Draco jumped back in surprise. He hadn't expected Bill to be right there. His facial expression wasn't what it should have been. His usual care-free expression was replaced by one of dark humour. It was like looking into the mirror brought out some inside joke that only he could understand. By the silence coming from the normally chatty Weasley next to him, he could tell that this wasn't just some sort of prank to freak Draco out.

"W-what's going on?" George stammered. He hadn't moved from his standing position.

"I don't know," Draco admitted. He grabbed his clipboard and started taking notes furiously, mainly in an attempt to look away from Bill even for a moment.

"Why is he… smiling like that?"

"I don't know," Draco repeated, already getting annoyed with his company. Even with such strange circumstances, Draco would have preferred to be alone. Less distractions would mean that Draco could put his full mind on what was going on.

"He's looking at me," George announced as he pointed.

"Impossible, that's a two way mirror," Draco stated. He tried to not look bothered, but he was never known for being the bravest person in the world. He glanced up to see that Bill was definitely looking at George. When George moved, Bill's eyes moved.

"Well, that's unsettling," George commented. He sat down and Bill watched.

Draco scribbled down notes that were practically illegible. He wasn't really prepared for this. He had agreed with what Bill had said, and that it was most likely a case of sleep walking. This hardly seemed to be the case. He stood there for a long while and didn't move. In fact, Bill's hand didn't move a centimeter off the glass. Draco timed it. After a half an hour, Bill threw his head back and howled. It wasn't a normal howl, and it didn't exactly sound like one considering it came from a human. It was rather frightening, especially because in the next moment he began to bang his fists against the glass furiously.

Draco jumped up from his chair and took out his wand, and from the corner of his eye he saw George do the same. Bill's hands looked strange, and within a minute the glass broke. When it settled, Bill's hands looked bruised and bloody, but he didn't seem to notice.

"Bill?" George called.

Bill's head flicked to him, but he didn't move forward. He just stood there, oddly calm considering there was blood dripping off his fingers. Then, without warning, Bill slumped to the floor. Both men ran forward and put Bill on his back. He let out a tremendous snore.

Draco took out his wand and tried his best to get the shards of glass out of Bill's hands, and then waved his wand over Bill's hands to close up the wounds.

"Pretty intense sleep walking, huh?" George asked, obviously trying to diffuse the tension.

"I don't know what the hell that was, but sleepwalking wasn't it, Weasley," Draco replied. He didn't care to keep the professionalism in his tone anymore. In all honesty, the incident freaked him out. He had never seen anything like that before, nor had he read up on anything even close. Naturally, it wasn't like Draco spent his free time reading, but it was a mandatory component as part of his job.

With George's help, he and Draco got Bill back into his bed and tucked him in. Draco fixed the mirror, but knew this wouldn't be the last sleep trial they did with Bill, and next time it would no doubt have to be in a more secure room. As much as he didn't want to, he knew he was going to have to get outside help.

The next morning, all Draco wanted to do was go to bed. He knew it was going to screw up his sleep cycle, but no one said that being a Healer granted good working hours. He just wanted to fall into a deep sleep and not have to think about what he witnessed. He told Bill what had happened, and for the first time that entire night, Draco had been glad George had been there, as Bill didn't believe a word that had come from Draco's mouth until George affirmed it.

When he got home, Pansy wasn't there. She didn't technically live with him, after all. He suspected that she wanted to, considering how much time she spent there. He couldn't bring himself to do it. They were close and all, but he didn't feel like they were there yet. Besides, there was something to be said about living alone. He was just about to get undressed and head to bed when a knock came at his door. He went to open the door in a begrudged fashion. When he did, he was surprised to see Astoria there.

"Well, you look like shit," she commented lightly.

"I haven't slept," he replied. As he said that, he let out a wide yawn.

"Oh, I was going to take you up on that drink," Astoria stated.

He looked at her like she was crazy. "It's eight in the morning."

"Drink of coffee?" she suggested.

However, the conversation of drinks reminded Draco about his temporarily forgotten dream about her. All of the sudden, he needed to look away from her.

"Yeah, sure, whatever," he muttered. "You're making it."

Astoria merely walked past Draco and went into his kitchen. It didn't take her long, and Draco sat on his couch. His eyes felt extremely heavy and uncomfortable. If it were anyone but Astoria there, Draco probably would have just fallen asleep on the couch. The only thing that made him not was the worry that the mental images of Astoria in lingerie lingered in the back of his mind and the last thing he needed was that sort of dream in front of her.

Astoria wandered over with two mugs in her hand. She took a seat next to Draco on the couch as she tucked one leg underneath herself. She handed him one of the cups.

"Can you be trusted to hold that without spilling?" she teased.

Draco returned with a sarcastic smile before taking a sip. He wished that it was stronger. Really, though, nothing could be stronger.

"Where's Pansy?" Astoria wondered.

"Did you really show up thinking Pansy would be here?" Draco challenged.

Astoria shrugged. "Why would it make a difference?"

A silence fell between the two that only said one thing, which was 'yes.' Yes it would make a difference. It would make a difference because Astoria found herself thinking of Draco much more frequently than she should be, and Draco knew that he kept going out of his way to speak with this woman with whom he knew almost nothing about. But neither answered the question out loud, and they merely filled the silence with deep drinks from their mugs.

"Say, how's life?" Astoria asked with a tone that was too friendly to seem legitimate.

"Fine," Draco replied stiffly. "Why?"

"Just wondering," Astoria answered. "Have you gotten into any fights with anyone lately? Any arguments?"

"Those are rather specific questions, don't you think?" he responded.

"I guess you're right," she said. She looked down at her watch. "Oh, Merlin, is that the time? I'm late for work, I should go. Besides, you look like you desperately require a bed or will need medical attention."

Astoria put her half-empty mug on Draco's coffee table.

"Look, a bunch of us from work are getting together for a bit of a party at my place this weekend. You're more than welcome to come, if you'd like," Astoria said.

"Yeah," was all Draco could manage.

"Al-alright then."

With that, Astoria left Draco's flat. The moment she did, Draco fell into a deep sleep exactly where he sat on the couch.