[The story starts off with Harry having a dream, just so some don't get
confused]
"...Harry" I heard someone whisper my name. I suddenly found myself in a place I didn't recognise. It was dark and the air was cold. It felt as if someone was breathing down my neck. I turned around and the air rustled loudly. There was no one there. "Harry." The voice seemed to be getting louder, but where was it coming from? I continued to walk. "Harry!" I had heard that voice before. Suddenly a dark cloaked figure appeared before me and I knew exactly who had been calling me. It was none other than Lord Voldemort himself. I tried to run, but soon found that the way I had come in had mysteriously vanished. I panicked. I could feel the sweat dripping from my face as I tried desperately to get away. I began calling out to myself.
"HARRY WAKE UP!" I shouted as I ran as fast as I could. Just when I thought I had gotten away I fell into what appeared to be a bottomless pit. "HARRY!" I cried out.
"Harry? Harry wake up!" I shot up in my bed, sweat dripping from my face, my heart was racing, and my scar was burning uncontrolably. "Are you o.k.?"
I looked around the room before turning my attention back to Chelsie who had awoken me from my nightmare. "Yeah i'm fine." It seemed so real, yet it couldn't have possibly been.
"I got worried when you didn't show up at dinner. Did what happened this afternoon really upset you that much?"
I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down so I could respond to her question. "It didn't upset me, I was just, shocked that's all. I mean, Malfoy of all people."
She sighed. "I know, I made a mistake."
"But why? You could have just said no."
She nodded. "I could have, but you see Harry, it all goes back to one thing. The need to feel wanted. I mean no one ever paid any attention to me and when someone did I guess I was willing to do anything, and Draco took advantage of that."
"I'm sorry."
She hung her head and started to cry. "That's not me Harry. I just want you to know that. "
I leaned over and embraced her. "Oh hey, um there's a dance this weekend in the Great Hall, sort of a celebration for the new school year and I..."
She stopped me. "Don't even. I already have a date with Malfoy. He says if I don't go he'll say some really terrible things about me and I can't let him do that."
"I thought you didn't care what he said."
"It's not what you think. It's worse. There are some things about me, that I really would rather not talk about."
"Not even to me?"
She smirked. "Especially not to you."
This made me extremely suspicious about what it is she was hiding. What could be worse than having sex with Malfoy? "Well, if you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here."
"Thanks. Well i'm tired so I guess I better head off to bed." We exchanged smiles before she got up and left the room.
I rolled over onto my back and stared blankly at the ceiling. Millions of questions raced through my head, but I had not a single answer to any of them.
"...Harry" I heard someone whisper my name. I suddenly found myself in a place I didn't recognise. It was dark and the air was cold. It felt as if someone was breathing down my neck. I turned around and the air rustled loudly. There was no one there. "Harry." The voice seemed to be getting louder, but where was it coming from? I continued to walk. "Harry!" I had heard that voice before. Suddenly a dark cloaked figure appeared before me and I knew exactly who had been calling me. It was none other than Lord Voldemort himself. I tried to run, but soon found that the way I had come in had mysteriously vanished. I panicked. I could feel the sweat dripping from my face as I tried desperately to get away. I began calling out to myself.
"HARRY WAKE UP!" I shouted as I ran as fast as I could. Just when I thought I had gotten away I fell into what appeared to be a bottomless pit. "HARRY!" I cried out.
"Harry? Harry wake up!" I shot up in my bed, sweat dripping from my face, my heart was racing, and my scar was burning uncontrolably. "Are you o.k.?"
I looked around the room before turning my attention back to Chelsie who had awoken me from my nightmare. "Yeah i'm fine." It seemed so real, yet it couldn't have possibly been.
"I got worried when you didn't show up at dinner. Did what happened this afternoon really upset you that much?"
I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down so I could respond to her question. "It didn't upset me, I was just, shocked that's all. I mean, Malfoy of all people."
She sighed. "I know, I made a mistake."
"But why? You could have just said no."
She nodded. "I could have, but you see Harry, it all goes back to one thing. The need to feel wanted. I mean no one ever paid any attention to me and when someone did I guess I was willing to do anything, and Draco took advantage of that."
"I'm sorry."
She hung her head and started to cry. "That's not me Harry. I just want you to know that. "
I leaned over and embraced her. "Oh hey, um there's a dance this weekend in the Great Hall, sort of a celebration for the new school year and I..."
She stopped me. "Don't even. I already have a date with Malfoy. He says if I don't go he'll say some really terrible things about me and I can't let him do that."
"I thought you didn't care what he said."
"It's not what you think. It's worse. There are some things about me, that I really would rather not talk about."
"Not even to me?"
She smirked. "Especially not to you."
This made me extremely suspicious about what it is she was hiding. What could be worse than having sex with Malfoy? "Well, if you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here."
"Thanks. Well i'm tired so I guess I better head off to bed." We exchanged smiles before she got up and left the room.
I rolled over onto my back and stared blankly at the ceiling. Millions of questions raced through my head, but I had not a single answer to any of them.