Disclaimer: I forgot to do one in my first chapter. I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters and all that good stuff. Lucky Miss Rowling does.
A/N: I know there's not much of a plot yet, but it's developing! So read and enjoy!
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Lying in bed Hermione thought deep thoughts. That stupid dream had come again. But it was different this time. She couldn't remember what was different, but something had definitely been off. Actually, just the fact that she was having that dream was off, but that was neither here nor there. She just wanted to remember what had been different about the dream.
"Oh well" she sighed aloud. She'd think of it later. She had quite a bit of alone time when she didn't have to share her room with anyone. And since her friends didn't hardly speak to her any longer.
She sighed again. She was so alone anymore. Harry and Ron both had girlfriends and had totally dropped her. Well, not totally. It still appeared to the entire school that they were the golden trio, but...they just never had time for her anymore. They were always off with their girlfriends. And while Ron had been with Lavender for almost a year now, Harry was quite the player.
Now Harry wasn't like Malfoy. Harry stayed with them for a while, romanced them a bit, but inevitably dropped them, whereas Malfoy took them to bed for one night and that was the end of it. Hermione had scolded Harry for his behavior many a times but it didn't matter. He would keep doing it, and she would still be his friend when it was all over.
She thought about those two. Not Harry and Ron, but Harry and Malfoy. While at first glance they seemed strikingly different. Harry had dark messy hair and a sort of rough rider appeal, while Malfoy had nearly white blonde hair and had a much more elegant aura. But both radiated strength and both shrugged off homework. It was kind of odd, how they were always at odds, but could be so much alike. Both were captains of their quidditch teams and both were leaders in their houses.
Now that she thought about it, both were rather sexy as well. Not that she would ever tell anyone that, but she thought it nonetheless.
Ron, on the other hand, had grown up quite well. He worked very hard on his homework. He and Harry still played practical jokes and whatnot, but Ron was a lot more focused. He was a prefect as well. From what Hermione had been told, when Ron's mother found out he was a prefect, her face beamed brighter than the sun. And Ron's was redder than a tomato. She wished she could have been there, but she had been traveling with her parents.
Hermione needed to get back to sleep. At the rate she was thinking, she wasn't going to fall asleep until sunrise. And she had a lot to do tomorrow with all her classes and such. And she wanted to research dreams. She hardly ever had recurring dreams, but when she did, they usually meant something.
"Night kitty" she said to Crooshanks who sat purring at the end of her bed.
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Draco lay awake in bed. He had had that dream again. He always seemed to wake in the middle of it. It felt like he was being pulled from it against his will."Man, I need to get laid" he said to himself. He was having trouble sleeping. When he didn't have that recurring dream he loved so much, he was having nightmares. They scared him so bad that he had to light a candle in order to stay alone in his room, and when he had the candle lit he couldn't sleep due to the feeble, yet comforting light it exuded. When he wasn't having nightmares, he was having that lovely erotic dream, but he always seemed to wake in the middle of it and could never get back to sleep afterward.
He wished he could just sleep the black sleep of one on drugs. But he didn't do that anymore. It had been six months since he'd been hooked on somnus, the magic equivalent to sleeping pills. Ever since he'd quit he only got a few hours of sleep a night, but it was better than being dependant on something. He hated when he needed something. Maybe that's why he never got caught up in a relationship...
No, he just didn't see anything worth keeping in any of those women he bedded. They were all worthless tramps, just giving themselves up for nothing. Or they were out for the Malfoy fortune. When he chose to marry, he'd marry an obedient woman who'd reflect good upbringing and manners. His wife would represent his family well, and would fear him.
At least that's what his father said. But Draco wasn't sure if that's what he wanted. He wanted someone he could talk to. And although he wouldn't admit it, deep inside he wanted someone who loved him for him. Someone that would stick by him even if he lost his great fortune. But that thought was buried so deep inside Draco, he didn't even realize it existed.
He sighed. He didn't need to be thinking about a future Mrs. Malfoy right now. Right now he needed to sleep.
But he couldn't. No matter how hard he tried he couldn't. Maybe if he just got a small drought, just to get him through a few nights...No. He couldn't do that. It would reverse all he had worked for, and would make him weak. This was one thing that he realized on his own. His father was addicted to opium and even had his own silver snuff box. Muggles don't know that the opium they take is merely a watered down version of a powerful magic-drug created by desperate wizards to learn the secrets of Chinese wizardry. Draco could see how it affected his father. It gave others leverage over him. He did things he wouldn't normally do, spoke to people he wouldn't normally speak to for his opium. He laughed at the simple minded muggles who threw away their lives for this small amount of magic. He didn't want to have any weaknesses. Never again.
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A/N: How did you like it? Please review! Give ideas, tell me how a bleeding rose will fit into the story!
Regina-terrae: I've changed the drugs part a bit. The Malfoy's would never do muggle drugs.