Authors Notes:
This was my first serious attempt at fanfiction of any kind, therefore it is a little shaky. Mucho love to my wonderful beta, Chrissy. Much angsty inspiration from Linkin Park of all bands.
Thanks to all for the comments so far!
Terror, utter terror. Draco almost jumped a meter when he saw her lying there. He was instantly out of bed and backing away from her, as if she were a deadly spider. He suddenly became aware of every sound he made, how messed up his hair was and the fact that he wasn't wearing a shirt. What if she wakes up? She's going to scream, she will cry. Her parents will find that she's gone! They'll know enough to be able to contact someone, someone will come and arrest me, and for kidnapping! All these thoughts ran in neat little circles in his mind, each trying to shout louder than the other. Draco held his hands to his eyes, trying to block the voices out. He pressed in on his head and then took his hands away, but to no use, she was still there!
He started to pace around the room, distressed, thinking of all the awful things that were heading his way. He didn't notice her move the first time, but the second time he turned and walked quickly to the bedside. Half way there he slowed down, remembering that if she woke up she would most probably be very angry. He looked down at her, still asleep, and quite peacefully, as if she was at home in her own bed. For a split second he forgot his worries and admired her face, she was pretty in her own way; now that her hair wasn't so bushy and she had grown up, she was even beautiful, sleeping there...but no. Draco threw his mind of its path and went back to the task at hand.
For hours he just fretted, thinking of what his father would say, how long he would be in Azkaban for...soon enough the daylight came, at least he wasn't pulling the sun up himself. He had put on a dressing gown and was sitting in a chair next to the bed, just waiting for her to wake up.
There was only one problem. She didn't wake. She just slept and slept. Breakfast time came and went, still no sign of her waking. Draco had locked all the doors that led to his bedroom and had threatened Mador's life if he came anywhere near. Draco sat still in his chair, just waiting for her to stir, just waiting to see what she would say, whatever it turned out to be; anger or fear, he was ready for it all.
"You ready Malfoy?"
Draco looked over his shoulder, away from the lake which he had been staring at for at least an hour. Liam Latchbolt stood behind him, tall and handsome, smiling his perfect smile. Draco felt a headache coming on like a dark cloud, envy rising up as he looked at Liam's face.
"Ready when you are." Draco said, standing up. "Don't know why I agreed to this." He muttered.
"Oh come on Dragon boy!" Liam smirked, "A walk around the grounds will do you good."
"I'm not here for exercise, Latchbolt." Draco said as he caught up with Liam, who had started off across the green.
"Well neither am I. But if we sat in the main hall and chatted, people might get suspicious, you know, Slytherin and Hufflepuff. Doesn't really look good eh?"
"Especially if it's you."
"Especially if it's you, you mean." Liam smiled.
"I guess so." Draco sighed, "Look, do you know the spell or not?"
"I am the only one who knows the spell."
"I don't think so, I am sure Dumble-git knows it." Draco scoffed.
"Well you're not asking him are you?"
Draco paused. He had to learn this spell, and Latchbolt was the only one who knew it, or, the only one he could ask without arousing too much suspicion.
"How did you learn it anyway?" Draco said, changing the subject.
"Oh I've been studying healing for two years now. Watch!" Liam pulled out his wand and pointed it at Draco's arm. Draco froze as Liam shouted, "Fervesco!"
Instantly, little boils appeared on Draco's forearm, stinging and bubbling. Wincing, Draco looked at Liam, who seemed to be in a predicament as to whether or not he really wanted to heal Draco. His conscience got the better of him though and he held his free hand out over the boils. "Curatio!"
The boils covered up and disappeared a minute or so later.
"Thanks" said Draco in his coldest tone.
"Easy big fella, it's no problem. I healed them didn't I?"
"The spell?" Draco prompted.
"Ok, ok." Liam looked around. Sure enough, they were now standing near a tree that blocked them both from the view of the other students, who were sitting on the grass in the sun. "A powerful waking spell...hmmm, I don't know..." Liam was mocking, pretending to be deep in thought, with his eyes skyward. "Ah, that's the one. Exsuscito. The way to really make it work is to try and concentrate on something that a person couldn't do in a dream."
