Italics mean dream
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After all of his classes were over Draco returned to the Slytherin common room. As he sat in front of the first his mind flashed back to what happened in the prefect bathroom. 'I can't believe Weasley actually pushed me into the water from behind. I didn't think he had it in him, guess I underestimated him. I'll need to be more careful around him.' Draco thought to himself as he stared in the bright flames.
Draco was so engulfed in his thoughts that he didn't even realize people were joining him in the common room. It wasn't until Pansy stood in front of him that he noticed anyone.
"Draco, have you heard a thing I've said to you?" She demanded.
"No." He said without even looking at her. "And I don't care, so don't repeat yourself." He looked over at the clock and saw it was almost dinnertime. 'I can't believe I spent that much time thinking about...Weasel King.' He stood and walked out without even acknowledging Pansy, who was on the verge of tears.
Draco walked into the Great Hall as always with quite a bit of arrogance like he owned the place. He was followed by Crabbe, Goyle, Zabini and Pansy sulking in the back.
As he walked by the Gryffindor table he noticed Ron staring at him again. He walked by and halted right behind Ron. He bent over Ron and whispered in his ear. "I told you before not to look at me." He had said it so quietly no one else could hear it. A shiver went down Ron's back as Draco walked away.
"What was that all about?" Harry asked across the table.
It took a moment for the question to register. "Huh? Oh nothing." Both Harry and Hermione knew Ron was lying, but decided not to press the subject.
Ron finished his dinner before anyone for once. "I'll see you guys later." With that he left the Great Hall.
Ron laid face down on the couch in the common room. 'Why would he do that in front of everyone? What the hell is he implying anyway?'
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Draco had left the Great Hall soon after Ron did. He aimlessly walked through the corridors now. Without noticing Draco had wondered up to the seventh floor and was now looking at the portrait of the fat lady. She had been trying to sing again but when Draco had come up she stopped.
"What is a Slytherin boy doing this high up?"
"I'm walking around, what's it matter to you?" The Fat Lady stuck up her nose at him and he just glared at her for a moment. "Oh and by the way you can't sing whatsoever." He was about to walk down the stairs again when the portrait swung open, to reveal someone walking out. The flaming red hair caught Draco's eye. He knew that hair all too well.
The boy looked up. "Malfoy, what the hell are you doing here?"
"Is that the question of the hour?" Draco said sarcastically. He moved toward Ron. Ron stood still. "So this is Gryffindor Tower?" He said looking behind him at the fat lady still with her nose in the air.
"Go away Malfoy, you don't belong up here."
"Not backing away this time, Weasley?"
"Why should I be afraid of you, after all, you cowered to Hermione when she pointed her wand at you."
"Well that's because she knows every spell known to wizard, and maybe you haven't noticed but she's not around to protect you."
"Just get out of the way, Malfoy, and go back to your own common room." Ron walked past him.
Malfoy watched as Ron walked down the steps. Then Malfoy looked out the window and saw how dark it was. He ran down the steps until he was in front of Ron. "So where is the Weasel going this late, anyway?"
"I'm not telling you."
"Why not?"
"Why do you care?"
"Just wondering."
"Fine then go away."
"No."
"Why do you want to stay around me, Malfoy?" Ron continued to walk down the stairs. Malfoy turned red.
"What are you trying to say Weasley?"
"What do you think I'm trying to say." Malfoy grunted and then stalked off toward the dungeons without another word. 'Finally he left.' Ron thought as he continued down the hall. He was actually heading off to Professor McGonagall's office. He got caught sleeping in her class and now had to have detention with her.
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Draco got into his bed. He was so tired after today. Sleep overtook Draco quickly.
Draco felt someone running their hands through his hair. Which slowly moved down to his neck. The hands began massaging his shoulders, running down his arms slowly causing chills to run all down his arms. He could hear soft breathing in his ear. The unknown arms wrapped around his waist, Draco laid his head against the shoulder behind him. Someone laid a soft kiss on Draco's cheek. Then another one on his lips. When Draco opened his eyes after the kiss he couldn't see anything. He couldn't see who his captor was, all he saw was darkness. Draco reached out and grabbed the other one's hand. His captor leaned down and gave Draco another kiss, rougher than the first one though. The kiss broke.
"Who are you?" Draco's voice was soft and quite innocent, but the only answer he recieved was a softer 'Shh.'
AN: The dreams have started...gasp