Warning: It's R for a REASON.
A/N: * sighing humbly * Still don't own a damn thing.
Summary: Well, Draco got his revenge! After cursing Harry into unconsciousness, he went and celebrated with dumb and dumber, leaving Harry in the Hospital wing under Madam Pomfrey's care. Luckily, our boy wonder has brought along the amulet. How will he make Draco pay? Read on - find out.
Side note: Many many thanks to my reviewers! You guys are great. And, of course, a special thanks to my good bud Fran. Pssssst - by the way, her brother knows the guy who's playing Tom Riddle in the second movie! Is that not the coolest thing? Just thought I'd shout that out.
~*~
Harry awoke after tumbling through the oblivion, and found himself surrounded by darkness. Immediately, he thought of the void he had entered in Ron's head. But this was different. Instead of floating, he was standing on a tangible surface - instead of feeling nothing, his senses were bombarded by a combination of smoke and sweat.
And there, a few feet from him were the familiar lights. Slowly dimming and brightening, beautiful shades of blue and green, and purple, and red, and yello-
'Where the hell am I?'
His thought was interrupted by someone brushing past him. Rather, someone slamming into his shoulder, about knocking him over.
'Okay, what are PEOPLE doing in Malfoy's head?' Confusion was starting to make his head hurt. A low throbbing began, making its way down to his chest. He tried to dismiss it, but it kept growing stronger. And stronger. He began to feel his lungs shake; his head felt like it was going to explode under the pressure. Soon, his entire body was vibrating. Only when the lights suddenly flashed on and the bass kicked in, did Harry realize that the throbbing wasn't in his head. It was in the air.
He was in a club.
As his eyes began to adjust, Harry began to make out, what looked to be, the dance floor. Small, but intense spotlights erratically illuminated the feverishly dancing masses. Hundreds of people moving in waves, bumping against each other, yet keeping in fluid motion with the slow, steady rhythm of the bass. It was hypnotic.
Harry watched, engrossed. He had never been in a club before. Hell, the most exotic place he'd ever been to was the London Zoo. Well, besides Hogwarts, but that didn't count as exotic.
Harry shook his head and cleared his thoughts - focusing them on one objective. 'Find Malfoy.' It would be a task easier said than done, for there had to be a couple of hundred people cramped together in this small place. A small smile crossed Harry's lips as the solution donned on him.
"Show yourself."
Immediately, the waves parted; and there in the middle of the dance floor was Malfoy, donned all in black, leisurely swaying back and forth. Straight away, Harry noticed that his hair was different. Not all slicked back with grease like usual, it was free falling, slightly curving around his chin. He laughed nervously to himself. 'No wonder Malfoy slicks it back, he looks like a surfer who hasn't gotten much sun otherwise.'
The second aspect Harry noticed was the fact that Malfoy was dancing alone. Slowly shifting his weight from one leg to the other in time with the beat, alternating with his shoulders, his head down all the while - If Harry didn't know better, it almost looked like he was meditating. Harry moved to the edge of the crowd that encircled Malfoy, and watched.
~ Stay away from the future ~ Back away from the light ~ It's all deranged ~ No control ~
Harry strained his eyes. It looked like Malfoy was talking to someone, but there was no one around him. His head was still down, nodding in time with the music. He tried to read his lips, only then realizing Malfoy was singing along.
~ Sit tight in your corner ~ Don't tell God your plans ~ It's all deranged ~ No control ~
He looked so angry. Helpless almost. Powerless to the rhythm, Malfoy kept dancing. Stopping himself mid-thought, Harry silently screamed at himself. 'Don't feel pity for that bastard. Remember, he hurt you. Remember.' Harry's eyes narrowed. 'He wouldn't feel pity for you.' Harry moved around to face him, standing 3 feet away from his face. He sneered.
"You can see me."
Well, Malfoy could've seen him, but his head was still looking towards the floor. Wanting this party to get started, Harry took a step forward, placing his shoes directly into Malfoy's line of sight. Slowly, as if rehearsed, Draco moved his eyes upward.
'Keep looking, Draco. No, no, almost there, YES-"
And for the second time that day, their gazes met - and locked. Harry's stomach was in knots, reveling in that moment of recognition. The smile had not left his face.
