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storryy?? Aiyyy! SORRRY TO ALL THE readers who read the last chapter, and
were like.WHAT the heck was that???
MY EXCUUUSE: I lost me Muuuuuse!!! Heehee..nah.my dad said I spent too much time on the comp and not enuff time NOT on the comp.and pretty much went ARRRGHHH!! So I said, 'fine.'
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Dreaming One: lols...Draco is a loincloth is sure...shexy...SHEXY I say!! Yess!!! I'm gonna fix up that dream thing soon!!! :DDDDDDDDD HAVE A HAPPY SUMMER!!!! Thx for reviewing, don't forget to review aggginnn!!
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AHAAHAA..SORRRY! now it's FINALSSS time, but then, I'm a procrastinatooor to the CORE, so guess what I'ma doin'? GUERESS!! Writing!! Ackkk!!!! I have a frenchee final on Mooooonnday!! (my math teacher calls it mondie, it's funny)
So eeenjoy!! (there IS some significance in tommy tho.;D)
~*~
Draco leaned heavily on the rail of his porch as he stood above the sparkling grounds of Hogwarts. The wind slowly cooled his heated face and blew a few loose strands of hair across his eyes. His dream stood out vividly in his mind. What was it about? The chill air penetrated his thin nightclothes and Draco shivered unnoticeably. A wave of dizziness suddenly swept over him, and Draco groggily shook his head.
Releasing his grip on the rail to massage his temples, Draco sat down on the floor, leaning his back against the thick glass doors to his room. In the wizarding world dreams always meant something, a prophecy, an emotion. There had been something particular to this dream. He mused for a while, staring at the dark blue sky, and simultaneously watching the sun continue its trek up from the eastern horizon.
The little boy in it-Tommy-had caged up some sort of shadowbeast. Was that why he could watch the sun rise now? Had the shadowbeast been the diudominus potion personified? How long would the beast stay caged? And who was the Tommy? Was he on their side? He shuddered as he remembered the feral primal evil the beast had exuded. Draco was struck with another thought. Had Snape really been captured by Voldemort?
He imagined Hermione would already be in the library, researching up a storm. A warm feeling wrapped itself around his heart, and ran down his spine. Hermione...she had come after him. She hadn't let him die. Hermione. He felt a light colour come to his pale cheeks when he thought about her-had he really kissed her yesterday? He longed to be in her presence...her lips had been so warm...
Just thinking about it made his mouth tingle. He toughed them lightly with a finger.
He could see her sparkling brown eyes in his mind's eye-confused in the moonlight. They sparkled with a warmth he had never seen before. She had seemed so perfect. Nothing could have marred her then. She had come after him. She had cared for him. He wasn't...alone...
A thought arrested him. Did she...love him? His memories of Hermione overloaded his mind, conflicting images of laughter and pain. She had told him he was perfect...she hadn't let him die...she...
Maybe...just maybe...they could work out. He smiled in the sunshine. Maybe...she didn't care he was a Malfoy...she only cared that he was...him.
He stood up quickly and another wave of dizziness came over him. Draco growled as his hand flew up to support his head. What was the matter? He wasn't sick was he? Malfoys were never sick, really. His mouth tasted slightly bitter and slimy.
Draco hobbled over the edge of the fence and spat over it.
"Ouch!" Draco's smile dropped when he recognized the voice. Potter. He groaned. His migraine returned with full force. Why did Potter have to bring such bad luck? Draco was feeling slight chivalrous, however, and decided not to hex him on the spot. He grumbled as Potter's voice again cut through his migraine like a scythe. On the other hand...
Ok. So let's say he wasn't EXACTLY a morning person.
If there was one thing he didn't understand was how Hermione could be his friend. Harry hadn't done anything Draco hadn't been through before. He directed his angry migraine-infected thoughts at him.
Why would anybody be out at this ungodly hour? He stared lightly over his rail, and watched to Weasleys and Potter appear out of thin air. What??? He saw just a bit of silvery cloth being stowed away behind the Girl- Weasley's back.
