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I wasn't going to write another chapter, but I realized that there was something I missed, and I wanted to write it, so here it is!

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"Does it hurt terribly Draco?" Pansy asked Draco as she sat down next to him in the Great Hall. She had asked him many questions that day, and oddly enough, Draco found it annoying.

Some of the questions she had asked him were, "Does it……..look like its going to rain, Draco?" and "Tell me, what did you dream about last night? You started to tell me but then you stopped?" and, "I hope they have fries today. I love fries! Don't you, Draco?" This particular question made Draco cringe, and he would give her a horrified, yet disgusted look, and every time she asked it Draco ran away screaming something they couldn't understand. They were pretty sure it was words, but it was hard to say. It sounded something like, "AAHHHH! FRENCH FRIES! WHATS WITH THE FRENCH FRIES! NOT THE FRENCH FRIES! ANYTHING BUT THE FRENCH FRIES!" He seemed to yell until they couldn't hear him any more…and his voice carried a long way. It didn't seem to make any sense but it was a lot better than the response to "what painting in the castle is your favorite, Draco," which simply made him cry. Long and hard.

Draco glared at her, of course she didn't know why, she just thought that he was feeling extra 'evil', as he liked to call it, today. "The lump on your head that is? Does it hurt terribly Draco?"

Draco was still glaring at her. He moved his head to look straight ahead of him, but his eyes never moved, they just looked straight ahead. When he was looking directly in front of himself, he slammed his head down on the table…then he screamed due to the pain from waking his lump on the wooden table. "OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWW!" Draco screamed.

"That had to hurt! Ouch!" Pansy said as she placed her hand on his back, and asked him, "Are you OK? Does it hurt terribly, Draco?"

A pillow magically in Dracos hands. He lifted up his head and put the pillow to his face. Draco screamed into his purple pillow. Unfortunately, the pillow didn't do much to muffle his voice. When he put down the pillow, everyone was staring at him. It was dead quiet. You could of heard a pin drop. Draco didn't move…until he screamed…again.

Everyone opened their eyes wide. It was the strangest thing. One second, Draco had this horrified look on his face…and the next, he looked over at Pansy and screamed. His mouth flung open and he let out a scream like no other. It was so loud, that Pansy's hair was blowing back.

He continued to scream, even as Dumbledore tried to tell him to stop. He continued to scream even when he stepped in the french fries that someone deliberately put there so that Draco would step in it. Even though the fries ruined the new shoes that his father bought for him, he kept on screaming. He continued to scream as he tripped over someone's random extra shoe.

Draco was sent flying across the Great Hall. Pansy came running over. "DOES IT HURT TERRIBLY, DRACO?" She yelled to him, even though the room was silent. She turned Draco over. He was almost in a crying state. When he opened his eyes…he saw Pansy, and then FAINTED!

Draco woke up in the hospital wing. Pansy was standing next to him. "What happened Draco?" Draco tried not to look at her. He turned over.

Draco said, crying mind you, "I HAD A DREAM AND, AND, AND, I KEPT GETTING HURT AND YOU KEPT ASKING, M-ME, 'DOES IT HURT TERRIBLY DRACO' AND, AND, WWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH! AND, AND, AND, AND THEN THERE WERE THE NIFFLERS, AND THE STONE, AND THE PAINTING, AND THE ARMOR, AND AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" He cried.

Pansy stared at him, almost as if this were a regular dream he was having.

"You have to stop having that dream." Pansy said.

"I-I-I KNOW!" Draco cried.

"Well, I have to get to class, Draco. By the way, does it hurt terribly, Draco?" She asked, after all, it was polite.

Draco stared at her before yelling, "PANSY! WILL YOU STOP ASKING ME THAT! NOW… GO AWAY!"

Pansy shrugged, then left the hospital wing.

Draco was released the next morning. He went to potions class, but never did he expect what happened next, to happen.