Harry wasn't sure what he loved best: the look of utter shock on Malfoy's face, or the hatred that burned in his eyes. By the way Draco's face contorted, Harry could tell that he wasn't supposed to be there. And he definitely wasn't supposed to have seen him dance. Instantly, the music changed - due to his presence, Harry concluded. The rhythm was much faster, harsher. The beat pounded in Harry's ears as he listened to Malfoy's anger.
And then Draco did something Harry was not expecting. He kept dancing.
~ Hallo spaceboy ~ You're sleepy now ~ Your silhouette is so stationary ~ You're released but your custody calls ~ And I want to be free ~ Don't you want to be free ~
As the beat sped up, so did Malfoy. His body violently lurched and bounced around the dance floor. His head swinging around on his neck as thought it weren't attached.
~ Do you like girls or boys ~ It's confusing these days ~ But moondust will cover you ~ Cover you ~
Sweat began to bead up on Draco's forehead, wetting his brow and his hair, which was now stringy and falling in his face. The strobe light flickering made him appear unreal - like a phantom. As the beat slowed to a dramatic pause, Draco lowered his head and raised his eyes, meeting Harry's through strands of platinum blonde. He was smiling a terrible smile.
~ This chaos is killing me ~
Harry took a step back. His pulse was racing as incoherent thoughts overtook his mind. He certainly wasn't prepared to see Malfoy dance for him, nor was he about to let Malfoy get the better of him for it. In a tactical move of defense, Harry spoke. "You can't see me." And in a flash, he was gone from view. Pleased, Draco grinned and kept dancing.
~ Yeah bye bye love ~
~*~
Flustered and infuriated with himself, Harry paced around the club, trying not to watch a seductively dancing Malfoy out the corner of his eye. 'Why isn't this working? Why did you get so damn fidgety before? Don't let him get to you. Don't let him get to you. He's on your turf now.' Harry felt like pounding his head through a wall. How could he have acted like such a git? 'Malfoy wiggles his ass a few times and I completely lose it.' At least Draco didn't realize that it was REALLY him standing there; but for all intents and purposes, he might as well have known. Harry still felt like a putz.
'All right, get it together. Got to form a plan. Got to form a plan.' Harry repeated the mantra over and over in his head, hoping some form of inspiration would hit. A plan would have formed a bit easier if that damn music weren't pounding so loud in head. 'Maybe I can-' BOOM 'I know he hates-' BOOM 'Blast it all!' BOOM
"STOP!"
Harry hadn't realized he had spoken out loud till the room went silent.
Draco stopped mid-thrash and angrily looked at the speakers. As if psychically flipping a switch, the music turned back on again. Harry smiled as a plan hatched in his head. Thoroughly pleased with himself to have found a way to piss Malfoy off, Harry spoke again.
"Stop."
Again, silence rang throughout the room. And again, Malfoy turned and stared at the speakers, concentrating on re-sparking the music. The switch was flipped, and the music popped on. Draco waited a minute or two before dancing, as if checking to see that the beat was truly back on for good. Harry stood in the crowd, giggling madly as Malfoy suspiciously eyed the room. Satisfied that the culprit had left, he began dancing again.
Harry let him dance for a good fifteen minutes before pulling the plug once more.
"Stop."
Malfoy whipped around, enraged; and instantly the music was back on. This time, Harry waited only five minutes.
"Stop."
The battle was on. Methodically, Draco turned around to face the invisible culprit. He had given up on dancing, and now was concentrating on regaining control of his world.
"Play."
Half a measure pumped on before directly silenced.
"Stop."
"Play."
This time, only a couple of beats before-
"Stop."
"Play." "Stop." "Play!" "Stop!" "PLAY." "STOP."
Malfoy was fuming by this point, erratically pacing back and forth. "Play."
Trying not to laugh too loudly, Harry kept egging him on. "Stop." And before Malfoy could get another word in, he changed the game. "Play."
Without thinking, Malfoy reacted. "Stop."