Realization hit him. Oh. So Potter had an Invisibility Cloak, eh? That would explain what he saw in third year. That ugly scar-headed git. His attention was drawn to the three teens on the ground when they began talking in hushed whispers. Draco rolled his eyes. Really, now. The wind carried their conversation up to his ears, and Draco didn't even need to try, to clearly hear their conversation. He screwed his eyes up as his temples started to annoy him again.
"Don't you think Hermione's been acting up?" Harry asked, while rubbing off something wet that had landed on his arm a moment ago. (an: nasty!!!! Draco's spiiiiitttt) The other Weasley-Draco frowned as he tried to remember his name. Err...Rat-Ran-Rot-er, Rat is definitely the most suitable-who was still groggy, and rubbing his eyes, yawned.
"Ron!!!" his sister called insistently. Oh, so his name was RON, eh? Too bad. Rat was more suitable. Draco smiled to himself.
"What?" the other redhead called back.
"Listen to Harry!" Ginny blushed when Potter sent her a grin.
"Anyways, as I was saying, Hermione's been acting really strange lately...she barely talks to us, and she never answers questions anymore...it's not like her to pass up a chance to gain us house points." Draco wrinkled his brow as a weird sense of déjà vu engulfed him. Hadn't there been something like that in the dream?
"I agree, Harry." The girl-Weasley piped up, shooting a goofy smile in Potter's direction. Could she BE more obvious? Draco couldn't resist, and cast a glance at the nasty scarhead, hoping the sight wouldn't burn his eyes too terribly. He rolled his eyes again. Could Potter BE more oblivious? They continued *whispering*.
"I think there might be something wrong with her." Potter continued, staring at the Weasleys. "She said she couldn't reply to any of the mail I sent her-"
"But her cousin was muggle, and she didn't want to raise suspicions, remember?" Ron reminded Potter. Potter held up a hand awkwardly to silence him. Draco shook his head in disgust. No skill at all.
"No, I don't think so. Hedwig couldn't find her. I never sent her any mail." Rat aka Ron creased his brow.
"So what does it mean?"
"It means she's probably in trouble. Hedwig ALWAYS finds the person." Girl-Weasley told her brother. Draco nodded. Ginny Weasley wasn't as bad as her brother. Ron was just Potter's alter-ego.
"Exactly." Potter agreed. "So we have to help her out, keep a careful watch on he-"
"Well, well, what do we have here?" Draco's eyes trailed over to where Flint's cousin, Daniel, had stepped around the corner of the school. It had been veiled by bushes. Daniel was a new seventh year Slytherin just transferred from Durmstrang. He had a notorious reputation of being a Death Eater and was a player. Girls virtually hung off his arms in crowds. Strangely, on this particular occasion, there were none. Behind him were several other Slytherins, all wearing their green Quidditch robes.
Daniel walked forward, his blue eyes glinting and contrasting with his dark black hair. In one arm he held a Firebolt, and the other a box of Quidditch balls. His bright green slytherin robes swirled about his ankles.
"What are you doing here, Flint?" All three Gryffindors asked at the same time, wrinkling up their noses. Daniel looked down at the them in surprise, momentarily stumped at their stupidity, then pushed his way past them.
" I have no time to waste on three Gryffindors," Daniel sneered over his shoulder, saying the word 'gryffindor' as if it were a curse, "I am going to do something useful, and play Quidditch." His team trailed behind him, and Draco started laughing at the expressions on the faces of the Gryffindor Dream Team.
Then he stopped. And his eyes widened. SHOOT!
He scrambled upright and ran into his room. QUIDDITCH! Draco quickly slapped on his quidditch robes, and yanked his broom into his hand. Boots halfway done up, Draco ran to his porch again in record time. Jumping onto his Firebolt he flew maniacally to the Quidditch field.
