Chapter 2 - When You Dream
A/N: disclaimer and such is in the first chapter.
But when he sleeps
History begins
But the future will win
When you dream
what do you dream about?
When You Dream \\ BNL
Hagrid had been sitting glumly in front of the fireplace in his hut. Today had seemed like it was going to turn out so well. Everyone had loved the firmpas, finding them cuddly and enjoyable. He thought that they had needed a walk, so he had paired off his fifth years and sent them to walk around the grounds. They had all come back, the firmpas, snuffling and happy, the students, winded but smiling. Even the Slytherins had lost their custimary scowls. However, just as he was about to wrap up the class, Neville Longbottom had brought something to his attention.
"Sir," he had said, tugging on Hagrid's long over coat to get his attention. "Where are Ron and Malfoy? Shouldn't they be back by now?"
He had the entire class search the grounds, but neither one, nor the firmpa they had been walking, had turned up.
"All…my…ruddy…fault…" sobbed Hagrid bitterly, staring at the long red and orange flames as they licked their way up the logs. "I made 'em leave their wands too…now they dun even have a way to get home…" Large tears dripped from his eyes, down his large cheeks, wetting his bristly wiskers.
A pawing sound came at the door. Scritch, scritch, came the sound of long nails digging into soft pine logs.
Hagrid rushed to the door. Could it be…? He flung it open. "Gashco! Yer back!" he cried as the firmpa flung itself at him, showering his face with slobbery kisses.
He smiled, then set the energetic firmpa down. Looking past him, he hoped beyond hope that he'd see…
But no. The only thing that greeted him was the dark, empty, sprawling lawn of Hogwarts. Sighing, close to tears again, he shut the door.
********
Ron grumbled and stirred in his sleep as an unknown source of light dimly lit the small cave. Next to him, he noticed that something was making a whimpering sound, and squirming an awful lot. Sleepily, he turned over, to observe the creature that was causing this disturbance.
Silver hair and a pale pointed face that was twisted into an expression of extreme sadness greeted him. Draco, sleeping, but not peacefuly. His slim body twisted and turned violently every which way, his mouth emitting small cries.
Normally, this wouldn't have conserned Ron. In fact, if had been just a tad bit more awake than he was he would have realized that this was MALFOY, and just thought, 'Serves him right, the slimy little git.'
However, Ron was in that sort of state where he couldn't sort real life from fantasy, and all he could she that the person next to him was IN PAIN, and needed comfort. Badly.
So, Ron did what he, in his sleepy state, decided any good person should do. He scooted himself over right next to the thrashing body, and looped his arm around the other person's waist, cooing meaningless words of comfort into one small, pale skinned ear.
Slowly, but surely, the hysterical boy in Ron's arms stopped his violent squirming, and began to calm down. After awhile, he even began to snuggle closer to Ron, seeking the warmth and shelter the other boy's embrace provided.
Soon, both boys were sleeping peacefully, totally, and blissfully unaware of the shock they were going to experience a few hours later…
****
Ten hours later, Draco roused sleepily. He had been having a wonderful dream: Slytherin was clobbering Gyrffindor in the match for the house Quidditch cup. He had just executed a perfect Wronski Feint, leaving Potter out for the count, him free to find the snitch. He had just been about to catch the snitch neatly in his palm when he awoke.
He groaned, annoyed to be awakened from such a dream, but then sighed and moved to roll over. Except, somehow he couldn't. He blinked in confusion as he realized that there were arms draped around his waist, and realized rather sleepily that the comforting warmth he'd remembered feeling during the night was actually the body heat of another human being.
'So, then,' he thought blearily, ' I must be sleeping with someone. That's odd, you'd think I would remember that happening. Wonder who it is...?' His gaze drifted lower, and landed on tousled red hair. 'Hmm, now who do I know who has red hair…?' Then, when the answer dawned on him, he instantly jerked fully awake. With a yelp, he tore himself from his companion's arms.
The redheaded boy awaked as well, because of the loud sound, and the fact that there was nothing keeping him warm anymore. "What the-" He blinked and rubbed his eyes a couple of times, letting his sleep clouded eyes focus and ajust to the dim light of the cave. When he looked up and saw pale gray eyes meet his own, he rubbed his eyes more vigorously.
