*Joycie's Story*
SLYTHERIN WING

Draco Malfoy suddenly woke up drenched with cold sweat. He clutched onto the covers and was suffocating himself with a pillow. He looked around and saw that he was inside his Slytherin dorm. Then, he sat up.

'Ok, I'm still at Hogwarts.' He thought. 'What can that dream mean?' He recalled with what happened in the dream which is still fresh, and frightening. And, feeling a light connection with someone.

*****DREAM*****

A crowd of people, beautiful, almost suffocating. Coming closer as he moved, and she moved. He had griped tighter on her, the crowd admiring every silent step.

Melody, slow and floating, came to his ears, and assumedly hers. She pulled him closer, movement as graceful as swans, and enchanting like angels. Gliding across the whole floor with such perfection, elegant and in exact rhythm.

She buried her face in his shoulder, allowing him to relax.

"Just dance, lose yourself to the music completely, and let the rhythm take over." she had told him.

He complied and soon the music was audible yet unnoticed to both lovers and everything around them ceased to exist.

Lost, Draco had numbly felt someone's measured tap on his shoulder.

He looked around, mentally surprised by the vision of the Head Master, accompanied by Snape and McGonagall. Their eyes moved pasted him, and onto his dancing partner. Grins had quickly dawned their features, and he took this as a gesture of approval.

Dumbledore opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by an unnatural wind, powerfully extinguishing the flames of the candles.

In the sudden cold, he could almost hear the crowd around him shiver, and he was unaware of whether this was from cold or apprehension.

His arms still embracing her waist, he felt his partner shiver and weaken. She clutched tightly at him for the support he already gave.

Foreboding hit, and he remembered knowing it was going to happen moments before it did. Abruptly, his robes were jerked back, planning on separating him from his partner. He could sense the anger of the masked figure as the couple clinged tighter to each other, and remained together.

Desperately, he stiffened, and tried to block out the feelings of conscience mocked that their resistance was an ignorant, futile attempt, and winning was not an option.

The masked figure tried again, this time flinging the boy around. The figure smirked, reaching up in fluid movement, and removing the concealing mask. But the boy didn't have to be shown. For the second time, intuition had told him who the man was.

Or perhaps it was already the commonly known, blunt fact that this was his father. His partner was pulled away further, allowing the man to address the boy.

"You will serve the Dark Lord. You are going to do this, and nothing else." The words spoken with a finality that stunned the boy, leaving the sudden pain that racked his body, his heart ripped into pieces at the realization his father hadn't addressed him as 'son' or even by his given name.

Finished with watching, the unmasked form of his father had turned to his beloved Lord, the boy looking up while the pain had slowly faded away.

"Master?" the man said, fear sounding in his voice, a new sound for his son. The figure walked forward, smiling grotesquely at the boy, kneeling down in the middle of the Castle's Great Hall.

A long, skeletal hand, brought forward with air to touch the boy, instead hesitated and drew back a little. He turned it over, exposing a nearly flat palm, offering.

"Young, little one. Obedient one?" The creature asked, chuckling lightly along with his servants. "You will repeat after me."

The boy listened numbly, frozen still, a talent he never had had to learn. Eyes widening as he heard his name spoken, with the pledge that he would serve this man, devote his magical abilities, refer to this 'thing' as his Lord and Master. Becoming a possession, one to be kept, and owned.

The being finished, uttering a promise in Latin. "Ceterum us tui vita..."

The boy raised his face, an indignant aura radiating from him. "No, I will not serve you. I answer to no one, let alone you. You, will never hear those words, that pledge, come from me." The answer was bolder than he had expected, and anger flickered on the Dark Lord's serpentine face, before settling back into the cold, merciless expression.

"If you wish," he said dangerously. " But such wishes are not given without trails... and punishment. Watch closely little one."

The long, robes swished. Colored black, but such a color that seemed to pull light from around them. Making the pale skin of the Dark Lord almost glow. The figure stopped, facing left of the quivering boy, and facing his partner.

The girl's eyes widened momentarily. The boy gave a strangled cry and rushed to her side, holding her with suffocating urgency.

"No," he cried, hands clutching at her.

Suddenly, he felt her warm breath, lips nearly touching his ear.

"I love you." She said. "Don't you give up. Never surrender to him, even at the brink of the world's destruction. Be it yours, mine, or the whole goddamn planet's. I love you, Draco. I always have, and always will. I treasure you, your words, your touch, and the nights you loved me." She was shaking slightly, but continued nevertheless. "No matter what happens, I will always be with you. Always. Before, now and forever."

Her words sunk deep inside of him, making him stronger. He opened his mouth to reply, but was forcefully pulled back by the collar of his robe. He was dragged back a bit, where was made to lie down. In a few moments, he tried to regain his breath, with his neck burning. As his breath returned, the boy looked up. The Dark Lord stood over his love, wand pointing directly at her, as she faced him with such strength.
"Crucio." The girl screamed and convulsed, the pain edging into her soul and burning her from within.

Draco curled into a fetal position, trying to block it out. He felt pain too but of a different kind. His consciousness wavered, and soon everything faded into blackness.

He suddenly sat up, raged breathing, face stained with dried tears. He looked around, eyes not quite adjusting to the dull colors of the graveyard. Head stones stretched around him, inscribed with various words.

One of such mausoleum caught his eye.

Hermione Anne Granger-Malfoy

Married, the boy thought blankly. We were married? But we were still at Hogwarts...He shook himself mentally and read the inscription.

Swift Wings carry away those who sleep,
Coldly leaving the awake to weep.
Bringing silence and ruining plans,
Obeying cruel, unspoken demands.
Keeping Rings unworn and vows unsaid,
Permanent now, death remains unwed.
Beloved, my name I lend
Not married, but we'll pretend

Draco gasped pulling his gaze away from the epitaph, when he suddenly realized the Death Eater's circle was forming around him, unmasked faces expressing the grim delight of their mission. The boy was trapped, eyes wide in fear, knowing what was going to happen.

Draco Malfoy then realized. They always did love giving the Dark Mark.

*****END OF DREAM*****

"Mud- Granger?" He thought to himself... "What, she loves me? And, what love that we made? I love her, too? Married? Dark Mark?" As he lay back down... he pondered about this... hard until he drifted off to sleep, Oblivious to the peculiar happening outside the Hogwarts Castle. And... slowly forgetting the dream and it's hidden warning and meaning.