I Don't Dream Since I Quit Sleeping

Chapter V:

Open Wounds Still Bleeding

If we could read the secret history of our enemies, we should find in each man's life sorrow and suffering enough to disarm all hostility.

--Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Draco Malfoy stared at his pale reflection as he solemnly combed his lengthening hair. And combed and combed and combed as if if he could get his hair to be perfect then maybe everything else would fall into place as well. His slate eyes stared back at him through the antique glass of the mirror before him reflecting emotion that he only let show in private. 6:00 a.m. that means 2 hours until breakfast. Blood red lips turned into a wide grin that few thought him to be capable of. With that wicked grin across his face he turned on his heel and marched out of the Slytherin dorms.

Harry watched the snow fall through the big glass windows of his dormitory. It was 6 a. m. meaning 2 hours left until breakfast. What to do for 2 hours. Sleep? No, there were too many thoughts going through his head. He had barely slept all night and when he had it had been of the future.

He watched in silence as the white snow, contrasting directly with the darkness of the early morning sky, fell slowing to the white ground. Turning his gaze to the icy lake in the distance, so calm, so desolate, so.Draco Malfoy? What the hell! Draco Malfoy was out of the lake.not creating evil plans of doom or reeking terror on the giant squid, but rather skating around?

Ah peace. Draco's ragged breath came in rushed intervolves as he skated along the slippery ice. He didn't really have ice skates. He didn't even know how to ice skate. As if his father would of let him learn something leisurely during his childhood. No, Draco was just sliding around freely, in no specific form, just sliding to the fun of it.

Out in the snow Draco was numbed, it didn't matter who you were out in the snow, because all feeling is frozen in the ice. Everything is new in the snow. Everything is hidden. Snow was the ultimate representation of desolation, and therefore the ultimate representation of him.

Twirling around in a bit of a childish style Draco lost his footing and fell to the freezing surface in a fit of happy laughter.

"Are you okay?"

Whipping his head around at lightening fast speed Draco located the origin of the question. Harry fucking Potter.

"No Potter, I was laughing because I find my extreme agony damn hilarious." Shot Draco still laying on the ice glaring up at Harry

"Oh, I'm sorry, I just…I don't know what I was thinking coming here," Harry's cheeks burned with embarrassment. What was he thinking? That Draco would remember the future as well?

"What are you doing?" Draco questioned still laying on the ice while staring up at Harry.

"Just thinking."

"Well take your thinking somewhere else because you're creeping me out," Draco said while pushing himself up. Harry's eyes traveled up Draco's teenage body from his dragon hide boots to damp hair with pieces of snow stuck throughout it.

"Where are you going?" Harry questioned while staring after Draco's retreating form.

"To the bloody Quidditch World Cup, where do you think? I was having a nice time enjoying myself and of course you sauntered out here and just to ruin it. Your mission has been accomplished. Congratulations." Draco yelled back to Harry who was now following after him.

"Sorry." Harry replied with such sincerity that Draco gave him a questioning glance. The two walked in silence for a few moments.

"Where were you last night?" Harry asked almost offhandedly.

"What's it to you?" The blonde injured while running his fingers through his hair in an almost nervous way.

"Well you were apparently doing something that you were not supposed to be doing, and now you are getting all defensive about it which leads me to believe that it was something that is not allowed. And because its you, it's probably something interesting." Harry replied truthfully.

"Lets just say what I was doing last night was not only against Hogwarts rules but against the law. And given the choice between taking part in it and fucking Goyle, I'd pick the later." And with that Draco disappeared through the adjoining doors of Hogwarts, leaving a very confused Harry alone.