Dreams
"Avada Kedavra!" Draco panted. He watched as the graying haired man fell to a heap on the floor. He turned to leave but a woman had gotten in his way.
"I'm going to kill you!" she sobbed. "You killed my husband!"
This angered Draco. "Because you killed my father!"
"Now, I'm going to kill you!"
"Don't make me hurt you! I really don't want to hurt you so just get the hell out of my way!"
The woman didn't budge. They stood there, staring at each other, waiting for the other to move. She made the move but he was too quick. He sent her reeling back, causing her to hit her head hard against the wall. He stood in the silent house. He could hear the howling of the wind from outside. He was about to head out when something fell onto his shoulder. He looked up and found the woman on the ceiling except she was bleeding.
"MURDERER!"
Gasping for air, Draco sat up in bed covered in cold sweat. He looked around the dark room. With trembling hands, he pulled the covers away. He walked over to the window and looked out at the quiet neighborhood.
"Have you ever killed anyone?" Neville asked him.
"No," he replied. "Only death-eaters."
Oh but he'd lied. Yes he killed death-eaters but not for defending others, but to seek out revenge for his parents. It was his sole purpose but at least he helped out others in the process. Was that going to cost him? After all, he was the one that barged into their home. They'd been defenseless.
Draco shivered as cold air swept past him, but the window was closed. Shaking his head, he got back into bed and tried to get some sleep, but sleep wouldn't come.
×××××
She could see him and feel his sadness. She wanted to wrap her arms around him to take away all his troubles. She called out his name but he didn't hear. She could feel his disappointment in her. She'd said she'd wait but she hadn't…
Ginny's eyes slowly fluttered open. She was in her bedroom, in her bed. She looked at the clock. 4:00am it flashed. She'd dreamt of him but the emotions seemed real… They felt very real. She turned to come face to face with Harrison and before she could stop herself, tears clouded her eyes. It was nights like these when she missed him the most. Her mind drifted to their last night together.
"You were the best thing that ever happened to me," he'd whispered as he held onto her.
She felt his warm tears fall onto her shirt and seep through. She could remember the tears in his eyes. He'd been crying for her.
"I'll be waiting," she told him. "So you'd better come back to me."
I'll be waiting… Hot tears fell onto the pillow. She didn't wait at all.
×××××
"You look like crap," Harry stared at Draco.
It was early the next day and Harry had come by to give Draco some leftover food from the night before. Draco looked rather messed up. His eyes were heavy with bags, his hair a terrible mess and he just looked as if he'd been put through the dryer.
"Aren't you observant…" Draco replied. He yawned as he looked through the bags of food Harry had brought. He was starving.
"So why do you look like crap?" Harry asked.
"Why does anyone?"
"Anyway, we've run into a snag."
"Here it comes…"
"Neville's evidence got stolen. All except one. That's not it either. Colin's missing."
"Missing? What do you mean?" Draco asked concerned.
"He felt for a meeting a couple of days ago and hasn't come back. Without him, we're going to have lots of trouble."
"Why?"
"He knows about you. He knows we've been keeping you. If he was—"
"You idiot," Draco snarled a he grabbed Harry by the collar and pinned him against the wall.
"Draco! Calm down!" Harry replied trying not to choke.
"Calm down? I'm sick of this life! I don't talk to anyone, I can't leave the house and you just blew my last chance at freedom!"
"But I've got a plan! I sear!" Harry managed to say as he gasped for air. "Let go…"
Draco let him drop to the floor. "Fine, but this plan of yours better be good."