And then promptly screamed in frustration. "Aarrgh!" Instantly, pillars of green flame shot up all over the club, catching the walls on fire. A pillar shot up behind him, nearly singing his backside, and forced Harry to move closer to Malfoy. A small twinge of panic overtook him. It wasn't the fire that necessarily scared him; it was the fact that he could FEEL the fire. Green smoke began pillowing in, choking Harry into coughing fits. His eyes burned and teared up, blurring his vision. Where was Malfoy? Then, in a voice Harry hadn't heard before, Malfoy spoke - he was right behind him.
"Show yourself!"
Harry turned just in time to see Draco's reaction, before promptly being punched in the stomach. "YOU." The wind knocked out of him, Harry crumpled to the floor. Draco circled him as the music popped back on again.
"I should've known." His laugh was terrible.
Harry choked out a reply, "Who else?"
"Did you enjoy the show, Potter?" By the tone of his voice, Harry could tell he was beyond furious. "Is that how a miserable little fuck like you gets his kicks? Spying on people?" His words flew out as if he were spitting them. "Insolent fucking prick."
Refusing to let Malfoy, or the pain in his stomach get the better of him, Harry teased. "Oh yeah, Draco - watching you flutter about is definitely my idea of a good time." A painful smile crossed his lips. "Perhaps I ought to get you a pair of ballet slippers for Christmas, eh?"
Malfoy started laughing. "Look at yourself - cowering in pain. I'll bet that's what you looked like on the floor of the Great Hall." Harry's eyes narrowed. "Oh yes, it was me. How did it feel, Potter? How did it feel having your forehead ripped open?" Draco's sneer had widened.
Their eyes locked as Harry pushed himself onto his elbows. A small smile spread across his face, much to Draco's confusion. "What's so bloody funny?"
"Sorry, Draco. I got distracted." Malfoy rolled his eyes.
"So, spying on me suddenly gives you permission to address me by my first name?"
Ignoring him, Harry continued. "I couldn't help but imagine how ravishing you'd look in a tutu." Harry slowly licked his lips. "Oh, and those tights-" His eyebrows rose in a provocative fashion.
That did it. Draco let out a cry of anger, and with a swift kick to the head, Harry fell unconscious.
~Swirling~
~Swirling~
~Darkness~
~*~
Harry awoke with a start. Where was he? What happened? The last thing he remembered was Malfoy -
Acting on impulse, he shot out his hands in defense and rolled away from the figure standing next to him. He landed with a thud, eyes wide, waiting for the second blow to come. The cold floor of Hogwarts' hospital, and the sound of Madam Pomfrey's voice, snapped him back into reality.
"Mr. Potter!" The tone of her voice was a combination of concern mixed with frustration. "Mr. Potter! You will cease this nonsense at once, do you understand?"
Harry let out a sigh of relief as he fell back onto the floor. He was safe. Well, safe from Malfoy at least. Explaining his behavior to Madam Pomfrey was another matter entirely.
"I was just - dreaming - a nightmare - I'm sorry." He hoped this would satisfy her. Harry's hand went to his neck, only to find it bare. The Amulet! Where was it?
"A nightmare?" Her face grew still. "Was it the Dark Lord? Because if it was, I would have no other choice but to alert-"
There it was! Somehow it had managed to slip off his neck, and landed on the other side of the bed. It was dangerously close to Madam Pomfrey's feet.
Harry cut her off mid-sentence, hoping to distract her from the gleaming bauble at her feet. "No. No, it wasn't you-know-who." Harry took a deep breath. "I think it was a vision of some sort. I know who cursed me."
Harry proceeded to tell her bits and parts of his dream, focusing on the parts when Malfoy had admitted to cursing him earlier that evening - his eyes instinctively glancing at the amulet the whole time. Madam Pomfrey's face was stern, but he could tell that a chord or two had struck true with her. She nodded gravely.
"You must understand, Mr. Potter, that I will have to go to Dumbledore with this information. Even if it was just a dream, an investigation will have to commence."
Harry tried not to grin as he nodded in a mock-sulk. "Yes Madam Pomfrey. If you think it's best." If he couldn't get his revenge on Malfoy in his dream, real life punishment would have to do.
