Chapter One- Thoughts of Sleep
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Life, it seems so far away
drifting father every day
getting lost within myself
nothing matters, no one else *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The years he had spent under his father's irate instruction had finally paid off. Now he had his own room, no more sleeping with the common, and no more distractions. He glanced around at all the books and the latest scroll from the manor. The man had given him implicit instructions before being carried off. His own mother had come to Hogwarts dutifully to give him the cursed thing with the remnants of a defeated smile. After all the man had done she still obeyed. 'Disgusting' he thought bitterly. Frankly he'd rather remain alone than beat his wife. 'My wife? How stupid! I don't need a wife, don't need anyone, it is what makes me better than the rest.'
Turning back over he tried again to clear the thoughts from his head. If he didn't get some sleep they would be suspicious, and then of course people would talk. His reputation was already hanging, he couldn't possibly spare any more blemishes to his name. So, for the ten hours, he went on like this talking to himself, trying to coax himself into uneasy sleep. But just as he was on the verge of closing his steel-like eyes there was a fleeting image of one very exposed Miss Granger. He stopped breathing, waiting for it to pass, hoping it would go away, but the vision only increased in size. He had to admit she had gotten to be somewhat beautiful in a bizarre, exasperating, sort of way. They had been prefects for two years now, and now they were Head Boy and Head Girl together.
The word whirled around his head elatedly. He supposed his little mudblood couldn't be too bad when it came right down to it. Although she hung out with those imbeciles, and had joined in on jinxing him the year before, she was above being just a simple mudblood. She was their mastermind, the one person that could get them out of a pinch. He scowled heatedly as he thought of the elder of the two Weasley's. The boy fancied Granger certainly, but did not bother to appreciate her as he did, even if it was from a distance. What could he say? The girl had gotten under his skin. 'God I love . . .'
"Ahhhhh!!" he screamed, bolting from the bed.
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I hear her voice in my mind
I know her face by heart
Heaven and earth move my soul
I don't know where to start
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Chest heaving, he glared down at the traitorous sheets, refusing to take responsibility for his own dream. 'Nightmare! It was a stupid nightmare!' he berated himself. How dare Granger invade his thoughts! 'Oh god how am I ever going to get to sleep now?' he thought anxiously. Would she come back to toy with his mind again? Would he give into the nightmare just for the peace of sleep afterward?
"Damn you Granger, you are making life extremely difficult."
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Life, it seems so far away
drifting father every day
getting lost within myself
nothing matters, no one else *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
The years he had spent under his father's irate instruction had finally paid off. Now he had his own room, no more sleeping with the common, and no more distractions. He glanced around at all the books and the latest scroll from the manor. The man had given him implicit instructions before being carried off. His own mother had come to Hogwarts dutifully to give him the cursed thing with the remnants of a defeated smile. After all the man had done she still obeyed. 'Disgusting' he thought bitterly. Frankly he'd rather remain alone than beat his wife. 'My wife? How stupid! I don't need a wife, don't need anyone, it is what makes me better than the rest.'
Turning back over he tried again to clear the thoughts from his head. If he didn't get some sleep they would be suspicious, and then of course people would talk. His reputation was already hanging, he couldn't possibly spare any more blemishes to his name. So, for the ten hours, he went on like this talking to himself, trying to coax himself into uneasy sleep. But just as he was on the verge of closing his steel-like eyes there was a fleeting image of one very exposed Miss Granger. He stopped breathing, waiting for it to pass, hoping it would go away, but the vision only increased in size. He had to admit she had gotten to be somewhat beautiful in a bizarre, exasperating, sort of way. They had been prefects for two years now, and now they were Head Boy and Head Girl together.
The word whirled around his head elatedly. He supposed his little mudblood couldn't be too bad when it came right down to it. Although she hung out with those imbeciles, and had joined in on jinxing him the year before, she was above being just a simple mudblood. She was their mastermind, the one person that could get them out of a pinch. He scowled heatedly as he thought of the elder of the two Weasley's. The boy fancied Granger certainly, but did not bother to appreciate her as he did, even if it was from a distance. What could he say? The girl had gotten under his skin. 'God I love . . .'
"Ahhhhh!!" he screamed, bolting from the bed.
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I hear her voice in my mind
I know her face by heart
Heaven and earth move my soul
I don't know where to start
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Chest heaving, he glared down at the traitorous sheets, refusing to take responsibility for his own dream. 'Nightmare! It was a stupid nightmare!' he berated himself. How dare Granger invade his thoughts! 'Oh god how am I ever going to get to sleep now?' he thought anxiously. Would she come back to toy with his mind again? Would he give into the nightmare just for the peace of sleep afterward?
"Damn you Granger, you are making life extremely difficult."