Draco lay in bed, his eyes unwilling to open and spoil the last remnants of his dream. He mentally embraced the auburn-haired figure, his fingers just brushing the porcelain skin before wisps clouded his vision and he awoke fully.
The four-poster bunk was sweet with his familiar scent and it was some minutes before Draco could bring his body to push away the covers and trod to the boy's lavatory, sleep still clouding his eyes. However, he was soon bright eyed after catching a whif of Crabbe's 'Cavity Crave' toothpaste, a trinket bought at Zonko's last Hogsmeade visit that would probably inflict more damage than provoke amusement.
While attempting to hold his breath and brush his teeth at the same time, Draco spotted Blaise effortlessly induce the bathroom door to open with a flip of his wand. Setting the thing aside, he proceeded to wash himself, casting a reserved nod to Draco, who offered his greetings accordingly. It was seldom that the two spoke, Blaise being a loner and Draco being the most coveted Slytherin male, according to his (numerous) lovely ladies. But sometimes Draco found himself wishing that he wouldn't mind putting on Blaise's spotless leather loafers for a day or two, just to step away from his expecting crowd.
Draco relieved himself of these troubling thoughts with a splash of cool water to the face. Once back in the dorm he dressed, his fingers guiding themselves to expertly fasten his acid green tie onto the white collared shirt, then don the standard Slytherin robes. Lastly, his black leather shoes were tied, and with one last glance at Blaise, Draco exited the Common Room.
He was just leaving the Great Hall after a simple breakfast of toast, when he heard it.
"Draco!"
The blonde sighed. It was Pansy, of course.
"Draco, darling, did you forget about something?" Her raven hair harshly reflected the floating candle's flame into Draco's eyes, and he squinted as they walked.
"Yes...I felt a bit lightheaded, so I couldn't meet you...besides, it was late and you know I need my beauty rest," he half-joked, his lie obvious to her piercing eyes. He didn't apologize, though. He had never sincerely apologized in his life, and wasn't about to start, especially with such a petty instance as this. Pansy pursed her lips and held her chin a bit higher, replying how she shouldn't even attempt to wait up for him all night all alone, but he was hardly listening. It wasn't the first time he had lost interest in Pansy's love-making escapades.
Without waiting for her to express her undying love for his body, he lengthened his stride, and she was quickly left behind in the hall while he headed for the Potions room.
"Would you like to join the class in our enlightening discussion, Mr Malfoy?" Snape hissed, and Draco was caught off-guard at the sudden appearance of his Potions teacher but grateful for the near-silent reprimanding. Of course, it was widely known that Snape favored his own house, so Draco wasn't in much danger of being openly disgraced. The boy reluctantly pulled his gaze away from the Gryffindor female standing over her cauldron, purposely distracting him (so it seemed), as Snape gave him one last warning look.
Hermione gave a wave of her auburn hair as her brew turned a favorable icy blue, precisely what Draco wanted in his but could not seem to get. He wanted to ask her for help, then turned on the idea as his mind conveniently reminded him of the long-standing controversy between the Gryffindors and Slytherins. How could he have forgotten? Maybe it was because the lean girl's hair looked nearly as soft as the figure in his constant dream...maybe because her skin was almost as white and impeccable.
"Damnit," Draco sarcastically muttered. At least in his dreams the feelings were mutual.