Chapter Two
Silent Wish
Draco woke to find the blinding rays of sunlight shining brightly in his weary eyes. The quilt covered him from neck down and his right arm dangled limply off the bed.
The previous day was the opening thought into his mind at that moment, as he gaped idly at the dormitory ceiling. Since that embarrassing moment in class, the flaxen haired boy couldn't bring himself to walk away; he couldn't bring his lifeless self to yet shift a limb. The thought of stepping outside the Slytherin common room would bring staring eyes to his focus and gossip to open minds.
"Draco … what day is it?" the usual, morning greeting came. The tone was lazy and low, he knew exactly who it was, one of his two group members. Crabbe. Malfoy yawned widely and budged his head slightly upwards to come face to face with the overweight bruit himself.
He shot him a dirty look.
"Get out of my face" he muttered, darkly.
"I asked you … what day is it?"
" It is a crap day…" the grey eyed Slytherin murmured. He shuffled around with the sheets, and tossed them aside, gradually sitting on the boundary of the bed and leaning forward on himself. He shut his eyes tightly and sighed. Why did I dream that? It's going to haunt me forever … the blonde haired boy thought, Hermione has nothing to do with my life – oh great, now I'm even calling her by her real name…
Malfoy breathed out hopelessly.
"Uh … Draco, I'm hungry—"
"Get it yourself!" he snapped, unaware that he was now stood and raging with anger. How many times had they complained to him? How many times had they expected him to do their dirty work for them? Always.
He rattled the hatred out of his head, thinking of his dad. I'm nothing like my dad … I never was and never will be…
Once more, shutting his eyes, he lowered his skull; he appeared to be acting an aged religious apology.
"I – I need to be alone … the food's in the Great Hall…" he muttered ungratefully. Once the pair vanished off into their world of food, Draco readied himself, trying to clear him mind of the mist over the past few moments of his life.
He glanced out of the pane of glass and out onto the luminous green grounds of Hogwarts. The lake shone beautifully from across the patch of grass. He watched as a wave of water was thrashed upwards and a tentacle materialized from under it. The giant squid that had lived there for thousands of durations had always fascinated him. Where did it come from? Is there more? Is it a fierce creature? Part of the time those questions popped up from nowhere, and he'd spend up to an hour attempting to answer them. He'd never guessed why it was in this very lake, but it didn't matter.
Draco turned and shot out of the dormitory door, down the brick, spiral staircase and into the Common room. It was pretty much empty, besides a couple in the far corner sweet talking each other. He found images of the dream firing into his mind; his memory bank was what angered him so much. No matter how hard he tried to forget something, he gathered he couldn't.
He chose to ignore it, and looked down singly at the ground. Eventually, he strolled his way out of the Common room and into the murky, stench filled dungeon. It was much colder outside than it was in the student house. He glimpsed around, catching the representation of grimy, slimy stone walls. Fungi appeared to be growing from the cracks in them and they were covered from top to bottom, inch from inch in moss.
Finding the background disturbing, the pale haired boy tottered away, and through the grand, high doors of Hogwarts School. The suns rays glimmered down forcefully at the ground; the effect of linoleum green surrounding the milieu.
He felt comfortable with sitting by the cold, relaxing lake, especially with the sun shining radiantly, but he collected enough information over the past five years, that it was tremendously popular amongst other pupils. He needed to be alone.
Soft, distant voices echoes through the frosty atmosphere ad he trod along the lakes bank, gazing vaguely down at the muddy surface. His feet slushed in its wet conditions, due to the fact that water may have spilt. Finally, he was alone, and he had time to think for himself. He strolled steadily past the damp level and further north. Draco peeked up his head, the forest was drawing ever so close, yet he did not care whether he stepped a metre inside. Although its dense figure reminded him fully of the Dungeon and caused him to shiver and shake his head, he walked on, as he drew nearer to his point of fear.
When at last, he came eye to eye with the dead appearance, he remained cool and firm. His warm breath made steam in the cold air as he breathed; it was so cold, he couldn't breathe through his nose, because it hurt so.
Still oh so early. He yawned.
Malfoy sat himself down in the now dry environment, his robes beneath him so he didn't receive grass stains.
A dream He thought, a dream is something that your mind plays for you. It is just a mini movie inside your head that rolls at night. It is nothing more, so why am I making such a big deal out of it?
He thought for a while; why did he make such a big deal of it? It was nothing special.
Have I suddenly gained a liking for Divination – no. That can't be true. Divination is just a load of crap … or is it Hermione? Obviously if I can't stop thinking of it, then the main capture was me and Hermione. I don't fancy Hermione … but – NO. I don't … in our third year, she punched me. In my fourth year, she completely ignored me, and now, she completely ignores me again …
Draco battered the soil with his fist and knelt forward, gritting his teeth.
"Arghhh! WHY? I DON'T DESERVE THIS!" he boomed. His voice echoed several times into the Forbidden forest before he settled into a hopeless, hunched back.
If I hadone silent wish...he'd wish for some sense from this...