Title: Dance Fever and Some Bad Dreams
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters or Hogwarts. And I do not own Draco. Sad
but true. **goes off and cries**
~~~~~~~~~~Chapter 4: Bye-bye bushiness and Potter's Punch
I stood in the mirror, wand in hand. Looking back at me was a bushy brown haired girl who was taking
one small step for this years goals. Doing something new and giving people the real Hermione Granger.
It really made me mad when people thought books and cleverness was all there was to me. I'll show
them that I'm not the predictable little Granger girl anymore. That I can be spontaneous and daring if I
want to……. I think- no! I can! And I will!
Taking a deep breath of cool mourning air, I gripped the wand tightly, and raised it to my hair,
"One," perhaps I will get some cute guy for my dance partner," two," and if I'm lucky I might be able to
get that boyfriend for this year," three!"
Bye-bye bushiness...
~~~~Draco's POV~~~
I dragged my fingers across the icy stonewalls walking lazily toward the Slytherin Common room. I had
never felt more tired in my entire life, than I have been for these past months. Too many sleepless nights
had gone by. My blood was probably swimming with caffeine from late night coffee drinks.
I had been walking for a good solid hour. The Snape's classroom wasn't all that far from the Great Hall
but something made me take as much time as I possibly could before going back to the dark dungeon of
a classroom. I had been needing to ask Professor Snape about my dreams
If I went back now, I know that I would just leap into bed and then go to sleep. I wouldn't-couldn't let that
happen.
But there was no escaping sleep. It was inevitable. But I will do all in my power to avoid it right now. I'll
do anything to stay awake. I'll do anything to avoid what I had to endure in sleep.
I was lucky Granger was there to wake me up on the train.... but then again I would have rather had it
been someone else-anyone else! Stupid Granger twit...
Although, I couldn't help but chuckle at her pathetic attempts to insult me by sticking her tongue out. At
that moment, to my shock, I felt like all worries had been lifted off my shoulders and only the thought of
Granger's smiling face was fluttering in my mind.
NO! Bloody Christ, Malfoy! Get a grip! It's just the lack of sleep...but she does have those sort of cute
eyes pretty brown eyes...
"Draco!" the call came from behind snapped me to my senses. As I turned my head to meet the eyes of
the caller I instinctively put a smirk on my face, held my head high, and shoulders back.
Crabb and Goyle were waddling as fast as their chubby legs would take them. Crabb was clutching three
pieces of parchment in his pudgy hand while Goyle carried a cup of something and cried with glee,
"We's got all out classes together Draco! Every single one!" I couldn't help but feel a sinking sensation in
the pit of my stomach. Sure Crabb and Goyle were born with two helpings of muscle. But with that came
a half a helping of brains. And not having a intelligent conversation with anyone got boring.
As they both came closer I got a whiff of the most precious smell to my nose these days. Coffee. It was
Goyle carrying the coffee. I could still see the steam rising like ghosts from the hot liquid.
"Do you mind?" I asked gesturing toward the coffee in Goyle's hand. Goyle stared blankly at me.
" The coffee!" Goyle jumped and nodded with a smile,
"Here's you goes Draco." Rolling my eyes I downed the steaming coffee in one large gulp. The heat
stung my throat giving it a prickling after feeling. I closed my eyes tightly trying to dismiss the painful
sting.
When the sting had gone down I breathed a sigh, tossed the empty cup to Goyle, and I snatched the
parchment papers from Crabb.
"Potions first……Dance last." I threw the parchment papers back to Crabb and started to walk briskly
down the hall. I could hear the thumping of Crabb and Goyle behind me as Goyle asked,
"Where's we goin', Draco?"
I spun around and snapped," *we* are going nowhere. But *I* am going to talk to Snape. And you guys
can go get my bags and meet me for first class."
Crabb and Goyle nodded and turned to head to the dorms. In truth I really didn't want to go see Snape.
But the dreams had gotten way out of hand. I couldn't even fit in a ten-minute nap without getting those
visions- or whatever they were.