"I do, Mr. Potter." Madam Pomfrey smiled the warmest smile Harry had ever seen. Not that it was that warm by any standards, but a real stretch for her. "Now, get some rest. This will all be sorted out in the morning."
"Yes, Madam Pomfrey." Harry managed a weak smile. "Thank you."
Happy that her patient was finally seeing things her way, Madam Pomfrey briskly walked back to her office to alert Dumbledore of the news. When she was out of sight, Harry scurried under the bed to grab the amulet. As he stretched to reach it, a sharp pain erupted in his stomach.
"Oww."
He picked up the amulet and rolled out from under the bed. Once in the light, Harry lifted his shirt, revealing an angry bruise that had begun forming on his stomach. Harry's eyes widened as he realized what it was. It was in the shape of a fist.
~*~
Draco Malfoy woke up a few minutes later in a cold sweat. His heart was pounding in his chest, the adrenaline still pumped furiously through his veins. His anger had followed him into waking life. He barely remembered all that had happened in the dream - but one picture stood out in his mind clear as day - that foolish git lying on the ground, laughing at him.
A new wave of anger surged through him. He had practically beaten the living piss out of that boy, and all he could do was laugh? No. Draco shook his head. 'Don't let it get to you. It was a dream. Nothing more.' He forced himself to laugh as he lay back down. 'Just a dream.'
"I wouldn't be laughing if I were you, Mr. Malfoy."
Draco shot back up and found himself face to face with a black entity. Petrified, Draco jerked back onto the bed, unable to talk.
"CALM down, Mr. Malfoy. I'm not here to hurt you." Slowly, the voice became recognizable.
"Professor Snape?" Draco blinked, forcing his eyes to adjust.
"Get your robes on. I'm taking you to see Dumbledore." Snape's tone was far from amused. "NOW."
What? Why was he taking me to see -?
"Oh no."
~*~
All right kiddies. I hope you enjoyed that! Don't worry, there will be more to come. Oh, by the way - the lyrics I used earlier were all from David Bowie's "Outside" album. A fucking brilliant album, in my opinion. The two songs in particular were "No Control" and "Hallo Spaceboy". I highly recommend you listen to the songs!
A/N: * sighing humbly * Still don't own a damn thing.
Summary: Well, Draco got his revenge! After cursing Harry into unconsciousness, he went and celebrated with dumb and dumber, leaving Harry in the Hospital wing under Madam Pomfrey's care. Luckily, our boy wonder has brought along the amulet. How will he make Draco pay? Read on - find out.
Side note: Many many thanks to my reviewers! You guys are great. And, of course, a special thanks to my good bud Fran. Pssssst - by the way, her brother knows the guy who's playing Tom Riddle in the second movie! Is that not the coolest thing? Just thought I'd shout that out.
~*~
Harry awoke after tumbling through the oblivion, and found himself surrounded by darkness. Immediately, he thought of the void he had entered in Ron's head. But this was different. Instead of floating, he was standing on a tangible surface - instead of feeling nothing, his senses were bombarded by a combination of smoke and sweat.
And there, a few feet from him were the familiar lights. Slowly dimming and brightening, beautiful shades of blue and green, and purple, and red, and yello-
'Where the hell am I?'
His thought was interrupted by someone brushing past him. Rather, someone slamming into his shoulder, about knocking him over.
'Okay, what are PEOPLE doing in Malfoy's head?' Confusion was starting to make his head hurt. A low throbbing began, making its way down to his chest. He tried to dismiss it, but it kept growing stronger. And stronger. He began to feel his lungs shake; his head felt like it was going to explode under the pressure. Soon, his entire body was vibrating. Only when the lights suddenly flashed on and the bass kicked in, did Harry realize that the throbbing wasn't in his head. It was in the air.
He was in a club.
As his eyes began to adjust, Harry began to make out, what looked to be, the dance floor. Small, but intense spotlights erratically illuminated the feverishly dancing masses. Hundreds of people moving in waves, bumping against each other, yet keeping in fluid motion with the slow, steady rhythm of the bass. It was hypnotic.
Harry watched, engrossed. He had never been in a club before. Hell, the most exotic place he'd ever been to was the London Zoo. Well, besides Hogwarts, but that didn't count as exotic.
