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Ch. 2 Shadow

August 18th

Harry Potter was walking in a tall and over grown feild. He didn't have any idea where he was walking, but he knew where he would end up. He ducked under a low grown tree and then he was in a whole new place. The smell of tulips and roses combined hit him strongly. He entered a beautiful meadow. There were vast flowers; falling from trees and what seemed to be the sky, although it was more lavender than blue. He looked up in amazement, mezmerized by the beautiful sight of it all. Yes, all of this was very familiar.

Harry focused his attention on the center of the small circular meadow. There was a beautiful fair skinned elven girl dancing slowley and ever so gracefully, as if to music Harry just couldn't hear. Her eyes were closed and her blonde and red streaked hair was swaying to an invisible breeze. Her dress was short and slightly revealing, but Harry didn't care. All he could think about was dancing with the Elf, because he would never see one as beautiful as her again.

Harry took no more than two steps towards the Elf, when her eyes snapped open and his scar stung. It was just a twinge, so Harry shook it off quickly and focused on the girl once again. Her eyes were green, but not a green ever thought of for eyes. They were acid green, and positivley glowed. She began dancing faster now, and moving her body to a whole different melody. Her elbows were swinging, and her hips moving capivatingly. They were beckoning Harry closer, and Harry felt no objection.

He finally reached her and she began to laugh. It was curious and almost sing song. And when she had finished, touched Harry's cheek gently. Her hands were like caressing fire. He reached for her face as well, but right before Harry reached it, He jerked awake.

Harry jumped and he heard the soft breathing of Hermione Granger beside him. Harry layed his head back down on the pillow and looked over at Hermione. She was cute, but not beautiful, as the elven girl was. After the night they had, Harry was suprised that he was able to dream at all. And what a night it was.

Harry had been dating Hermione for several weeks. This had to be the eighth or ninth. Hermione counted it as the first day they kissed. But Harry counted from the first time he gave her the promise ring. He loved Hermione. That is why they bought this apartment. Besides, he would rather have someone real he could touch, than someone he could only dream of. Hermione stirred in her sleep and Harry kissed her cheek. He then got up and procceded to go to the bathroom to shower.

Draco stared into the dark. It has been a week since his loss. Every day since then, he proceeded to make a new cut. The first was by far the worst, almost five inches vertically up his wrist. The others were small, less than an inch each. He no longer cried but stored it inside. When he figured out who took Asha. . . He was going to pay.

Vixie the house elf came into Draco's room,lit a candle, and proceeded to clean Draco's room of dirty dishes, all of which still ahd all the food on them. She didn't meet Draco's eyes. He had snapped at her more than once for looking at him in the eyes. He couldn't trust anyone, not even her. Vixie decited to speak, still looking at the things she was picking up.

"Young master, Mrs. would like a conference with you," she said in a monotone voice.

"Tell her to shove it up her ass," said Draco viciously. "And make sure you tell her I insist."

Vixie shook her head in disapointment but did as she was told. She left quietly.

Two minutes later, Mrs. Malfoy was at Draco's door. Shee rapped lightly and politely. She wasn't shocked to hear "Go to Hell!"

She just closed her eyes and walked away slowely.