I Don't Dream Since I Quit Sleeping
Chapter VII:
Sunset
"The sunrise and the sunset. Hold your sadness like a puppet, just keep putting on the play. But everything you do is leading to the point where you just won't know what to do. And at that moment you may laugh but there is someone there who will be laughing louder than you."
--Bright Eyes, Sunrise Sunset
Draco's POV
'Got to hurry, got to get there, can't be late," I frantically repeated in my head while streaming through the empty halls of Hogwarts. Everyone had opted the more traditional route of attending the school's Halloween feast tonight.
I was pulling up my hood, rather, shielding my face, and darting through the large castle door and into the chilled October air.
I was already cutting his time short; the meeting was set to begin strictly at 8.
In all of my hasty strides I failed to notice a rather large log that had obviously been thrown out by the patron saint of tidy, Hagrid.
I heard soft laughter nearby.
"Who's there?" I call out, god I'm fumbling around on the frozen ground like a first year. Get up Draco!
"I didn't know that Malfoys were ever at a lack of grace."
Where was that voice coming from? There was nothing around me. I begin viciously running my hands through the air in search of my intruder.
"Is that you Potter?" I called out. Of course, who else could it be? I can't be late; I won't let myself be late. Even for Potter. I stood up, only to be thrown back down again by quick shove.
"Cut it the fuck out you scar faced pussy!" I was screaming.
I wasn't afraid of Potter, or anything of the sort, but what I feared was what would await me after showing up late to a meeting. One of his meetings.
"Come on Malfoy, you look rushed. It's not good for your heart you know."
"Oh very clever of you Potter. I'm not fucking around here. I have things to do. So why don't you just go find your fucking Weasel girlfriend and read a nice book because god knows, it'd take a hell of a lot to part a Weasel's legs. But it is quite the opposite when it's the Weasels' who are doing the parting, wouldn't you say? How are Ron and Hermione?"
Good Draco, just piss him off, let him hit you, and then run like hell.
"Hn."
"Hn? What is it Potter, can't stand up for your friends? Finally accepted that the company you keep is a waste of---OUCH! Did you just pull my hair!"
"Maybe.."
"STOP IT!" I was screaming now. I really don't have time for this.
I jumped up and began to run as fast as I could towards the forest. After a couple feet I felt my body lock up and fall to the ground.
I looked up at my captor. There above me stood the great green-eyed "god" himself. But he wasn't smirking, he wasn't laughing, he wasn't even smiling. The damn boy was frowning at me. I wanted to scream, I wanted to move. But I was paralyzed from his spell.
"Come on Draco, we're going back inside," he whispered sadly while picking up my stiff body.
I looked at him with pleading angry eyes, my head was screaming "NO!" But I was helpless.
"I'm sorry about this," he said looking down at me before quickly diverting his eyes.
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AN: We'll see where this goes.