Draco was terrified. The changes had begun shortly before the
beginning of the school year. They had been small at first. A slight
alteration of his voice from its former quality. He'd managed to hide it
by not speaking much, but now that school was back in session that wouldn't
be possible. Besides which the changes hadn't stopped at just his voice.
He'd always been petite but now without his robes he looked almost girlish.
It was almost as if his hips were getting wider or something. Then there
were the dreams that he was having. No sooner would he close his eyes than
he would find himself standing next to a figure just out of his line of
sight while someone seemed to be saying something he couldn't quite
understand. Just last night he'd had the dream again. He shuddered at the
memory. The dream had gone farther than ever before and he had woke up
screaming. If he hadn't thought to put a silencing charm round his bed
before sleep as a precaution he was sure he'd have woken the entire dorm.
Sunlight had been streaming into the room he'd found himself in and he'd lowered his eyes to avoid some of the glare only to discover that he was holding a boquet of flowers. He'd had just enough time to wonder what in Merlin's beard was going on when the figure next to him had taken him by his left wrist and placed a ring on his finger. Draco had been non plussed. Something was just not right about this picture but he couldn't quite place what. Then with the slow reality of dreams it dawned on him. He was holding a bouquet and someone had put a ring on his finger. Bouquet. Ring. Bouquet. Ring. Bouquet. Ring. He was getting married! He wondered for a moment who the lucky witch was and then he remembered his own parents wedding pictures. His father had been quite dashing in his green and silver wedding robes and his mother had been the picture of beauty dressed in her white robes and holding her Bouquet. Bouquet! Hey wait a minute he was holding a bouquet. He looked down at himself. And he was wearing a white robe. But if he was the bride then who was the groom? He had lifted his eyes to face his new mate and screamed.
Unknown to Draco at the very moment that he screamed another boy in another part of the castle woke with a start. Something was wrong. He could feel it but apparently whatever it was had nothing to do with Voldemort since his scar wasn't burning. He lay back down and slowly drifted back to sleep.
Sunlight had been streaming into the room he'd found himself in and he'd lowered his eyes to avoid some of the glare only to discover that he was holding a boquet of flowers. He'd had just enough time to wonder what in Merlin's beard was going on when the figure next to him had taken him by his left wrist and placed a ring on his finger. Draco had been non plussed. Something was just not right about this picture but he couldn't quite place what. Then with the slow reality of dreams it dawned on him. He was holding a bouquet and someone had put a ring on his finger. Bouquet. Ring. Bouquet. Ring. Bouquet. Ring. He was getting married! He wondered for a moment who the lucky witch was and then he remembered his own parents wedding pictures. His father had been quite dashing in his green and silver wedding robes and his mother had been the picture of beauty dressed in her white robes and holding her Bouquet. Bouquet! Hey wait a minute he was holding a bouquet. He looked down at himself. And he was wearing a white robe. But if he was the bride then who was the groom? He had lifted his eyes to face his new mate and screamed.
Unknown to Draco at the very moment that he screamed another boy in another part of the castle woke with a start. Something was wrong. He could feel it but apparently whatever it was had nothing to do with Voldemort since his scar wasn't burning. He lay back down and slowly drifted back to sleep.