"That's a bit hard, everything can happen in dreams."
"Well yeah, but try and think reality. Think, well, think of something boring. That's what I do, I think of things like having breakfast, boring, see?"
An hour later and Draco had the spell mastered. Liam stood up, dusting off his cloak.
"That was good; you must be doing well to wake me up from that dream."
"Why's that?"
"It was a good dream, wasn't it?" Liam smirked, and then cracked his knuckles loudly. Draco was sure he heard him laughing softy as they walked back to the school.
"So why do you need to know this anyway?"
"Er..."
"Want to keep those first years awake while you give them lectures?" Liam suggested.
"Something like that."
"Uh huh, well, all I am concerned with is that it is a healing spell. It doesn't cause any harm, unless of course you count waking people up who haven't had enough sleep...That's the only reason why I agreed to teach it to you. It's harmless."
"Thanks for the vote of confidence."
"No problem." Liam turned to face him; they had reached the entrance to the classrooms. "I'll see you on the pitch next week then." he smiled, perfectly.
"See you then." Draco knew they were back to being enemies and he also knew he liked it that way. He watched Liam walk off to a set of seats where Ginny Weasley sat chatting to a group of girls. The girls saw Liam approaching and all started to giggle loudly. Draco watched in amusement as Ginny shouted at them, reprimanding them for being childish. The girls giggled again and walked off, leaving Liam and Ginny to sit by themselves. Liam relaxed into the seat, casually putting his arm around Ginny. Draco felt another stab of jealousy. Why did it come so easy for Liam?
Draco spent most of the day wandering around his room, worried and angry at himself. Why did he have to wake her? What was his big idea? But in the end, no matter how many of his books on Alucinors he consulted, it was a waiting process. He sat down again in his chair, full from his afternoon meal, and waited.
Soon he found himself nodding, his eyelids becoming heavier and heavier. He fought against it, he must stay awake, but no, nothing could keep him there. The little voice cooed in his ears, telling him to sleep, to let go, to become lost. And with a small whimper, he lost the fight.
This was my first serious attempt at fanfiction of any kind, therefore it is a little shaky. Mucho love to my wonderful beta, Chrissy. Much angsty inspiration from Linkin Park of all bands.
Thanks to all for the comments so far!
Terror, utter terror. Draco almost jumped a meter when he saw her lying there. He was instantly out of bed and backing away from her, as if she were a deadly spider. He suddenly became aware of every sound he made, how messed up his hair was and the fact that he wasn't wearing a shirt. What if she wakes up? She's going to scream, she will cry. Her parents will find that she's gone! They'll know enough to be able to contact someone, someone will come and arrest me, and for kidnapping! All these thoughts ran in neat little circles in his mind, each trying to shout louder than the other. Draco held his hands to his eyes, trying to block the voices out. He pressed in on his head and then took his hands away, but to no use, she was still there!
He started to pace around the room, distressed, thinking of all the awful things that were heading his way. He didn't notice her move the first time, but the second time he turned and walked quickly to the bedside. Half way there he slowed down, remembering that if she woke up she would most probably be very angry. He looked down at her, still asleep, and quite peacefully, as if she was at home in her own bed. For a split second he forgot his worries and admired her face, she was pretty in her own way; now that her hair wasn't so bushy and she had grown up, she was even beautiful, sleeping there...but no. Draco threw his mind of its path and went back to the task at hand.
For hours he just fretted, thinking of what his father would say, how long he would be in Azkaban for...soon enough the daylight came, at least he wasn't pulling the sun up himself. He had put on a dressing gown and was sitting in a chair next to the bed, just waiting for her to wake up.
There was only one problem. She didn't wake. She just slept and slept. Breakfast time came and went, still no sign of her waking. Draco had locked all the doors that led to his bedroom and had threatened Mador's life if he came anywhere near. Draco sat still in his chair, just waiting for her to stir, just waiting to see what she would say, whatever it turned out to be; anger or fear, he was ready for it all.
"You ready Malfoy?"
