Draco looked outside his window for what must have been the millionth
time and sighed. It had been a month since his father had been imprisoned
in Azkaban because of that half blood Potter, but it felt like it was only
days ago. He cringed; just thinking about Harry made him feel sick and
angry.
He got up from where he was sitting and went over to his four poster and
laid down. His mind wandered back to his father. Ever since his father had
left, the Malfoy Manor had been very chaotic. Death Eaters coming and going
and his mother just walking around like a zombie with Kreacher at her side.
He smiled and let out a laugh just thinking about Kreacher and the theory
he had made with Crabbe that since his father was gone, Kreacher was now
being his mother's little sex slave.
He turned over and blew out the candle that was glowing on his night table. Darkness blanketed the room, except for the moonlight that was coming from his window. He closed his eyes, but sleep did not come easily for him, just like it had been every night since his father's arrest. Thinking about his father made him think of Potter and thinking of Potter made him angry and confused. Confused because before his fathers arrest, he had thought of Potter in a. Well, there was no denying it. Special way, but what Harry had done to his father had erased those feelings quickly, but now as he laid here on his bed, he was having second thoughts.
~* Draco's Dream *~
He was running, but from what or whom he did not know. All he knew was that he must keep running. Soon he came to a clearing and he stopped. His lungs were burning and his legs hurt in places he didn't knew he had, but it was worth it. In the clearing was a boy about his age with jet-black hair and a thin lightning bolt scar on his forehead. The boy slowly moved toward him, reaching out for him, calling him. In what just have only been seconds, he was on the forest floor with Harry on him kissing him hard, but gently. He felt a sensation in the pit of his stomach and then the image swirled and he was falling. He tried to scream, but nothing came out. Finally he fell to a cold, hard, foundation. He looked up and saw dementors and behind them his father, but his father was different looking. Lucius's once full face was sunken in and he was thin, so thin you could see his ribs through his torn, dirty, shirt. The sight horrified Draco. Lucius then looked up at Draco, a look of disgust came to his face "You disgust me Draco, or should I call you bitch boy now? Or is that name only reserved for the boy that did this to me?" Snarled Lucius. The image swirled again once more.
~* End of Dream *~
Draco woke up in a cold sweat. Shaking he got up and looked at himself in the mirror, the images from the previous night replaying over and over again in his head, but on fast-forward. The fantasy with Harry, and his father, all grungy and disgusted with him, calling him bitch boy. The images continued to replay over and over in his head and wouldn't stop; he was trapped in his own mind.
He turned over and blew out the candle that was glowing on his night table. Darkness blanketed the room, except for the moonlight that was coming from his window. He closed his eyes, but sleep did not come easily for him, just like it had been every night since his father's arrest. Thinking about his father made him think of Potter and thinking of Potter made him angry and confused. Confused because before his fathers arrest, he had thought of Potter in a. Well, there was no denying it. Special way, but what Harry had done to his father had erased those feelings quickly, but now as he laid here on his bed, he was having second thoughts.
~* Draco's Dream *~
He was running, but from what or whom he did not know. All he knew was that he must keep running. Soon he came to a clearing and he stopped. His lungs were burning and his legs hurt in places he didn't knew he had, but it was worth it. In the clearing was a boy about his age with jet-black hair and a thin lightning bolt scar on his forehead. The boy slowly moved toward him, reaching out for him, calling him. In what just have only been seconds, he was on the forest floor with Harry on him kissing him hard, but gently. He felt a sensation in the pit of his stomach and then the image swirled and he was falling. He tried to scream, but nothing came out. Finally he fell to a cold, hard, foundation. He looked up and saw dementors and behind them his father, but his father was different looking. Lucius's once full face was sunken in and he was thin, so thin you could see his ribs through his torn, dirty, shirt. The sight horrified Draco. Lucius then looked up at Draco, a look of disgust came to his face "You disgust me Draco, or should I call you bitch boy now? Or is that name only reserved for the boy that did this to me?" Snarled Lucius. The image swirled again once more.
~* End of Dream *~
Draco woke up in a cold sweat. Shaking he got up and looked at himself in the mirror, the images from the previous night replaying over and over again in his head, but on fast-forward. The fantasy with Harry, and his father, all grungy and disgusted with him, calling him bitch boy. The images continued to replay over and over in his head and wouldn't stop; he was trapped in his own mind.