*No, no, no, just a dream…just a horrible dream…dammit, go away!!* With a groan, Ron realised that there was no way for him to wish the situation away.
Draco's shock was quickly hidden by a sneer. "Morning sunshine. And how did we sleep?" he drawled patronizingly.
"I would've slept just fine, 'cept there was this awful lump of great ugly git lying right next to me, " Ron shot back. If Draco was going to play as if nothing had happened, that was just fine by him. He'd rather forget the akward position that they'd woken up in anyways. " And," he said as an afterthought, " the floor was as hard as hell."
"Is that so?" Draco said slyly, "I thought for sure you would be used to sleeping in uncomfortable positions. Tell me Weasley, do the people in your family have their own rooms, or even their own beds? Or do you just have to huddle together on the same rickety old one?"
Ron, who was still brooding about losing Gashco, was far too easily excitable that morning, therefore after the first bash he lashed out with extra vigour. " And I'm sure that ALL the people in your family have their own rooms, Malfoy. Tell me, do your parents even sleep on the same floor? Or do they share a bed? Maybe that's why your mother's always so sour looking…"
Draco's eyes flashed. "You bastard! Don't you dare insult my mother…" With that, he lunged at Ron. They hit the cave floor with a thump, Draco on top, with his fists flying at Ron's face.
This went on for a few minutes. Ron, though being the bigger of the two, did not have the upper hand, and barely got a punch in. After a few good hit to the head, as well, he began to slip away from conciousness. At about the same time, Draco's anger began to cool, his punching frenzy slowing. He stopped quite suddenly, and, horrified, realized what he had done. He hadn't meant to hurt Weasley that bad, even if he had insulted his family, but he hadn't slept well in months, and that combined with the jabb at him was just too much.
*Shit* he thought as he surveyed the multitude of purple bruises springing up all over Ron's face. * I didn't mean to hurt him that badly, I just…lost control. God.* Draco began to quiver with fear. He was becoming just like Him, the person he most despised ing the world. Hesitantly, his reached out a hand and gently touched one bruised cheek. "W-weasley?" When he got no reply he shook Ron's shoulder lightly with his other hand. "Weasley?" Still no answer. Draco began to panic. "Ron?! RON!"
Slowly, Ron's good eye (the one that wasn't covered with a large bruise) cracked open. "Ye-yeah?"
"I," said Draco, not removing his hand from Ron's cheek. "I'm…shit, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to...not this badly, anyway."
"It's OK," said Ron. "I probably shouldn't have said those things about your family."
Dreaco bit his lip. "That's OK too." His gaze shifted to the large bruise under his hand. "Reparus," he whispered softly and the bruise began healing it's self quickly. He repeated this spell with all the other bruises, and soon Ron's face looked more or less back to normal.
"How'd you know how to do that?" Ron said, rather curiously. "We don't even have our wands with us, since Hagrid made us leave them back at Hogwarts."
Draco shrugged. "I got bored last summer, so I studied wandless magic. It's no big deal."
"It looks useful," said Ron wistfully. He almost asked Draco if he could teach him some, then realised that they were enemies.
Draco grinned a little bit. "It is," he said, trying to act nonchalantly, but he failed and grinned wider. However, when he realised something, he stopped smiling, and began to frown, and even look a little worried. "Hey, isn't that where to entrance was?" he said, pointing to where a hard cave wall was.
"Nah," said Ron, unconcered, "It must be on the other side." But, when he turned around, all he saw was a tunnel leading to more caves, but not the way out. The whole place was eeirly lit, but the source was unrecognisable, and most definetly not sunlight.
"Oh, god," moaned Draco, beginning to panic, " I think we're lost."
tbc…
A/N: Dundundunduuuuuuunnnnnn. Heehee, I love cliffhangers, don't you? ;)
Thanks so much to my reveiwers: Rokjai, Kimagure, Goddess Shinigami, Saheen, Smooth Volt, Gwen, Joyful, Myr, hee hee hee, JoyDrop, tazaria, and goblin.