He saw his green robed teammates lining up, and dived his way towards them. Great. He made it just in time. Then a horrible thought struck him, as horrible thoughts indefinitely do when one is annoyed. Draco groaned and cursed Lucius and Voldemort, and basically everything that he could think of. Darn that diudominus.
He could only remember events that had happened the past few nights. He couldn't remember ANYTHING from the mornings. He DIDN'T remember the plays. He DIDN'T remember ANY of his classes.
ARGHHH.
"Take off!" Flint's voice invaded his thoughts, and Draco immediately kicked off the ground and flew up high above the stadium. He growled hard under his breath, and glared around the arena for that annoying little gold snitch. He wasn't feeling particularly well, and he slouched slightly on his broom in exhaustion. His eyelids felt heavy. Growling at nobody in particular, Draco shook his head to keep awake.
There it was.
Okay there. The faster he caught that thing, the faster he could go to his dorm and rest. He rubbed his eyes savagely with one frostbitten hand, and narrowed his eyes at the snitch in front of him.
Now, to dive.
He tilted his broom downwards, and stretched out his hand to the ever-so- close snitch fluttering a metre below him. His supporting arm started shaking. Draco growled as his eyesight blurred also. His legs felt weak, and he felt his grip on his firebolt slipping. Draco's whole body felt numb. His grip on his broom was slipping...
.
The falling wasn't so bad. But when he hit the ground, that was when Draco heard the sickening sound of a bone crack.
~*~
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MY EXCUUUSE: I lost me Muuuuuse!!! Heehee..nah.my dad said I spent too much time on the comp and not enuff time NOT on the comp.and pretty much went ARRRGHHH!! So I said, 'fine.'
THANK YOU TO MAH WONDAFUL REVIEWERS WHO STUCK BY ME, AH!! :DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
Willowfairy: (X2) here's another chappie, mon amie!!! ACKKK!! NOOOOO!! Have your tomatoes turned into sauce now?? Rotten sauce?? Helpp!
YAYYYYY SUMMMERRR!!! Thxxxx for reVIEWINGggg!!
ChEeRcHiCk62: ah.wut can I say?? I hope u like dis one betta!
LCA: oh gosh! 43 D's??? that's a bit expensive for me...i don't know...if I should...RAISE THE BET TO 44D's!!!!!!!!!
:DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!! BEAT THAT you DOUBTY mufasa! Lolls thx for reviewing!!!
Natalie Garner: *stuffs a pillow in my shirt to be a hump on my back* Yes master, IGOR will try to finish story...yes...Igor will try... lolls.THX ZE 4 ZE REVIEWS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :DDDDDDD
Dreaming One: lols...Draco is a loincloth is sure...shexy...SHEXY I say!! Yess!!! I'm gonna fix up that dream thing soon!!! :DDDDDDDDD HAVE A HAPPY SUMMER!!!! Thx for reviewing, don't forget to review aggginnn!!
Bubi: HEEHEE...lols...cool name...HERE"S anothee chappie for y'alll!!!!
AHAAHAA..SORRRY! now it's FINALSSS time, but then, I'm a procrastinatooor to the CORE, so guess what I'ma doin'? GUERESS!! Writing!! Ackkk!!!! I have a frenchee final on Mooooonnday!! (my math teacher calls it mondie, it's funny)
So eeenjoy!! (there IS some significance in tommy tho.;D)
~*~
Draco leaned heavily on the rail of his porch as he stood above the sparkling grounds of Hogwarts. The wind slowly cooled his heated face and blew a few loose strands of hair across his eyes. His dream stood out vividly in his mind. What was it about? The chill air penetrated his thin nightclothes and Draco shivered unnoticeably. A wave of dizziness suddenly swept over him, and Draco groggily shook his head.
Releasing his grip on the rail to massage his temples, Draco sat down on the floor, leaning his back against the thick glass doors to his room. In the wizarding world dreams always meant something, a prophecy, an emotion. There had been something particular to this dream. He mused for a while, staring at the dark blue sky, and simultaneously watching the sun continue its trek up from the eastern horizon.