Harry shook his head and cleared his thoughts - focusing them on one objective. 'Find Malfoy.' It would be a task easier said than done, for there had to be a couple of hundred people cramped together in this small place. A small smile crossed Harry's lips as the solution donned on him.
"Show yourself."
Immediately, the waves parted; and there in the middle of the dance floor was Malfoy, donned all in black, leisurely swaying back and forth. Straight away, Harry noticed that his hair was different. Not all slicked back with grease like usual, it was free falling, slightly curving around his chin. He laughed nervously to himself. 'No wonder Malfoy slicks it back, he looks like a surfer who hasn't gotten much sun otherwise.'
The second aspect Harry noticed was the fact that Malfoy was dancing alone. Slowly shifting his weight from one leg to the other in time with the beat, alternating with his shoulders, his head down all the while - If Harry didn't know better, it almost looked like he was meditating. Harry moved to the edge of the crowd that encircled Malfoy, and watched.
~ Stay away from the future ~ Back away from the light ~ It's all deranged ~ No control ~
Harry strained his eyes. It looked like Malfoy was talking to someone, but there was no one around him. His head was still down, nodding in time with the music. He tried to read his lips, only then realizing Malfoy was singing along.
~ Sit tight in your corner ~ Don't tell God your plans ~ It's all deranged ~ No control ~
He looked so angry. Helpless almost. Powerless to the rhythm, Malfoy kept dancing. Stopping himself mid-thought, Harry silently screamed at himself. 'Don't feel pity for that bastard. Remember, he hurt you. Remember.' Harry's eyes narrowed. 'He wouldn't feel pity for you.' Harry moved around to face him, standing 3 feet away from his face. He sneered.
"You can see me."
Well, Malfoy could've seen him, but his head was still looking towards the floor. Wanting this party to get started, Harry took a step forward, placing his shoes directly into Malfoy's line of sight. Slowly, as if rehearsed, Draco moved his eyes upward.
'Keep looking, Draco. No, no, almost there, YES-"
And for the second time that day, their gazes met - and locked. Harry's stomach was in knots, reveling in that moment of recognition. The smile had not left his face.
Harry wasn't sure what he loved best: the look of utter shock on Malfoy's face, or the hatred that burned in his eyes. By the way Draco's face contorted, Harry could tell that he wasn't supposed to be there. And he definitely wasn't supposed to have seen him dance. Instantly, the music changed - due to his presence, Harry concluded. The rhythm was much faster, harsher. The beat pounded in Harry's ears as he listened to Malfoy's anger.
And then Draco did something Harry was not expecting. He kept dancing.
~ Hallo spaceboy ~ You're sleepy now ~ Your silhouette is so stationary ~ You're released but your custody calls ~ And I want to be free ~ Don't you want to be free ~
As the beat sped up, so did Malfoy. His body violently lurched and bounced around the dance floor. His head swinging around on his neck as thought it weren't attached.
~ Do you like girls or boys ~ It's confusing these days ~ But moondust will cover you ~ Cover you ~
Sweat began to bead up on Draco's forehead, wetting his brow and his hair, which was now stringy and falling in his face. The strobe light flickering made him appear unreal - like a phantom. As the beat slowed to a dramatic pause, Draco lowered his head and raised his eyes, meeting Harry's through strands of platinum blonde. He was smiling a terrible smile.
~ This chaos is killing me ~
Harry took a step back. His pulse was racing as incoherent thoughts overtook his mind. He certainly wasn't prepared to see Malfoy dance for him, nor was he about to let Malfoy get the better of him for it. In a tactical move of defense, Harry spoke. "You can't see me." And in a flash, he was gone from view. Pleased, Draco grinned and kept dancing.
~ Yeah bye bye love ~
~*~
Flustered and infuriated with himself, Harry paced around the club, trying not to watch a seductively dancing Malfoy out the corner of his eye. 'Why isn't this working? Why did you get so damn fidgety before? Don't let him get to you. Don't let him get to you. He's on your turf now.' Harry felt like pounding his head through a wall. How could he have acted like such a git? 'Malfoy wiggles his ass a few times and I completely lose it.' At least Draco didn't realize that it was REALLY him standing there; but for all intents and purposes, he might as well have known. Harry still felt like a putz.
