Draco woke up on top of his black silk sheets the next morning. He was freezing. Looking down, there was a small tear on his untucked, button up shirt. His cloths were dirty and scratched up. He had fallen asleep without changing the night before. 'Hmm.' he thought. Looking around, Draco discovered the source of the temperature. The window was wide open. The black, silky curtains hanging over it billowed and danced in the crisp wind.

Shivering, Draco got up and closed the window. He sat back down on the bed and held his head in his hands. Looking down at his knees, he was trying to remember his dream. It was odd, but familiar. He had been having horrible dreams for the past few months. Ever since his sixteenth birthday. He growled, as he thought about the blurry picture in his mind.

It was a nice night. Moonlight and stars twinkling down from above. Watching him. He shielded his eyes and dark clouds rolled in over the lights. Every star was swallowed by the black, smoke-like clouds. The moon disappeared. Draco's bloodred lips twitched into a tiny evil smile.

Spotting someone, he ran around behind a tree. Jumping at an incredible height, he pulled himself up on a high branch. The leaves rustled softly. Almost falling, he jumped from branch to branch. Tree to tree. At one tree, he jumped down to the ground. The boy walking ahead of him looked scarred. Draco grinned an evil grin. Teeth gleaming in the night. Something twinkled in his dark eye.

Taking a step, he crunched on a pile of leaves. A stick in the pile broke in half. It cracked like gunfire in the dead silent night. Draco froze. The other boy was breathing hard. Draco stalked quietly behind him, accidentally touching his long shirt sleeve to the boy's back.
Draco jumped up high into the black sky, as the boy turned around to see nothing. He slowly floated back down from the rooftop he had landed on.

He came from behind and placed a hand over the other teen's mouth. He shoved him into the wall of an old house. Draco pushed his whole body against the struggling boy's. He was about to make his attack on the slightly shorter opponent, when there was a crash behind him. Draco dropped his prey and ran. In less than one second, he was hidden safely in the trees again. He looked closely at his to-be-prey. The boy sid down the wall. Draco's eyes widened.

Harry Potter!

Draco's eyes snapped open. He was breathing hard, laying on his back. Looking at the clock, he saw that it was evening. He had slept through the entire day. Often after his dreams he did this. Waking up exhausted, he would sleep all day and not even know it.

Draco felt the white-hot tears burning his eyes, but he refused to let them fall. Swallowing the burning lump in his throat, he had to get out of his room. He ran out the door, grimacing as his muscles screamed against the pressure.
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