AN: This chapter's short, but I felt like ending it there so that the next one can be longer and much, much better, we start seeing some plot here! No romance yet though…

It had been two weeks since Harry agreed to go out with Ginny. Two weeks since Draco had let his control slip in front of Potter. And it had been two bloody awful weeks at that too.

The insults and dirty glares directed at the blonde had renewed vigor ever since the Daily Prophet had published an article on the now tainted name of Malfoy. Of course, that wasn't what made the Slytherins hate him, it was his hesitation that spurned their hatred. Draco sighed as he sat down on his bed. But it had been two weeks since something else had started happening. Draco would black out for about an hour at a time, and would wake up drained and disheveled. And during the time he was out fires would just appear in Hogsmade… it unnerved him really.

He shook his head and started to strip himself. With a flick of his wrist the door locked and the door to the bathroom flew open as the shower turned on. With a smirk Draco stepped into the shower and turned his face upwards to catch the heated water on his face. That was what he liked about his blood, his heritage, he had the uncanny knack for wandless magic. He quickly lathered and rinsed his hair and with another flick of his wrist the water stopped and all the water on the walls drifted into the drain and as he walked out a warm breeze lifted his white blond hair giving it a quick blow-dry. He slipped on a pair of tight but not girly tight jeans and a green turtle neck and slipped his Slytherin robe on not bothering with closing it in the front or even touching the tie which was thrown over the chair.

Watching in the mirror as his hair attempted to smooth out itself he eventually gave up and allowed it to hang loose noticing that Hermione was right. As long as it just hung naturally it accented his face, eyes, and skin. With one final glance he walked gracefully out of his private quarters and into the hall to make his rounds.

He stopped by the bulletin board in the main hall and leaned closer to read it.

All Hogwarts students in third year and above, tomorrows trip to Hogsmade is still on even with the fires. I believe that you will all stay out of the more deserted areas incase you are attacked.

So that was where Harry was going to take the Weasel Bitch. He smiled grimly and continued on his rounds. Finding himself drifting towards the Griffindor side of the castle he allowed his feet to carry him onward. He then heard a giggle and a gasp and he hit the wall soundlessly and started to creep up on the two he suspected to be ahead of him around the corner. He cautiously poked his head around the corner and nearly fainted from shock.

There was Ginny Weasley pressing Harry Potter up against the wall their lips locked. Obviously, judging by the smell in the air, the girl had been into some alcohol seeing as though she was taking the initiative and completely dominating Potter. Draco composed himself and stepped around the corner before clearing his throat.

He watched in grim amusement as Ginny squealed and jumped off Harry who just stared at him, glasses askew.

"Potter, Weasley," he nodded to each in turn his voice grave and his face set in a disgusted look. "Twenty points from Griffindor for snogging in the halls, after curfew, under the influence," he hissed the last part dangerously and Ginny squeaked again and ran off down the corridor.

Harry just looked at him oddly before turning and walking off after his girlfriend with as much dignity as he could.

Draco watched him before turning to the mirror noticing his tear laden eyes. He snarled at his reflection, which, to his surprise smirked back at him. He sighed and put it off as an enchanted mirror and walked off ignoring the glare he received from a fat woman in a painting.

"Young man!" Draco stopped and glared at the Fat Lady now in the painting next to him. "I saw what you did, do you think you could not make the punishment as severe? Just think if you were in love, would you like that done to you?"

Draco blinked at the painting and sighed clearly giving up and ran a hand through his hair again.

"Ten points off for snogging instead of twenty," he looked up to see the painting had gone and groaned as an image of Harry and Ginny popped into his head. Suddenly a pain shot out from his chest and he doubled over gasping for breath. He grabbed onto the wall for support and staggered four steps before collapsing noticing that his reflection in the tile floor showed his eyes were turning red.

KKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK

Harry sighed as the whole room buzzed with excitement. He tuned in and out of different conversations around him as he picked at his food.

"Did you hear about the fire?"

"I heard a dragon was spotted!"

"What kind?"

"A small one, silver, six feet tail to snout, with bright red eyes!"

Harry tuned out again snorting at the possibility of a dragon coming to Hogsmade and disappearing the next day. His eyes met Ginny's and he gave her a small smile which she returned excitedly. His smile faltered a bit as he remembered the encounter with Draco last night. His eyes traveled to the Slytherin table but he didn't see that white blonde head. He sighed and turned back to picking at his food when the entire table went silent and he saw Ron raise his eyebrows at someone behind him. He turned and there was Malfoy but there was something weird about his eyes, they seemed dull for some reason, he bent down and whispered something to Hermione who nodded, stood up, and grabbed Harry's wrist and shot a glare at Ron who soon followed.

As soon as they left the entire hall broke out in whispers about Draco's lifeless eyes and rushed appearance.

"What, Malfoy, didn't spend three hours in front of a mirror this morning?" Harry asked crossing his arms as they halted outside.

"Shut up Potter!" he snapped and then held a hand to his chest and calmed himself down. Harry raised an eyebrow and turned to Ron who looked just as confused.

"What's the matter Draco?" Hermione asked and Draco turned around checking to make sure no one was around and brought out his wand to tap the side of his head. The lifeless gray orbs were replaced by fiery red eyes.

"That's what's the matter!" he hissed and tapped the side of his head again the illusion slipping back in place. "I just woke up like that, and I panicked and didn't even get to spend five minutes in front of the mirror."

Ron snorted.

"Well…" Hermione said obviously going through her head searching for something. "I can't think of a spell that can to that right now, but I'll keep searching."

Draco let out a breath and shook his head.

"No, I'm probably just over reacting," he nodded to each of them and started off.

"I'm going to take a rest for a bit, see you in a couple of hours for the meeting Hermione," Draco was nearly run over by Ginny who attached herself onto Harry.

"Harry! Can we go to Hogsmade now?" she asked and he grinned and gave her a light kiss on the lips.

"Sure," he then turned and Ron gagged behind them before walking off slinging an arm around Harry's shoulder as Ginny glared at him.

Upon seeing them kiss again Draco felt a searing heat in his chest similar to last night and he stumbled down the hall to his private chambers. He pulled himself up onto the bed and lay there panting the pain increasing.

Then there was black…