bed. His fine blonde hair was plastered to his sweaty face and his body twitched feverishly in his sleep as two friends watched over him.
"What do you think he's dreaming about Blaise?" A short, black-haired girl asked the only other occupant of the room. Her eyebrows furrowed, and her face filled with worry.
"Who cares?" the boy, Blaise, sleepily replied looking out the window, and then asked "You got a camera Pansy?"
"I care, and, you will not be taking a photo of my future husband looking like that!" she haughtily replied, sticking her nose into the air and turning her head away.
"NO!" cried Draco, suddenly awakening from his sleep, sitting straight in his bed his bed sheets sticking to his sweat laden limbs, causing both Blaise and Pansy to stare in shock.
"You don't want to marry me?" Pansy asked, her bottom-lip trembling and tears forming in her eyes as Blaise chuckled venomously in the corner.
"No, I was ugly!"