A/N: disclaimer and such is in the first chapter.
But when he sleeps
History begins
But the future will win
When you dream
what do you dream about?
When You Dream \\ BNL
Hagrid had been sitting glumly in front of the fireplace in his hut. Today had seemed like it was going to turn out so well. Everyone had loved the firmpas, finding them cuddly and enjoyable. He thought that they had needed a walk, so he had paired off his fifth years and sent them to walk around the grounds. They had all come back, the firmpas, snuffling and happy, the students, winded but smiling. Even the Slytherins had lost their custimary scowls. However, just as he was about to wrap up the class, Neville Longbottom had brought something to his attention.
"Sir," he had said, tugging on Hagrid's long over coat to get his attention. "Where are Ron and Malfoy? Shouldn't they be back by now?"
He had the entire class search the grounds, but neither one, nor the firmpa they had been walking, had turned up.
"All…my…ruddy…fault…" sobbed Hagrid bitterly, staring at the long red and orange flames as they licked their way up the logs. "I made 'em leave their wands too…now they dun even have a way to get home…" Large tears dripped from his eyes, down his large cheeks, wetting his bristly wiskers.
A pawing sound came at the door. Scritch, scritch, came the sound of long nails digging into soft pine logs.
Hagrid rushed to the door. Could it be…? He flung it open. "Gashco! Yer back!" he cried as the firmpa flung itself at him, showering his face with slobbery kisses.
He smiled, then set the energetic firmpa down. Looking past him, he hoped beyond hope that he'd see…
But no. The only thing that greeted him was the dark, empty, sprawling lawn of Hogwarts. Sighing, close to tears again, he shut the door.
********
Ron grumbled and stirred in his sleep as an unknown source of light dimly lit the small cave. Next to him, he noticed that something was making a whimpering sound, and squirming an awful lot. Sleepily, he turned over, to observe the creature that was causing this disturbance.
Silver hair and a pale pointed face that was twisted into an expression of extreme sadness greeted him. Draco, sleeping, but not peacefuly. His slim body twisted and turned violently every which way, his mouth emitting small cries.
Normally, this wouldn't have conserned Ron. In fact, if had been just a tad bit more awake than he was he would have realized that this was MALFOY, and just thought, 'Serves him right, the slimy little git.'
However, Ron was in that sort of state where he couldn't sort real life from fantasy, and all he could she that the person next to him was IN PAIN, and needed comfort. Badly.
So, Ron did what he, in his sleepy state, decided any good person should do. He scooted himself over right next to the thrashing body, and looped his arm around the other person's waist, cooing meaningless words of comfort into one small, pale skinned ear.
Slowly, but surely, the hysterical boy in Ron's arms stopped his violent squirming, and began to calm down. After awhile, he even began to snuggle closer to Ron, seeking the warmth and shelter the other boy's embrace provided.
Soon, both boys were sleeping peacefully, totally, and blissfully unaware of the shock they were going to experience a few hours later…
****
Ten hours later, Draco roused sleepily. He had been having a wonderful dream: Slytherin was clobbering Gyrffindor in the match for the house Quidditch cup. He had just executed a perfect Wronski Feint, leaving Potter out for the count, him free to find the snitch. He had just been about to catch the snitch neatly in his palm when he awoke.
He groaned, annoyed to be awakened from such a dream, but then sighed and moved to roll over. Except, somehow he couldn't. He blinked in confusion as he realized that there were arms draped around his waist, and realized rather sleepily that the comforting warmth he'd remembered feeling during the night was actually the body heat of another human being.
'So, then,' he thought blearily, ' I must be sleeping with someone. That's odd, you'd think I would remember that happening. Wonder who it is...?' His gaze drifted lower, and landed on tousled red hair. 'Hmm, now who do I know who has red hair…?' Then, when the answer dawned on him, he instantly jerked fully awake. With a yelp, he tore himself from his companion's arms.
The redheaded boy awaked as well, because of the loud sound, and the fact that there was nothing keeping him warm anymore. "What the-" He blinked and rubbed his eyes a couple of times, letting his sleep clouded eyes focus and ajust to the dim light of the cave. When he looked up and saw pale gray eyes meet his own, he rubbed his eyes more vigorously.