The little boy in it-Tommy-had caged up some sort of shadowbeast. Was that why he could watch the sun rise now? Had the shadowbeast been the diudominus potion personified? How long would the beast stay caged? And who was the Tommy? Was he on their side? He shuddered as he remembered the feral primal evil the beast had exuded. Draco was struck with another thought. Had Snape really been captured by Voldemort?
He imagined Hermione would already be in the library, researching up a storm. A warm feeling wrapped itself around his heart, and ran down his spine. Hermione...she had come after him. She hadn't let him die. Hermione. He felt a light colour come to his pale cheeks when he thought about her-had he really kissed her yesterday? He longed to be in her presence...her lips had been so warm...
Just thinking about it made his mouth tingle. He toughed them lightly with a finger.
He could see her sparkling brown eyes in his mind's eye-confused in the moonlight. They sparkled with a warmth he had never seen before. She had seemed so perfect. Nothing could have marred her then. She had come after him. She had cared for him. He wasn't...alone...
A thought arrested him. Did she...love him? His memories of Hermione overloaded his mind, conflicting images of laughter and pain. She had told him he was perfect...she hadn't let him die...she...
Maybe...just maybe...they could work out. He smiled in the sunshine. Maybe...she didn't care he was a Malfoy...she only cared that he was...him.
He stood up quickly and another wave of dizziness came over him. Draco growled as his hand flew up to support his head. What was the matter? He wasn't sick was he? Malfoys were never sick, really. His mouth tasted slightly bitter and slimy.
Draco hobbled over the edge of the fence and spat over it.
"Ouch!" Draco's smile dropped when he recognized the voice. Potter. He groaned. His migraine returned with full force. Why did Potter have to bring such bad luck? Draco was feeling slight chivalrous, however, and decided not to hex him on the spot. He grumbled as Potter's voice again cut through his migraine like a scythe. On the other hand...
Ok. So let's say he wasn't EXACTLY a morning person.
If there was one thing he didn't understand was how Hermione could be his friend. Harry hadn't done anything Draco hadn't been through before. He directed his angry migraine-infected thoughts at him.
Why would anybody be out at this ungodly hour? He stared lightly over his rail, and watched to Weasleys and Potter appear out of thin air. What??? He saw just a bit of silvery cloth being stowed away behind the Girl- Weasley's back.
Realization hit him. Oh. So Potter had an Invisibility Cloak, eh? That would explain what he saw in third year. That ugly scar-headed git. His attention was drawn to the three teens on the ground when they began talking in hushed whispers. Draco rolled his eyes. Really, now. The wind carried their conversation up to his ears, and Draco didn't even need to try, to clearly hear their conversation. He screwed his eyes up as his temples started to annoy him again.
"Don't you think Hermione's been acting up?" Harry asked, while rubbing off something wet that had landed on his arm a moment ago. (an: nasty!!!! Draco's spiiiiitttt) The other Weasley-Draco frowned as he tried to remember his name. Err...Rat-Ran-Rot-er, Rat is definitely the most suitable-who was still groggy, and rubbing his eyes, yawned.
"Ron!!!" his sister called insistently. Oh, so his name was RON, eh? Too bad. Rat was more suitable. Draco smiled to himself.
"What?" the other redhead called back.
"Listen to Harry!" Ginny blushed when Potter sent her a grin.
"Anyways, as I was saying, Hermione's been acting really strange lately...she barely talks to us, and she never answers questions anymore...it's not like her to pass up a chance to gain us house points." Draco wrinkled his brow as a weird sense of déjà vu engulfed him. Hadn't there been something like that in the dream?
"I agree, Harry." The girl-Weasley piped up, shooting a goofy smile in Potter's direction. Could she BE more obvious? Draco couldn't resist, and cast a glance at the nasty scarhead, hoping the sight wouldn't burn his eyes too terribly. He rolled his eyes again. Could Potter BE more oblivious? They continued *whispering*.
