A/N: Enjoy…
Chapter Five
The Dream and Forced to the Hospital Wing
I did not return to potions that day. Instead, I dragged myself down to my dormitory. I was walking down the hall toward where the entrance to the Slytherin dungeon was, when I saw something by the statue. I ran closer and saw it was my knapsack. I rummaged through it and everything was there. I noticed something on the closure, a small piece of parchment. I opened it and it read:
I thought you might need this…
It had to have been Harry. Crabbe and Goyle are so stupid they probably didn't even see me leave. Pansy well Pansy is Pansy and she thinks I should carry her stuff. No, not going to happen. Ever. And the rest of my house is… I don't actually know what they are. There are really no words to describe them. I wondered how he got it there too. The bell had not even rung and it would not ring for another 30 minutes. Well, I was glad he got it here. I wondered how he knew where the entrance to Slytherin house was. I guess it did not matter I had my knapsack back. I was happy. I still felt nauseated. So I said our password (conquer all) and made my way to my room.
I pulled on my silk dark green pyjamas. Green was my favourite colour. I pulled back the sheets and blankets of my bed and climbed in. I lay there awake for quite sometime. My stomach was still bothering me and many times I had to roll over and heave into the wastebasket. Even though I had nothing left to get sick with it still sucked. Eventually, I dozed off into troubled sleep.
* * *
My mother is running. I am chasing her down a never-ending corridor. Our footsteps are ringing in my ears. The entire thing is in slow motion. Her gown is long, white and flowing. It makes her look younger and ethereal. She is laughing and calling out my name but no matter how fast I run I can never catch up.
Then, suddenly, I am transported to a very bright room. It's amazing how much light is pouring in with no windows or light sources. It is almost like I was transported to a void. Mom is standing in what appears to be the centre of what I am seeing. But she is not the only thing there. She has with her a crib. It is small and midnight-sky blue. She beckons me closer with the gentle wave of her hand.
Slowly, I step cautiously forward. That's when I heard it. A tiny, soft wail and then it grows louder. She holds up one slender, pale hand signalling me to stop. She appears to be crying, sadly. Then, she reaches into the crib and pulls up a tiny bundle.
The second the child is in my arms, all wailing ceases. Mom smiles at me through her tears. I look down to see the tiny child. I gasp in shock for the child looks exactly like me, but he has the exact same intense green eyes as Harry…
* * *
I woke from the dream in a cold sweat. I promptly threw up again, what I threw up is another thing. I looked over at the clock, 2 am. The dorm was dark and eerily quiet. I looked around, everyone, except me, had their curtains drawn around their beds. I could hear Terence mumbling in his sleep about Quidditch. Crabbe and Goyle were both sleeping soundly and I mean soundly, their snoring filled the entire dorm, but one gets used to it.
I let myself fall back to my bed with a dull thud from the blankets. I lay there straining my memory for the dream. I had lost it all except for this eternal white light and a baby. Whatever it was, it had given me quite a stir. I did not remember the dream until almost a year later. But that is not important until I get there.
I could not sleep for the rest of the night. So I lay there thinking about many things. But I mostly tried to make myself remember the dream. I ended up giving myself a headache though. Which was not fun, because I could not find the damn aspirin.
After a while, I got fed up with lying there. So, I put on my robe, took some clean clothes and headed for the showers. I walked up the stairs and turned the corner. I opened the door to see I had the showers all to myself. Score. I entered, took off my robe and pyjamas, and hung them on the hangers on the far wall. I turned on the shower and the first few minutes of water was cold, but it began to warm up.
I stepped into the stall cautiously still unsure of the water temperature. It was perfect. I sunk to the floor and let the water fall in a gentle rain over me. It was almost heaven. Eventually, I washed my hair and body, pulled some clothes on and went in search of breakfast. Why? I do not know, I guess it was just out of habit.
* * *
I was glad everybody was keeping his or her distance. Harry was too and that was a little upsetting but I did welcome the solitude with open arms. I was still feeling sick. Nothing really happened again until DADA.
"You look like crap," Harry pointed out. I was put beside him in this class because he was talking to Hermione and Ron too much.
"Thank you," I snapped. "I feel like it too."
"Is there a problem boys?"
"No professor," we both said drably. This seemed to be good enough of an answer. Professor Alkenbrack left us and went back to his lesson.
"Maybe you should go see Madame Pomfrey," he said quietly.
"What's with the sudden interest in my well being, Potter?" I said tersely.