'All right, get it together. Got to form a plan. Got to form a plan.' Harry repeated the mantra over and over in his head, hoping some form of inspiration would hit. A plan would have formed a bit easier if that damn music weren't pounding so loud in head. 'Maybe I can-' BOOM 'I know he hates-' BOOM 'Blast it all!' BOOM
"STOP!"
Harry hadn't realized he had spoken out loud till the room went silent.
Draco stopped mid-thrash and angrily looked at the speakers. As if psychically flipping a switch, the music turned back on again. Harry smiled as a plan hatched in his head. Thoroughly pleased with himself to have found a way to piss Malfoy off, Harry spoke again.
"Stop."
Again, silence rang throughout the room. And again, Malfoy turned and stared at the speakers, concentrating on re-sparking the music. The switch was flipped, and the music popped on. Draco waited a minute or two before dancing, as if checking to see that the beat was truly back on for good. Harry stood in the crowd, giggling madly as Malfoy suspiciously eyed the room. Satisfied that the culprit had left, he began dancing again.
Harry let him dance for a good fifteen minutes before pulling the plug once more.
"Stop."
Malfoy whipped around, enraged; and instantly the music was back on. This time, Harry waited only five minutes.
"Stop."
The battle was on. Methodically, Draco turned around to face the invisible culprit. He had given up on dancing, and now was concentrating on regaining control of his world.
"Play."
Half a measure pumped on before directly silenced.
"Stop."
"Play."
This time, only a couple of beats before-
"Stop."
"Play." "Stop." "Play!" "Stop!" "PLAY." "STOP."
Malfoy was fuming by this point, erratically pacing back and forth. "Play."
Trying not to laugh too loudly, Harry kept egging him on. "Stop." And before Malfoy could get another word in, he changed the game. "Play."
Without thinking, Malfoy reacted. "Stop."
And then promptly screamed in frustration. "Aarrgh!" Instantly, pillars of green flame shot up all over the club, catching the walls on fire. A pillar shot up behind him, nearly singing his backside, and forced Harry to move closer to Malfoy. A small twinge of panic overtook him. It wasn't the fire that necessarily scared him; it was the fact that he could FEEL the fire. Green smoke began pillowing in, choking Harry into coughing fits. His eyes burned and teared up, blurring his vision. Where was Malfoy? Then, in a voice Harry hadn't heard before, Malfoy spoke - he was right behind him.
"Show yourself!"
Harry turned just in time to see Draco's reaction, before promptly being punched in the stomach. "YOU." The wind knocked out of him, Harry crumpled to the floor. Draco circled him as the music popped back on again.
"I should've known." His laugh was terrible.
Harry choked out a reply, "Who else?"
"Did you enjoy the show, Potter?" By the tone of his voice, Harry could tell he was beyond furious. "Is that how a miserable little fuck like you gets his kicks? Spying on people?" His words flew out as if he were spitting them. "Insolent fucking prick."
Refusing to let Malfoy, or the pain in his stomach get the better of him, Harry teased. "Oh yeah, Draco - watching you flutter about is definitely my idea of a good time." A painful smile crossed his lips. "Perhaps I ought to get you a pair of ballet slippers for Christmas, eh?"
Malfoy started laughing. "Look at yourself - cowering in pain. I'll bet that's what you looked like on the floor of the Great Hall." Harry's eyes narrowed. "Oh yes, it was me. How did it feel, Potter? How did it feel having your forehead ripped open?" Draco's sneer had widened.
Their eyes locked as Harry pushed himself onto his elbows. A small smile spread across his face, much to Draco's confusion. "What's so bloody funny?"
"Sorry, Draco. I got distracted." Malfoy rolled his eyes.
"So, spying on me suddenly gives you permission to address me by my first name?"
Ignoring him, Harry continued. "I couldn't help but imagine how ravishing you'd look in a tutu." Harry slowly licked his lips. "Oh, and those tights-" His eyebrows rose in a provocative fashion.
That did it. Draco let out a cry of anger, and with a swift kick to the head, Harry fell unconscious.