I glanced out the window. The sun had fully risen and the sky was no longer its pink, purple, and blue. I
had about twenty or so minutes before people started to head off to their classes
I set off on a sluggish pace to Snape's rooms, dragging my feet on the cold floors, not really looking
forward to sitting down and talking to Snape or to anyone for that matter about my personal weaknesses-
not that I have more than one- which are my dreams of coarse……
I took my time walking down the stone steps to Snape's classroom door, which was ajar. I was just about
to invite myself in when I heard a voice that was not Snape……but Pothead Potter. Crap. But the next
thing I heard made my insides positively tickle,
"Stop it!! I can't do it! It's too hard!!" poor Potter was crying. I couldn't help but to grin at Pothead's
moment of weakness.
"Quit your pouting, Potter." Snapped my hero Snape, " You're going to have to learn how to block these
attacks on you. You're going to have to suck it up and block everything that comes your way! Do you
understand me?!" roared Snape.
There was a cold silence then rested like a thick blanket over the room, "Do……you……understand me,
Potter?" There was iciness to Snape's voice that made my blood run cold and even made my smirk be
replaced with a frown out of what felt like pity.
Snape was clearly awaiting Potter's answer and was in no rush to excuse him from the classroom until he
did, "Answer me, Potter." Hissed Snape.
After a couple long seconds I found myself thinking 'swallow your pathetic pride, Pothead, and say yes!'
A few more moments he finally muttered, "Yes."
Snape must have been satisfied because in a split second the mood had lightened and I heard his
footsteps crossing the room and over to his desk as he spoke, " I expect to see you again tomorrow for
another practice. And remember I will know if you have done your work, Potter."
Potter's footsteps came closer and closer to the door and once he was out of the class room I noticed
how extremely pale his face was. And I'm not one to look at guys skin but Potter's was as white as snow.
He was just out of sight from Snape when he noticed me and stopped. Glaring at me he growled, "Bet
you liked that. Didn't you, Ferret Boy."
I simply smirked and shrugged which made him ever more furious with me. I could see his right fist
clench so his knuckles were whiter than his face, " I wouldn't do that if I were you, Pothead." I warned
him slyly.
And I nodded to Snape's door, which was only a few feet to the left, "Snape might hear you and you
might then be sentenced to a detention with him……so I'd think twice about giving me the girly punch I
know you have."
This line was not as effective as I would have hoped for. Because the next thing Potter said was, "I just
thought twice." And then it came in one big rush. Potter fist came crashing down on my cheekbone.
I felt myself blacking out when I noticed that Potter was trying to do a hit and run. I would not allow this.
So I grabbed the front of his cloak with my left hand and thrust my right fist into his stomach causing him
to double over in pain, "Take that you, little sh-"
But before I could finish my badass sentence Potter pops up and take a swing at my jaw. I know I said
Potter had a girly punch but I guess you could say that I was kind of underestimating his fist power.
Less then a second after the Potter's punch I heard Snape yelling at the both of us. And then I heard the
voices and footsteps of the first class coming down the steps to Potions class. But there was something
very wrong with the picture in front of my eyes.
I heard Snape's voice getting further and further away, everything around me was swimming in and out
of focus……. and to my horror everything was getting darker and darker. No. I will not black out.
At that point I wasn't worried that if I blacked out my reputation would be ruined cause Potter was the one
to do the job. Oh no. I was afraid of the dreams- nightmares that would occur if I did black out.
They weren't normal nightmares. Most definitely not. These ones cause physical, flesh wounding pain
that were unbearable.
I would not allow myself to……to……black……out……. bloody hell……not……. again…….
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Tha-tha-tha-that's all folks! By the way if you didn't get the ending, he basically just feel unconscious and
you know what that means……. bad dreams! Mwahahaha! I'm very sorry that I have not updated in a
extremely long time. But I hope you can forgive me. I just have so much schoolwork. It's totally
suffocating. But I will try my best to update ASAP each time. Mucho luv!