"I think there might be something wrong with her." Potter continued, staring at the Weasleys. "She said she couldn't reply to any of the mail I sent her-"
"But her cousin was muggle, and she didn't want to raise suspicions, remember?" Ron reminded Potter. Potter held up a hand awkwardly to silence him. Draco shook his head in disgust. No skill at all.
"No, I don't think so. Hedwig couldn't find her. I never sent her any mail." Rat aka Ron creased his brow.
"So what does it mean?"
"It means she's probably in trouble. Hedwig ALWAYS finds the person." Girl-Weasley told her brother. Draco nodded. Ginny Weasley wasn't as bad as her brother. Ron was just Potter's alter-ego.
"Exactly." Potter agreed. "So we have to help her out, keep a careful watch on he-"
"Well, well, what do we have here?" Draco's eyes trailed over to where Flint's cousin, Daniel, had stepped around the corner of the school. It had been veiled by bushes. Daniel was a new seventh year Slytherin just transferred from Durmstrang. He had a notorious reputation of being a Death Eater and was a player. Girls virtually hung off his arms in crowds. Strangely, on this particular occasion, there were none. Behind him were several other Slytherins, all wearing their green Quidditch robes.
Daniel walked forward, his blue eyes glinting and contrasting with his dark black hair. In one arm he held a Firebolt, and the other a box of Quidditch balls. His bright green slytherin robes swirled about his ankles.
"What are you doing here, Flint?" All three Gryffindors asked at the same time, wrinkling up their noses. Daniel looked down at the them in surprise, momentarily stumped at their stupidity, then pushed his way past them.
" I have no time to waste on three Gryffindors," Daniel sneered over his shoulder, saying the word 'gryffindor' as if it were a curse, "I am going to do something useful, and play Quidditch." His team trailed behind him, and Draco started laughing at the expressions on the faces of the Gryffindor Dream Team.
Then he stopped. And his eyes widened. SHOOT!
He scrambled upright and ran into his room. QUIDDITCH! Draco quickly slapped on his quidditch robes, and yanked his broom into his hand. Boots halfway done up, Draco ran to his porch again in record time. Jumping onto his Firebolt he flew maniacally to the Quidditch field.
He saw his green robed teammates lining up, and dived his way towards them. Great. He made it just in time. Then a horrible thought struck him, as horrible thoughts indefinitely do when one is annoyed. Draco groaned and cursed Lucius and Voldemort, and basically everything that he could think of. Darn that diudominus.
He could only remember events that had happened the past few nights. He couldn't remember ANYTHING from the mornings. He DIDN'T remember the plays. He DIDN'T remember ANY of his classes.
ARGHHH.
"Take off!" Flint's voice invaded his thoughts, and Draco immediately kicked off the ground and flew up high above the stadium. He growled hard under his breath, and glared around the arena for that annoying little gold snitch. He wasn't feeling particularly well, and he slouched slightly on his broom in exhaustion. His eyelids felt heavy. Growling at nobody in particular, Draco shook his head to keep awake.
There it was.
Okay there. The faster he caught that thing, the faster he could go to his dorm and rest. He rubbed his eyes savagely with one frostbitten hand, and narrowed his eyes at the snitch in front of him.
Now, to dive.
He tilted his broom downwards, and stretched out his hand to the ever-so- close snitch fluttering a metre below him. His supporting arm started shaking. Draco growled as his eyesight blurred also. His legs felt weak, and he felt his grip on his firebolt slipping. Draco's whole body felt numb. His grip on his broom was slipping...
.
The falling wasn't so bad. But when he hit the ground, that was when Draco heard the sickening sound of a bone crack.
~*~
AN: that's all for now! Whoaaa what willl happen??? I zon't know, do you????? REVIEW PLZ!!
THEN YYYOOU!
YES, YOU!
YOU!
Will get...YOUR OWN RANT...in the NEXT...CHAPTER!!!!!!!
-dkccc!!! IS BACKKKK
