1 Ch. 4
*Look around, the writing's on the wall
Everyone's feeling a little bit crazed
In a world where nothing's as it seems
1.1 I should have known you'd be right*
Snape's room was close to the Slytherin common room, which was where Draco had become used to falling asleep on the couches in front of the fire. He found that the empty dormitory was not at all good for his state of mind. It contained far too much green. He was too busy sobbing into the cushions to notice the head of his house standing over him with a puzzled expression on his face.
"Is something wrong Draco? I've begun to notice a disturbing trend in your sleeping habits, and it's beginning to keep me from my sleep as well"
"No, professor, everything's fine, really"
"The fact that you look like your world had just ended and that you were just a minute ago crying as if your heart was breaking seem to belie that statement"
//I think my heart really may be breaking//
Draco was unsure of just how much he wanted to tell his teacher. After all, he was a professor, and his opinions about Harry were evident in the way he treated him in Potions class.
"I'm not going to leave until you tell me what could possibly be so awful that you have been forced to leave this common room at unearthly hours and then come back in tears"
//How does he know about that??//
"Mr. Malfoy, if you think I could not hear you, you are mistaken. If the students were not all on holiday then you would wake almost the entire house"
//I was that noisy? Why can't he just leave me the hell alone//
"And I know what you're thinking Draco. Yes you were that noisy and no I'm not going to go away."
//Well I do need someone to confide in...//
Snape noticed the boy's indecision, and decided it would be best to just stand there until he was ready to talk.
"Professor, what do you think about Harry Potter?"
*Look around, the writing's on the wall
Everyone's feeling a little bit crazed
In a world where nothing's as it seems
1.1 I should have known you'd be right*
Snape's room was close to the Slytherin common room, which was where Draco had become used to falling asleep on the couches in front of the fire. He found that the empty dormitory was not at all good for his state of mind. It contained far too much green. He was too busy sobbing into the cushions to notice the head of his house standing over him with a puzzled expression on his face.
"Is something wrong Draco? I've begun to notice a disturbing trend in your sleeping habits, and it's beginning to keep me from my sleep as well"
"No, professor, everything's fine, really"
"The fact that you look like your world had just ended and that you were just a minute ago crying as if your heart was breaking seem to belie that statement"
//I think my heart really may be breaking//
Draco was unsure of just how much he wanted to tell his teacher. After all, he was a professor, and his opinions about Harry were evident in the way he treated him in Potions class.
"I'm not going to leave until you tell me what could possibly be so awful that you have been forced to leave this common room at unearthly hours and then come back in tears"
//How does he know about that??//
"Mr. Malfoy, if you think I could not hear you, you are mistaken. If the students were not all on holiday then you would wake almost the entire house"
//I was that noisy? Why can't he just leave me the hell alone//
"And I know what you're thinking Draco. Yes you were that noisy and no I'm not going to go away."
//Well I do need someone to confide in...//
Snape noticed the boy's indecision, and decided it would be best to just stand there until he was ready to talk.
"Professor, what do you think about Harry Potter?"