"I don't want to see you dead. Much as we hate each other, I don't like to see people dead," He said offhanded. I rolled my eyes and he just kept looking at me.
"I'm sure you'll manage without me," I said dryly.
"No. I won't because no one is more fun to torture than you, Draco," he said my first name even as I keep using his last.
"You'll make do, Potter," I said copying down the note that was being written on the board. He put his hand up in the air.
"What is it, Mr. Potter?" Professor Alkenbrack asked annoyed that Harry had interrupted the lesson.
"May I escort Draco to the hospital wing? He doesn't look so good and I am sure you wouldn't want him to get sick in the middle of this awesome lecture on banshees," he said boldly. Professor Alkenbrack looked at him suspiciously for a moment and then scrutinizing at me. He sighed.
"Very well," he returned to the lesson.
Harry began to scramble around throwing his books into his knapsack and doing the same for me before I had time to react.
"What are you doing?" I asked under my breath.
"Quiet. I'm getting us out of class for free," He muttered as he grabbed my arm and practically dragged me out of class. He dragged me down the corridor and turned the corner before he finally let go of my arm.
I turned to go back to my dormitory before he grabbed my arm again.
"Where do you think you're going?" He asked.
"To my dormitory," I answered.
"No," he said matter-of-factly.
"Yes," I said as I tried to get out of his grasp.
"No, you are going to the infirmary. I said you look like crap and you said you felt like it. So, to get you to not feel like or look like crap, you're going to need medicine," he lectured as he marched me down the opposite way of my dorm toward the Hospital wing.
* * *
"Who did what to who?" Madame Pomfrey sighed as I was dragged into the hospital wing."No one did anything to anyone. Draco here says he feels like crap and I think he looks like it," Harry said nonchalantly. I sighed. Did he really have to keep saying that? I heard the bell ring. Harry
looked up and shrugged.
"Well come here, Mr Malfoy," she said with a wave of her hand. I walked over to her and she began looking into my eyes and checking my throat. Harry began to laugh uncontrollably and I stuck out my tongue at him. He returned the gesture. I tried not to laugh because when he did it he looked like a six-year-old not a fifteen year old.
"Well, you've got a touch of the flu," Madame Pomfrey informed me.
"Feels more like a touch," I muttered. She left me on the bed as she went for a potion.
"Looks more like a touch too," Harry said as he got up on the bed beside me.
"Thank you, Potter, really," I said sarcastically. He laughed.
"It's the truth or would you prefer me to lie?"
"When it comes to the way I look… YES LIE!" I bellowed the last two words and he laughed again. Ron and Hermione slid, laughing, into the room.
"Hey Harry!" Hermione said happily. Then spotted me. "Malfoy."
"Granger," was my harsh reply.
"Malfoy," Ron said sharply as he turned to look at Harry imploringly.
"Weasley," I said unkindly.
"Well, see ya," Harry said as he hopped off the bed to follow his friends.
"Bye," I said quietly. He left me, again, pondering what had just happened.
"Here," Madame Pomfrey said as she threw some pyjamas at me. "You're staying here for the night. Take this."
She handed me a glass of steaming potion. I took a sip and made a face.
"That's horrible," I commented.
"I know. I had to take it all too many times in my youth, so I know what you're going through and you have my sympathy," she said as she helped me under the blankets. "Drink up."
I closed my eyes and downed the disgusting potion. It did help though. Immediately, a nice, warm calm feeling descended on me. It felt wonderful and that was the first time I slept peacefully since my mother's death.
* * *
I came to consciousness before I opened my eyes. I stretched a little and made a contented noise. I heard someone laugh softly and I froze where I was. I opened my eyes slowly and found myself looking into Harry's amazing green eyes. I was lying on my side and he had his face right up close to mine.
"Good morning," he said as he sat up.
"Morning?" I asked dumbly. I had thought I was only asleep for a couple of hours.
"Yeah, it's only 6am. I had to see how you were doing. You don't look like crap now," he smiled.
"Thanks," I said quite sleepily.
"I just came to see how you were. So I'll let you get back to sleep now. Bye," He said as he stood.
"Bye," I mumbled as sleep overtook me again.
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A/N: Well, how was that? I'm sick today so I had a lot of time to write… I just thought this was another cute little thing between Draco and Harry… I'm not really sure what's gonna happen next… Any suggestions? Tell me in a review and review even if you don't have suggestions please! Thanks so much for reading this… Well, I'm tired… I'll write more as soon as I can… Thanks again for reading and reviewing… Luv Gia…