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I Don't Dream Since I Quit Sleeping

Chapter II:

In A Coma You Don't Dream

Failure is not a single, cataclysmic event. You don't fail overnight. Instead, failure is a few errors in judgment, repeated every day.
--Jim Rohn

"Damnit Potter! Watch where the hell you are going!" Draco warned in between breaths as he quickly and rather suspiciously began continuing on his way. Harry was dumbfounded at first and put aside all notions of conspiracy and insanity as he gazed at the blond. He had a far away look in his eyes for a second before turning on his heel and calling out to Draco's retreating form,

"Malfoy, wait."

Draco stopped and turned and faced Harry with annoyance written all over his face. There was something in Harry's voice that made him stop and the dark look in his emerald eyes puzzled him.

"Yes Potter, please do not waste my time, some of us did not get nap time in Potions and are rather tired." Draco scowled while his eyes reflected concern.

"I was just wondering if you were okay." Harry said simply while pointedly ignoring Draco's taunts.

"Other then the fact that I am cold and tired yet am standing here playing 20 questions with Harry Potter, protector of puppies and kittens , yes, I am just dandy. But thanks so much for asking because it's so nice to know that someone really cares!" Draco replied with sarcasm and irritation lacing his words. Before Harry had a chance to respond Draco was stalking away towards the dungeons and Hermione was running towards him.

"Harry, thank God I found you! Why did you leave the Hospital Wing? Come on Dumbledore is there and waiting for you." Hermione said quickly while pulling Harry along with her en route to the Hospital Wing.

Harry stumbled behind her while recalling a certain pair of gray eyes glaring just minutes beforehand and the same eyes that were lifeless and dead no more then an hour ago. However, he was met with a startling revelation of the fact that he had no idea exactly what to say to Dumbledore. Perhaps if he could warn him, or somehow prepare everyone could stop this war from ever occurring. But an icy feeling worked its way into the back of his mind that told him it wasn't going to be nearly that easy.

All he wanted to do was to hug his friends and tell them how much he missed them. He just wanted to take this second chance and live the life he had always wanted to live, free of war and bloodshed. Hermione stopped before entering the Hospital Wing and looked Harry in the eye with a grave look on her face, Harry had missed that look.

"Harry, I know something is not right, I can sense it, but whatever it is just know that Ron and I will always be here to help you get through whatever it is you are going through. Everything is going to be okay." Harry cannot help but sense the irony in her words but nonetheless squeezed the startled girl into a tight hug being too overcome with emotion to reply in words. Harry didn't know what had happened to him or how he had gotten here but he did know that there was some reason this had all occurred and whatever it was, he knew it was good.

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Draco reached his common room and hastily staggered up to his dormitory. He pealed off his wet robes and slipped in his pajamas before literally jumping under the welcoming sheets of his bed. He had always loved the snow as a child but having to walk through a winter storm every time his father called was turning his love into pure loathing. His entire form was shaking with cold.

Not all of his unease came from the chill but rather from the words spoken between himself and Potter. Potter had looked at him as if he were examining him or trying to figure him out. Draco hated when people did that to him, as if anyone could ever fully understand the motives of any human being, especially Potter.

Draco had figured everything out years ago. Humans love misery. Without misery their lives would be boring and pointless. There would be nothing to overcome or get through. Not only that but people create their own problems. People create a problem, not intentionally of course but its still there, they still made it theirs. After a problem is created they must wallow in pity and tell their friends so they can be comforted. Following the comfort stage they will do one of two things, they will either find a solution for the problem or find a way around it and move on. But its always there haunting them and whenever they look back there is always that little voice in the back of your mind whispering 'did I do the right thing' 'If I had only.' 'How would my life be different if..' and you never let it go.

Misery is what defines the human race. A perfect world would be a perfect hell. 'If" haunts our every action, our every thought, and it creeps under our skin when we are least aware. But no matter how bad things turn out in the end humans will always die full of hope. No matter how fucked up your life is or no matter how unaware of it you are you always carry a tiny speck a hope with you. Even on a suicide blade hope that one speck of hope is hidden. That one fragment of hope that someone will come and save you, that someone will care. But no one ever does. And he knew that not even wizards were exempt from human nature. Time just goes on and on and every day more people die and more people are born.

And no matter whom you meet along the way between life and death you will still die the same way; alone. You will still face the darkness alone.

Yes, Draco Malfoy knew he had everything figured out. Because in life, there are no definite answers, no real hero's, no love, and definitely no second chances.