Draco looked over his shoulder, away from the lake which he had been staring at for at least an hour. Liam Latchbolt stood behind him, tall and handsome, smiling his perfect smile. Draco felt a headache coming on like a dark cloud, envy rising up as he looked at Liam's face.
"Ready when you are." Draco said, standing up. "Don't know why I agreed to this." He muttered.
"Oh come on Dragon boy!" Liam smirked, "A walk around the grounds will do you good."
"I'm not here for exercise, Latchbolt." Draco said as he caught up with Liam, who had started off across the green.
"Well neither am I. But if we sat in the main hall and chatted, people might get suspicious, you know, Slytherin and Hufflepuff. Doesn't really look good eh?"
"Especially if it's you."
"Especially if it's you, you mean." Liam smiled.
"I guess so." Draco sighed, "Look, do you know the spell or not?"
"I am the only one who knows the spell."
"I don't think so, I am sure Dumble-git knows it." Draco scoffed.
"Well you're not asking him are you?"
Draco paused. He had to learn this spell, and Latchbolt was the only one who knew it, or, the only one he could ask without arousing too much suspicion.
"How did you learn it anyway?" Draco said, changing the subject.
"Oh I've been studying healing for two years now. Watch!" Liam pulled out his wand and pointed it at Draco's arm. Draco froze as Liam shouted, "Fervesco!"
Instantly, little boils appeared on Draco's forearm, stinging and bubbling. Wincing, Draco looked at Liam, who seemed to be in a predicament as to whether or not he really wanted to heal Draco. His conscience got the better of him though and he held his free hand out over the boils. "Curatio!"
The boils covered up and disappeared a minute or so later.
"Thanks" said Draco in his coldest tone.
"Easy big fella, it's no problem. I healed them didn't I?"
"The spell?" Draco prompted.
"Ok, ok." Liam looked around. Sure enough, they were now standing near a tree that blocked them both from the view of the other students, who were sitting on the grass in the sun. "A powerful waking spell...hmmm, I don't know..." Liam was mocking, pretending to be deep in thought, with his eyes skyward. "Ah, that's the one. Exsuscito. The way to really make it work is to try and concentrate on something that a person couldn't do in a dream."
"That's a bit hard, everything can happen in dreams."
"Well yeah, but try and think reality. Think, well, think of something boring. That's what I do, I think of things like having breakfast, boring, see?"
An hour later and Draco had the spell mastered. Liam stood up, dusting off his cloak.
"That was good; you must be doing well to wake me up from that dream."
"Why's that?"
"It was a good dream, wasn't it?" Liam smirked, and then cracked his knuckles loudly. Draco was sure he heard him laughing softy as they walked back to the school.
"So why do you need to know this anyway?"
"Er..."
"Want to keep those first years awake while you give them lectures?" Liam suggested.
"Something like that."
"Uh huh, well, all I am concerned with is that it is a healing spell. It doesn't cause any harm, unless of course you count waking people up who haven't had enough sleep...That's the only reason why I agreed to teach it to you. It's harmless."
"Thanks for the vote of confidence."
"No problem." Liam turned to face him; they had reached the entrance to the classrooms. "I'll see you on the pitch next week then." he smiled, perfectly.
"See you then." Draco knew they were back to being enemies and he also knew he liked it that way. He watched Liam walk off to a set of seats where Ginny Weasley sat chatting to a group of girls. The girls saw Liam approaching and all started to giggle loudly. Draco watched in amusement as Ginny shouted at them, reprimanding them for being childish. The girls giggled again and walked off, leaving Liam and Ginny to sit by themselves. Liam relaxed into the seat, casually putting his arm around Ginny. Draco felt another stab of jealousy. Why did it come so easy for Liam?
Draco spent most of the day wandering around his room, worried and angry at himself. Why did he have to wake her? What was his big idea? But in the end, no matter how many of his books on Alucinors he consulted, it was a waiting process. He sat down again in his chair, full from his afternoon meal, and waited.
Soon he found himself nodding, his eyelids becoming heavier and heavier. He fought against it, he must stay awake, but no, nothing could keep him there. The little voice cooed in his ears, telling him to sleep, to let go, to become lost. And with a small whimper, he lost the fight.