Draco shook himself, trying to dispel the demons that had so recently took to haunting his dreams since his first transformation. Once again he had woken up drenched in cold sweat and shaken to the core of his being. He had already suffered from nightmares, since his father induced meeting with his infamous werewolf teacher on the night of a full moon.

Draco sighed, he couldn't blame Lupin, not that he hadn't tried but it had only led to Lupin getting angry at him and rather nastily putting him in his place. He had never known anyone who could make you feel smaller than an ant, just by writing a letter.

He settled back down into his bed and closed his eyes, hoping that sleep would overtake him so that he would not have to watch the eeriness of the night outside. Before everything change, he had loved the night, the moon, the stars, the comfort the darkness brought him when he and his father had taken strolls across the endless grounds of the Malfoy estate. But then he had refused, refused to join the death eaters and his father, in his anger and disappointment had chained him up in the dungeons and set a rather irate werewolf on him. There were definitely days when Draco wished that he had died that night as his father had intended and others were he wasn't sure. He closed his eyes, willing his mind to stop straying on things that had been and eventually drifted into a restless slumber.

Serverus Snape sat in the most unlikely place in front of the most unlikely object imaginable. The computer in Grimmaulds Place. It had been his idea to have one installed so that important messages could be received and send, after all Voldemort would never think of using a muggle object. However, since he had taught Draco to use said computer nobody had been able to use it, safe in the night when afor mentioned was fast asleep. So here he was busily writing a message to Remus Lupin about the object of his concern. He was worried about Draco, who's mood swings were sometimes hard to live with. Now however something else worried him. During Draco's trips to various chat rooms in the internet, he had started talking to muggles, not that Serverus considered that a bad thing. He was worried though that Draco, who knew near to nothing about the muggle world would unknowingly give himself away. Especially since he had arranged to meet up with a muggle boy the next day. Now if that wasn't the most ridiculous thing Serverus had ever heard he didn't know what was. But then, Draco had surprised them all with his refusal. He sighed, pulling himself out of his thoughts and got back to writing the e-mail to Lupin, after all he did want to get some sleep in the night.

Draco woke early the next morning and donned one of his robes before padding over to the broken mirror that hung on the wall of his bedroom. He hated the way his hair stood up like he had been electrified in the mornings. Brushing it down with his hand and using an elastic band to pull it into a ponytail, he felt presentable enough to trudge into the kitchen for a cup of tea. "Good morning Draco."

"Hmm." He wasn't exactly the best person to speak to in the mornings, especially not after having slept badly the night before. That didn't irk Serverus in the slightest. He had grown used to Dracos moodiness in the mornings. Best to just whip him up a cup of tea and let him wake slowly. "Thanks." Draco smiled grateful for the hot cup of tea that appeared in front of him. He really didn't think that the one he would have conjured would have been that good, not while he was still half asleep. Sipping his tea, Draco took the paper which Serverus had discarded and started reading it. "What is this?" HE questioned after having read about three lines.

"It's a muggle paper Draco."

"Why are you reading it?"

"It's always good to know what is going on in the muggle world and if they have noticed anything out of the ordinary."

"Right. What's this?" Draco ask pointing at a picture of a man standing beside an odd looking metal contraption.

"It's a robot Draco, they help the muggles build things like cars or washing maschines."

"Why don't they build them themselves?"

"Because muggles like making their lives easier, and since they don't have magic, they invent things to help them."

"Right" Draco went back to reading the paper, needing all of his concentration to try and understand it.

"When are you meeting that muggle boy?"

"Around twelve in London central station."

"We'll have to find you some muggle clothes to wear, you can't go like that." Draco glanced up at Serverus, and shrugged.

"If you think so."

"I do."

"Fine." He glanced back down at the paper and with an exasperated sigh tossed it aside. Giving the paper a final glare, he left to have a relaxing soak in the rather leaky bathtub.