"DOES IT HURT TERRILY DRACO?" Harry, Hermione, and Ron, all said in unison. They started to crack up, rolling around on the floor, as did the rest of the class. All that is except for Snape, Pansy, Goyle, and Crabbe.

"What. Did. You. TELL THEM!" Draco screamed at Pansy.

"I think they mi-" Pansy was cut off by Snape.

"Mr. Potter! Miss. Granger! Mr. Weasley! Twenty points EACH from Gryffindor."

Harry whispered to his friends, "That's OK…That was SO worth it! Did you SEE his expression?"

The class laughed and laughed, until Snape yelled at them to stop.

While making their potion, Draco talked to Pansy about…OTHER things. "What did you TELL THEM, Pansy?" Draco asked.

"They might have heard me tell Crabbe and Goyle about your dream."

"Why did you tell THEM?" Draco asked.

"Because they wanted to know why, and being the person I am…I told them!" Pansy smiled sweetly and innocently.

"FINE! WHATEVER!" Draco screamed.

The rest of the day was horrible for Draco. People came up to him, and would just stare at him. Others pointed, laughed, and whispered to their friends. Draco was glad when the day was over. He was quite happy when he was able to just storm off to the Slytherin common room.

Tomorro will be better, he thought. Everyone will forget about it by tomorrow. But oh, was he wrong. He was SO wrong.

The next morning, Draco woke up with a fresh start. He put on his robes, and was…SMILING!

"Hello, Draco, darling!" Pansy said to him. Draco wasn't smiling any more.

They headed down to the Great Hall. Draco was glad…no one had pointed to him or laughed at him or stared at him. Everything was back to normal.

The doors to the Great Hall were closed for some reason. Even stranger…there was silence. Draco ordered Crabbe and Goyle to open the two doors, and they obeyed.

As the doors opened he saw faces…not just any faces though…SMILING faces…and they were ALL…looking…at Draco. Any chance of Draco actually smiling was gone now.

Once the doors opened and Draco took a step forward, the whole Great Hall, said in unison, "DOES IT HURT TERRIBLY, DRACO?" Draco's eyes opened wide. The room started to laugh…even the teachers had tears of laughter streaming down their faces.

Draco glared at Pansy. "YOU!" he said "THIS IS ALL YOUR FALT!" Draco screamed. "AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Draco stomped off to the Slytherin common room, screaming. He practically marched there. "AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" could be heard through out the castle.

When he reached the common room he began to trash it. "AAAAAAAHHHH!" He screamed. He threw papers on the ground, giving him a paper cut, threw books on the ground and in the air behind him, which mostly landed on his toe, went into everyones trunks and threw clothes around the room, knocked over a statue, which fell on top of him. To put it simply he went crazy.

Once the common room was trashed, and Draco was pleased with it, he sat down on the only chair he did not turn over. Then he got up and threw the chair across the room. Now, his trashing was complete.

As he went to leave the room, Pansy entered. "What the…" she started to say. She looked over at Draco who now just noticed that he had a paper cut and that his toe was throbbing.

"Does it hurt terribly, Draco?" Pansy said.

"Yes, it does actually." Draco responded. It was the first time in a while she was pleased with the answer that she got to that question.

"Do you feel better now…after trashing this room?"

"Yes, actually I do. I am quite pleased. I don't know why I didn't think of it before. And its not trashed, its…its…it's a work of art!" He said.

Pansy blinked at him, and then decided against asking if he was sure he was alright and SANE.

"Draco, we better go back to the Great Hall. All the fries will either be cold, or there wont be any left"

Draco chose to ignore her comment and responded by saying, "Lets go back to the hall. All the food will be gone if we don't get back soon."

She nodded, and then rolled her eyes, thinking something along the lines of, OK, he is DEFINITELY NOT SANE!

She smiled at him and together they walked out of the trashed room, I mean…the work of art…and headed towards the Great Hall. Again.

Please review! I don't mind negative comments. I was thinking about adding more to this, but I don't know if I want to or not. I am just having a lot of fun writing this. I have a few more ideas, so I might write another chapter.