Holy mother of Harry! Im really getting far on this fanfic. The chapters are not really long but Im happy with it anyways.
Sorry again for the lack of updates, truth to be told I have had this up at Word and knowing exactly what to write but I was too lazy to do it xD
Dont kill me! I hope that you will like this chapter and such

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Oh, and I don't own Harry Potter in any way ;_; exept this fanfic

Draco stared into the mirror, was this some kind of sick joke?
He looked up at the mirror, 'Mirror of Erised'. Blaise laid a hand around Draco's waist. "The mirror of Erised, it shows us our hearts deepest desire."
Suddenly Draco let out a scream, he broke free from Blaises arms and ran towards the mirror and kicked it, screaming and hitting it. He didn't stop until he heard a cracking noise and looked up.
A big crack was decorating its side, making him see 4 Draco's staring back at himself. 'That was almost too eas-' he didn't even had time to finish thinking that though before suddenly he felt a shock go right through his body, right pass his heart. He could see a light blue flame around himself before his body was thrown like a ragdoll across the room, making him hit the wall and throwing all air out of his lungs, making him fall down on the floor, gasping for air.
He looked up to the now whole mirror. Blaise ran to his side, "Are you OK?!" he almost screamed and ran to Draco's side and helped him up to his feets. Draco suddenly started to cry, he hated Harry so much and didn't know what to do and all those feelings turned into tears.
Blaise held him close and patted him on the back and Draco felt comfort in his arms. It took a while for him to collect himself enough to stop crying and get out of Blaises arms. "Sorry." He mumbled, didn't even look Blaise in the eye.
Blaise kissed Dracos lips tenderly and took his arm and smiled. "Let's go and eat breakfast." He took Draco by his hand and lead him out of the room and to the corridor, it was cold but he was glad that he found a jacket inside the room to wear.
They went down the corridor and down the stairs until they came to the great hall and sat down by the tables. But Draco didn't see, he just sat there and thought about the mirror.
It must be joking, it was impossible! He took a bite of the chicken that Blaise offered him before looking over to the Gryffindor table and there he was, the fucking Gryffindorer. His jet black hair laid over one of his eyes. His body was slim and he was currently eating a sandwich, like most days.
Not that he stalked Harry or anything, no. He looked down to his plate and saw that chicken piece on his place. He knew in the back of his mind that he should eat, it was days since he had last eaten anything. But he didn't feel like it, he had to get back to that mirror!
Blaise looked at him, "Do you also have potionclass later at mid-day?" he asked with a smile, making Dracos heart skip a beat. Shit, he had class. And even worse: Class with Harry.
He gave out an annoyed sound before dropping his head on the table, missing his plate with an inch. He sighed before standing up, excusing himself and then went back all the way to his room and dropped down on the bed.
He forced himself to move and take off his cloths and go into the shower. He felt his muscles relax as the warm water hit his body. When Draco went out, the cold air hit him in the chest as a large hammer and made him quickly grab the towel to dry himself. He looked up at the big mirror in the side of the room and another Draco looked back at him but he couldn't bring himself to look into his eyes.
He felt so tired, as if he hadn't slept in ages. He put on a pair of boxers before he laid down on his bed and closed his eyes just for a second.

He woke up with a scream as he pulled himself out of the darkness, his cheeks wet from tears. He looked at his watch, the lesion would begin in five minutes and he didn't even have any clothes on. Ooops
He quickly put a pair of pants and a T-shirt with his tie before he grabbed his bag and half-ran out of the common room and out in the castle. It was warm as the morning turned into day. Draco felt that every step was heavy and he felt pretty light headed..
He shook his head to get it away and the stonewalls stared at him as he opened the door to the classroom, making all of his classmates turn their eyes towards him. Draco went towards Crabe and Goyle as he heard a voice, Harrys voice to be exact.
"Your shirt is inside out." He looked down, oh shit, it was. He sighed as he put his bag on an empty table and took off his tie and then his shirt.
EVERY eye in the classroom looked at him, undressing him with his eyes and he looked at Blaise with an 'innocent' stare. He turned his shirt so that it was right way this time before putting it back on.
He swore that he heard a few girls make a sad noise. He also ignored the sound of a camera click as he sat down and looked at slughorn who stuttering again explained what one could do with a living dead potion. Draco felt as if the world was moving around, jumping up and down and making backflips.
He raised a hand in the air, "Slughorn, I don't feel really well, I will go to my room." He stood up and took his bag from the table. He could see black spots appear in front of his eyes as he walked some steps towards the door.
The black dots grew bigger and bigger and he dropped the bag that seemed to weight a ton. Then the floor seemed to get closer and closer. When he hit it, the world turned black and a ringing tone was drowning his classmates scream of panic.

He could only see one thing through the darkness, a pair of worried green eyes and black hair screaming his name.
And then the world went into darkness.

Gwahaha, Im so evil towards Draco :D

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abit longer

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