*No, no, no, just a dream…just a horrible dream…dammit, go away!!* With a groan, Ron realised that there was no way for him to wish the situation away.
Draco's shock was quickly hidden by a sneer. "Morning sunshine. And how did we sleep?" he drawled patronizingly.
"I would've slept just fine, 'cept there was this awful lump of great ugly git lying right next to me, " Ron shot back. If Draco was going to play as if nothing had happened, that was just fine by him. He'd rather forget the akward position that they'd woken up in anyways. " And," he said as an afterthought, " the floor was as hard as hell."
"Is that so?" Draco said slyly, "I thought for sure you would be used to sleeping in uncomfortable positions. Tell me Weasley, do the people in your family have their own rooms, or even their own beds? Or do you just have to huddle together on the same rickety old one?"
Ron, who was still brooding about losing Gashco, was far too easily excitable that morning, therefore after the first bash he lashed out with extra vigour. " And I'm sure that ALL the people in your family have their own rooms, Malfoy. Tell me, do your parents even sleep on the same floor? Or do they share a bed? Maybe that's why your mother's always so sour looking…"
Draco's eyes flashed. "You bastard! Don't you dare insult my mother…" With that, he lunged at Ron. They hit the cave floor with a thump, Draco on top, with his fists flying at Ron's face.
This went on for a few minutes. Ron, though being the bigger of the two, did not have the upper hand, and barely got a punch in. After a few good hit to the head, as well, he began to slip away from conciousness. At about the same time, Draco's anger began to cool, his punching frenzy slowing. He stopped quite suddenly, and, horrified, realized what he had done. He hadn't meant to hurt Weasley that bad, even if he had insulted his family, but he hadn't slept well in months, and that combined with the jabb at him was just too much.
*Shit* he thought as he surveyed the multitude of purple bruises springing up all over Ron's face. * I didn't mean to hurt him that badly, I just…lost control. God.* Draco began to quiver with fear. He was becoming just like Him, the person he most despised ing the world. Hesitantly, his reached out a hand and gently touched one bruised cheek. "W-weasley?" When he got no reply he shook Ron's shoulder lightly with his other hand. "Weasley?" Still no answer. Draco began to panic. "Ron?! RON!"
Slowly, Ron's good eye (the one that wasn't covered with a large bruise) cracked open. "Ye-yeah?"
"I," said Draco, not removing his hand from Ron's cheek. "I'm…shit, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to...not this badly, anyway."
"It's OK," said Ron. "I probably shouldn't have said those things about your family."
Dreaco bit his lip. "That's OK too." His gaze shifted to the large bruise under his hand. "Reparus," he whispered softly and the bruise began healing it's self quickly. He repeated this spell with all the other bruises, and soon Ron's face looked more or less back to normal.
"How'd you know how to do that?" Ron said, rather curiously. "We don't even have our wands with us, since Hagrid made us leave them back at Hogwarts."
Draco shrugged. "I got bored last summer, so I studied wandless magic. It's no big deal."
"It looks useful," said Ron wistfully. He almost asked Draco if he could teach him some, then realised that they were enemies.
Draco grinned a little bit. "It is," he said, trying to act nonchalantly, but he failed and grinned wider. However, when he realised something, he stopped smiling, and began to frown, and even look a little worried. "Hey, isn't that where to entrance was?" he said, pointing to where a hard cave wall was.
"Nah," said Ron, unconcered, "It must be on the other side." But, when he turned around, all he saw was a tunnel leading to more caves, but not the way out. The whole place was eeirly lit, but the source was unrecognisable, and most definetly not sunlight.
"Oh, god," moaned Draco, beginning to panic, " I think we're lost."
tbc…
A/N: Dundundunduuuuuuunnnnnn. Heehee, I love cliffhangers, don't you? ;)
Thanks so much to my reveiwers: Rokjai, Kimagure, Goddess Shinigami, Saheen, Smooth Volt, Gwen, Joyful, Myr, hee hee hee, JoyDrop, tazaria, and goblin.
