Pansy's eyes fluttered open. She looked around and gasped as she shot up. She was no longer in her dormitory. She didn't recognize where she was. A gasp escaped her throat and she had the uncontrollable urge to scramble away from the figure emerging from the shadows, but something had her rooted to the spot where she lay.

"Who. who are you?" Pansy asked, fear evident in her shaky voice.

Red eyes flashed in the dark. "You should know my beautiful young minion," the voice hissed at her.

Pansy's eyelids fluttered slightly. A black swirl worked its way around her. As she opened her eyes, they flashed the same red of the shadowy figure. A small smirk formed on Pansy's face and she slowly stood, finally free of whatever was holding her down.

"My lord," she said bowing in respect.

Voldemort emerged with a sick smile. "Good," he said. "I want you to do something for me, my beautiful Dreamscape."

"Dreamscape?" Pansy asked.

"All in good time, but your strength is here," Voldemort said. "Now, you must do something for me."

"What is that, my lord?" Pansy asked.

"I want you to kill Harry Potter," Voldemort said.

A pang went through Pansy but she cringed and her eyes flashed a brilliant red. "Yes, m'lord," she said, almost mechanically.

~~

Draco jerked slightly in his sleep. He looked at the top of Hermione's head where it lay a top his chest. She snuggled closer to him as he shifted. He ran a gentle hand down the chocolate colored locks as he settled back. His eyes fluttered closed a bit, a frown marring his features. A headache was beginning to form behind his eyes.

~~

"Harry, you okay?" Ron asked the next morning at breakfast. "You don't look like you're feeling well."

Harry rubbed gently at his forehead. Luckily he wasn't rubbing his scar, but it still worried them nonetheless. Hermione frowned as she watched her best friend. "I'm okay," Harry mumbled. "Though I do feel a little off today."

"Did you go see Madame Pomfrey?" Hermione asked.

"I'm sure it's nothing, Mione," Harry said softly. "Just a mild headache."

"Nothing is ever mild with you Harry, you know that," Hermione said worriedly.

"What's up?" Draco asked as he walked over and sat down beside Hermione, kissing her cheek.

"Harry has a headache," Ron said. "And Mione's worried."

"Where is your headache?" Draco asked with a bit of a frown.

"Generally they reside in the head, Malfoy," Ron pointed out.

Draco rolled his eyes with a bit of a wince. "Good deduction, genius," he said. "I meant, where in your head?"

"Right behind my eyes," Harry mumbled, his eyes closed as he tried to will the pain away.

Draco raised his eyebrow. "That's odd," he said. "I have one there too."

"Alert the media!" Ron said. "Owl the Daily Prophet immediately! Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter have the same kind of headache!"

Draco lifted a fork and pointed it at Ron. "I have a fork and I'm not afraid to use it, Weasley," he said. "This could be serious."

"How?" Ron said with a skeptical tone. "What in the world could it possibly mean?"

"I had a dream last night," Draco said.

Hermione looked at him. "Something happened," she said.

"Did you sense it?" Draco asked.

"I couldn't enter it, but I could sense your unease and tried soothing you as best I could, but something was blocking me," Hermione said.

"Why would that make me have a headache?" Harry asked.

Draco sighed. "Honestly, I don't know," he said. "I'll have to see if I can get a hold of mom and ask her."

"She's meeting Remus today isn't she?" Hermione said. "To get settled here at school."

"We can go after Potions to ask," Ron said, suddenly worried.

"Speaking of Potions, we better go so we aren't late," Harry said. "Snape might be a bit nicer to us now, but let's not push our luck."

"Good point," Draco said, rising. He held a hand out to Hermione, and helped her to stand.

The group walked towards Potions. Harry noticed Pansy was sitting in her normal seat, looking a bit better than she had been. She was dressed immaculately again, as she used to be before her revelation to Harry about her feelings towards him. She didn't look at him though. Harry felt his chest ache at the idea that she couldn't look at him.

"You okay, Harry?" Ron asked.

"Yeah," Harry said, rubbing his head as the pain started to intensify. Ron frowned, watching him.

Potions seemed like it was going to go off without a hitch. Even Neville Longbottom, who was exceedingly clumsy, seemed to be doing well during class. Hermione was working contently beside Draco, whose head was still throbbing, but he was ignoring it. Harry worked slowly, but determinedly beside Ron despite the pain in his own head. Suddenly he felt as if pain slammed into him from all fronts and he grabbed the table before pitching forward and hitting the floor.

"Harry!" Ron said and knelt beside him. "Professor Snape!"

"I'm here," Snape said, kneeling beside Harry. "Mister Weasley, please fetch Madame Pomfrey."

"I'll go, Professor," Dean Thomas said.

Hermione was holding onto Draco's arm, watching with her eyes wide in fear. Draco leaned against her heavily and slumped to the ground. "Draco?" Hermione whispered as she knelt beside him.

"There's another Dreamscape in here that's hurting him," Draco whispered, his eyes squeezed shut.

Hermione looked around as Madame Pomfrey and Professors Dumbledore and McGonagall rushed in, hovering over Harry. After a moment, they magically lifted him and headed towards the door. The class was whispering to themselves, the Slytherins as shocked as the Gryffindors. Hermione's eyes fell on Pansy and she felt a strange rush come over her. Pansy glanced briefly at Hermione. Hermione blinked as she saw a red cast flutter over her eyes then vanished. Suddenly Pansy looked worried for Harry, her eyes intent where he was. A black aura had briefly surrounded her. Hermione tilted her head, her mind already whirling with the possibilities. She needed to talk to Narcissa soon.