Chapter four- Nightmares

Harry was once again up in his dormitory, sitting in bed, doing nothing. Ron walked in and Harry had no time to pretend to be asleep.

"What's up with you, Mate," said Ron looking at Harry. "I've barely seen you except for class…and even then you don't really talk to me." Harry scowled at Ron, who looked incredulous.

"Don't look like that, Mate. You look like Malfoy," Ron said. Harry just stared.

"What are you looking like that for?" questioned Ron who couldn't place the look Harry was giving him. Harry turned on his side, willing himself to keep a steady face and not to cry.

"Sorry Mate…" began Ron, "I guess I don't realize how hard this is on you. With…You-Know-Who being back and all," Ron finished. Then he placed a sausage and some chicken on Harry's bedside table.

Harry looked at the food from tonight's dinner. Ron was really a great friend. Harry decided he better stop mourning, especially because he wasn't really mourning over Cedric, like he should be, but over Draco who had abandoned Harry so willingly.

Harry got out of bed and straightened his rumpled outfit. Then he made his way down to the common room. When he saw Ron, he tapped him on the shoulder.

"Thanks mate," he said. Ron smiled at Harry and Hermione came over. She hugged him.

"Oh Harry, we are really sorry, you know," she said. Harry just smiled. Tonight he would not think about Draco. He would just hang with his best friends, like old times. And that's exactly what he did. He hung out with them until past midnight, playing Wizards Chess and Exploding Snap. Eventually Hermione said they should all get some sleep and they headed back to the dormitory. They were the last ones arriving and as they changed into their night clothes, Ron whispered to Harry.

"Did you see that sixth year?" he asked. Harry shook his head. "Well, she was staring at you, Ron began. "And she was quite…er…lucky in the looks section," Ron winked. Harry nodded and climbed into bed. In fact, he had seen her, but he hadn't really thought about her that much. Harry realized that since, well, for a while now…since Cho had turned him down as she went to the Yule Ball with Cedric, Harry hadn't really been thinking of girls that much.

"Goodnight, mate," said Ron. "Night," Harry replied. And then, he drifted off to sleep.

There was a flash of green light and Cedric's body fell, motionless to the ground. Harry heard himself screaming as he looked up to see Wormtail carrying a bundle that looked like a sickening baby. Then, there was a flash as Harry saw Lucius Malfoy be unmasked by Voldemort. Instead of talking to Voldemort, however, Lucius looked straight at Harry.

"Stay away from my boy," he said. Harry was suddenly in the Prefects bathroom. Draco was there, taunting him.

"Stay away from me, stay away from me. You're not my type," Draco smirked. "I'd much rather date Pansy or maybe Millicent even!" he laughed a cold, high pitched laugh and Harry was once again facing Voldemort.

"Let me kill you, Harry Potter," said Voldemort.

"No! Draco, help me!" screamed Harry.

Draco stood watching him, and then he said, "No, I think I will let Voldemort kill you. You're not my type, Harry. I don't need you. Harry, Harry, Harry…" Draco was suddenly repeating his name rapidly. Harry didn't know what he was trying to achieve by constantly saying his name. All of a sudden Harry looked up to see Ron and Neville crowded around him, worrying looks on their faces. It had all been a dream.

"Uhm…Harry?" said Neville uncertainly. "Are you okay?"

Harry put on his glasses and realized he was drenched in sweat. Ron suddenly spoke up.

"Bad dream?" Harry nodded. Ron looked uncomfortable.

"Mate, you were screaming…for Draco to help you?" Harry searched his brain for a lie.

"Yeah, uhm…Voldemort was trying to kill me and Lucius was there…and uhm…he was telling Draco to kill me for Voldemort and I was screaming for Draco to not to kill me…" Harry finished weakly. "Malfoy the bastard," Harry added and looked up at Ron. Ron looked relieved.

"Oh," he said. "Sorry." And with that, Neville and Ron got back into bed and Harry removed his glasses. He thought that maybe he had forgotten about Draco. Maybe the whole Draco problem was gone. But, of course, that hadn't been true at all. Draco was now even part of Harry's dreams.