Disclaimer: My world would be a happier place if you shut up and let me forget these characters aren't mine.
A/N: this is the second chapter I've written in one day, third chapter in all. And guess what? I have four reviews. One of them from myself. It's rather pathetic. So, come on people, review my crappy little story and make my day.
A word was murmured, and Draco blinked slowly. Everything started out a little hazy, but after a few moments he could see again. He was in a white bed in a dark room with a bed a few feet away from him. Someone was watching him.
Then it was as if someone had tugged him into a smaller, more fuzzy room. It was like he was in the back of his head, and something else was occupying the front. He could see and hear everything very clearly, but he couldn't feel any emotion, or touch anything, or control his body.
"Hi," a childish voice was saying shyly. "I'm Dwaco's new fwend, Emily."
And sitting up in bed was a bewildered Harry.
Harry Potter stared and stared at the person next to him. His mind couldn't seem to take it all in.
Draco Malfoy, Draco who sneered and smirked, and insulted him, and always got better marks than him. Draco who loathed him and had been…more withdrawn and quieter for a while now…
But it was like it was a whole new person. Here was this person, this child, staring shyly out of Draco's silver eyes. It was Draco fucking Malfoy, for Christ's sake! Imagine the insane coincidence it took to have them both in the same room, as roommates in a psychiatric ward.
"Draco?" Harry asked hesitantly.
"Emily," Draco said stubbornly, lower lip sticking out childishly.
"Okay," Harry said nervously. "My name's Harry Potter."
"Why am I hewe, Hawwy Pottow? The child lisped.
"Uh, I, uh, don't really know," Harry stammered.
"I'm sweepy," yawned Emily/Draco. "Goodnight, Hawwy Pottow!"
"Goodnight," Harry whispered. For once, he forgot his own troubles and walked as quickly as he could without running to the nearest staff.
The nearest staff happened to be a very round lady all in pink robes. "Um, about my roommate?" Harry began. "What's wrong with him?"
"We're not really sure, hon," the lady said kindly. "We think he has Multiple Personality Disorder."
Harry sat there, stunned. Draco Malfoy, with any kind of disorder at all? Harry himself was Bipolar, but Malfoy? Maybe his nightmares had changed and this was just some weird kind of dream.
"We haven't given him a psychiatric evaluation yet, but that's what I, personally, think," the lady, who had dyed blond hair, continued.
"Good night, then" Harry said softly, still mulling over what had happened.
"Goodnight, dear," the women said.
Draco/Emily was lying in bed, curled up into a little ball, with his thumb in his mouth. His eyes were shut very tightly and he was shivering in his sleep.
Harry looked on with mixed emotions. First he learns that his rival may have Multiple Personality Disorder, then he learns that Draco Malfoy looks cute when he sleeps.
A/N: sorry it was so short! But I'm not really feeling encouraged seeing as I only have two real reviews glares pointedly and I'm very tired. In the next chapter a new personality or two will emerge, as well as the current three, which of course includes Draco. Harry will find that he isn't the only one with a shitty life and Draco is going to become rather dependent on Harry, or at least for a while he will. Tell me what you think and please, please tell me what I'm doing wrong and what I'm doing right. I don't mind if this all sucks, just tell me why. Oh, and thanks to my two actual reviewers!
