Chapter five
**- Pine Fresh
When Draco woke up, sweat was running down his forehead. The dream lingered in his mind. And on his lips. 'It must have been something I ate. That caused me to have nightmares.. Yea that's it..' A little voice sounded in his head. [About Harry though?] 'Well I hate him so much.. And it's Potter! Not Harry.' [So you refuse to call him Harry even in your mind? And admit it, it wasn't a nightmare. It was a dream. A good Dream.]
Not knowing Draco was speaking aloud, he yelled, "Oh just shut up!" Several other slytherins glanced in his way and he heard Pansy whisper awkwardly. Draco tried to shrug his thoughts away as he walked up stairs to get some things from his trunk. He grabbed a bottle of shampoo and his bottle of moose, along with his bag of clothes. Then he headed for the Prefect's bathroom.
When he arrived at the statue leading off to the prefect's bathroom, he whispered the password. "Pine Fresh."
The statue moved out across the floor slowly, scrapping the already damaged cement. Draco went inside. The room was quiet and smelled of pine. [Well that does make sense you know..] He headed straight for a private stall that contained a shower and mirror.
Draco stripped down and stepped into the shower, allowing the warm current of water to slide down his hair and trickle down his back. He squirted some shampoo into his palm and began to apply it to his scalp. His thoughts went from his father, to you-know-who, to Harry again. He couldn't help himself as his hand slowly went down and touched his lips. [Why were you really dreaming of him?] Asked the little voice. In the privacy of the shower Draco felt comfortable enough to mumble under his breath.
"Go away.."
[I'm part of you. I can never go away.] This time Draco just chose to ignore it. [You don't hate him, do you? Admit it.] Once again he commanded his mind to shut up and quickly began to think of something else. In the back of his head however, his thoughts stayed on Potter.
Draco stepped out of the shower and turned the water off. He wrapped a towel around himself and looked into the mirror. The image was fogged with mist, and he rubbed his hand against the glass in a circle. It slowly cleared. He looked down at his can of moose and picked it up. Draco changed into some fresh robes, though he thought about muggle wear. After all, everyone wore muggle wear on the weekend. Why shouldn't he? The answer was simple. 'Father.'
He ran a comb through his damp hair and put it behind his ears. For now he decided not to moose it, and he packed his stuff away. The used towel disappeared in mid-air. 'I wish my thoughts would to that to..' said Draco to himself. The little voice spoke again. [No you don't.]
When Draco was leaving the bathroom he was watching the floor instead of where he was going. Turning around a corner he ran into the one person he wanted to see the least.
"Watch where you're going!" Snapped Draco, though it lacked his normal drawl.
"I was. Unlike you." Said Harry, watching Draco carefully as he stood up. Draco picked up his bag and stood up, dusting his clothes off. His eyes meant Harry's.
For a moment it was like Harry was back in the dream. He fought not to get lost in Draco's eyes again, and couldn't help feeling even more confused then before. 'It was just a dream - A good dream, but a dream none the less.' Admitted Harry to himself.
Draco held back a smile, though he was kicking himself in the inside. 'What is wrong with me?'
The moment was lost, and Draco's eyes turned back to an angry gray.
"Take a picture Potter."
Harry snapped out of it. "Tempted to, but I don't want to break my Camera. Dra- Malfoy." Spat Harry.
"What did you say Potter?" Draco's eyes narrowed at Harry's slip up.
"Nothing that's important, You should really get your ears checked out." Harry's come back was lame and for a moment he could have sworn he saw Draco's eye twinkle. Before he could be sure, Draco walked off, turning his back to Harry.
**- Pine Fresh
When Draco woke up, sweat was running down his forehead. The dream lingered in his mind. And on his lips. 'It must have been something I ate. That caused me to have nightmares.. Yea that's it..' A little voice sounded in his head. [About Harry though?] 'Well I hate him so much.. And it's Potter! Not Harry.' [So you refuse to call him Harry even in your mind? And admit it, it wasn't a nightmare. It was a dream. A good Dream.]
Not knowing Draco was speaking aloud, he yelled, "Oh just shut up!" Several other slytherins glanced in his way and he heard Pansy whisper awkwardly. Draco tried to shrug his thoughts away as he walked up stairs to get some things from his trunk. He grabbed a bottle of shampoo and his bottle of moose, along with his bag of clothes. Then he headed for the Prefect's bathroom.
When he arrived at the statue leading off to the prefect's bathroom, he whispered the password. "Pine Fresh."
The statue moved out across the floor slowly, scrapping the already damaged cement. Draco went inside. The room was quiet and smelled of pine. [Well that does make sense you know..] He headed straight for a private stall that contained a shower and mirror.
Draco stripped down and stepped into the shower, allowing the warm current of water to slide down his hair and trickle down his back. He squirted some shampoo into his palm and began to apply it to his scalp. His thoughts went from his father, to you-know-who, to Harry again. He couldn't help himself as his hand slowly went down and touched his lips. [Why were you really dreaming of him?] Asked the little voice. In the privacy of the shower Draco felt comfortable enough to mumble under his breath.
"Go away.."
[I'm part of you. I can never go away.] This time Draco just chose to ignore it. [You don't hate him, do you? Admit it.] Once again he commanded his mind to shut up and quickly began to think of something else. In the back of his head however, his thoughts stayed on Potter.
Draco stepped out of the shower and turned the water off. He wrapped a towel around himself and looked into the mirror. The image was fogged with mist, and he rubbed his hand against the glass in a circle. It slowly cleared. He looked down at his can of moose and picked it up. Draco changed into some fresh robes, though he thought about muggle wear. After all, everyone wore muggle wear on the weekend. Why shouldn't he? The answer was simple. 'Father.'
He ran a comb through his damp hair and put it behind his ears. For now he decided not to moose it, and he packed his stuff away. The used towel disappeared in mid-air. 'I wish my thoughts would to that to..' said Draco to himself. The little voice spoke again. [No you don't.]
When Draco was leaving the bathroom he was watching the floor instead of where he was going. Turning around a corner he ran into the one person he wanted to see the least.
"Watch where you're going!" Snapped Draco, though it lacked his normal drawl.
"I was. Unlike you." Said Harry, watching Draco carefully as he stood up. Draco picked up his bag and stood up, dusting his clothes off. His eyes meant Harry's.
For a moment it was like Harry was back in the dream. He fought not to get lost in Draco's eyes again, and couldn't help feeling even more confused then before. 'It was just a dream - A good dream, but a dream none the less.' Admitted Harry to himself.
Draco held back a smile, though he was kicking himself in the inside. 'What is wrong with me?'
The moment was lost, and Draco's eyes turned back to an angry gray.
"Take a picture Potter."
Harry snapped out of it. "Tempted to, but I don't want to break my Camera. Dra- Malfoy." Spat Harry.
"What did you say Potter?" Draco's eyes narrowed at Harry's slip up.
"Nothing that's important, You should really get your ears checked out." Harry's come back was lame and for a moment he could have sworn he saw Draco's eye twinkle. Before he could be sure, Draco walked off, turning his back to Harry.