~Swirling~
~Swirling~
~Darkness~
~*~
Harry awoke with a start. Where was he? What happened? The last thing he remembered was Malfoy -
Acting on impulse, he shot out his hands in defense and rolled away from the figure standing next to him. He landed with a thud, eyes wide, waiting for the second blow to come. The cold floor of Hogwarts' hospital, and the sound of Madam Pomfrey's voice, snapped him back into reality.
"Mr. Potter!" The tone of her voice was a combination of concern mixed with frustration. "Mr. Potter! You will cease this nonsense at once, do you understand?"
Harry let out a sigh of relief as he fell back onto the floor. He was safe. Well, safe from Malfoy at least. Explaining his behavior to Madam Pomfrey was another matter entirely.
"I was just - dreaming - a nightmare - I'm sorry." He hoped this would satisfy her. Harry's hand went to his neck, only to find it bare. The Amulet! Where was it?
"A nightmare?" Her face grew still. "Was it the Dark Lord? Because if it was, I would have no other choice but to alert-"
There it was! Somehow it had managed to slip off his neck, and landed on the other side of the bed. It was dangerously close to Madam Pomfrey's feet.
Harry cut her off mid-sentence, hoping to distract her from the gleaming bauble at her feet. "No. No, it wasn't you-know-who." Harry took a deep breath. "I think it was a vision of some sort. I know who cursed me."
Harry proceeded to tell her bits and parts of his dream, focusing on the parts when Malfoy had admitted to cursing him earlier that evening - his eyes instinctively glancing at the amulet the whole time. Madam Pomfrey's face was stern, but he could tell that a chord or two had struck true with her. She nodded gravely.
"You must understand, Mr. Potter, that I will have to go to Dumbledore with this information. Even if it was just a dream, an investigation will have to commence."
Harry tried not to grin as he nodded in a mock-sulk. "Yes Madam Pomfrey. If you think it's best." If he couldn't get his revenge on Malfoy in his dream, real life punishment would have to do.
"I do, Mr. Potter." Madam Pomfrey smiled the warmest smile Harry had ever seen. Not that it was that warm by any standards, but a real stretch for her. "Now, get some rest. This will all be sorted out in the morning."
"Yes, Madam Pomfrey." Harry managed a weak smile. "Thank you."
Happy that her patient was finally seeing things her way, Madam Pomfrey briskly walked back to her office to alert Dumbledore of the news. When she was out of sight, Harry scurried under the bed to grab the amulet. As he stretched to reach it, a sharp pain erupted in his stomach.
"Oww."
He picked up the amulet and rolled out from under the bed. Once in the light, Harry lifted his shirt, revealing an angry bruise that had begun forming on his stomach. Harry's eyes widened as he realized what it was. It was in the shape of a fist.
~*~
Draco Malfoy woke up a few minutes later in a cold sweat. His heart was pounding in his chest, the adrenaline still pumped furiously through his veins. His anger had followed him into waking life. He barely remembered all that had happened in the dream - but one picture stood out in his mind clear as day - that foolish git lying on the ground, laughing at him.
A new wave of anger surged through him. He had practically beaten the living piss out of that boy, and all he could do was laugh? No. Draco shook his head. 'Don't let it get to you. It was a dream. Nothing more.' He forced himself to laugh as he lay back down. 'Just a dream.'
"I wouldn't be laughing if I were you, Mr. Malfoy."
Draco shot back up and found himself face to face with a black entity. Petrified, Draco jerked back onto the bed, unable to talk.
"CALM down, Mr. Malfoy. I'm not here to hurt you." Slowly, the voice became recognizable.
"Professor Snape?" Draco blinked, forcing his eyes to adjust.
"Get your robes on. I'm taking you to see Dumbledore." Snape's tone was far from amused. "NOW."
What? Why was he taking me to see -?
"Oh no."
~*~
All right kiddies. I hope you enjoyed that! Don't worry, there will be more to come. Oh, by the way - the lyrics I used earlier were all from David Bowie's "Outside" album. A fucking brilliant album, in my opinion. The two songs in particular were "No Control" and "Hallo Spaceboy". I highly recommend you listen to the songs!