Meanwhile...
Draco went through his bed again and decided to try sleeping on one of the overstuffed couches. He tore one of the quilts off from his bed and went to the common room. An hour after falling in and out of sleep, exhaustion took its toll. He sank into a deep sleep.
Dream form...
He awoke and stretched he was so relieved that he hadn't had that awful dream. He was about to get up when he realized that he was in his bed, he looked at the other beds and saw that Crabbe and Goyle were sitting up wiping at their eyes. Then he saw Zambini coming back from the toilet. Then he had the shock of his life, St. Potter and Finnegan walked in dressed in Slytherin robes, and Potter's was as richly accented as his own. He also noticed very specific differences in Harry. The boy who lived had an aristocratic glare on his face and no scar. What the hell is going on? The next shock was the pictures sitting on Potter's and his night stands. Malfoy looked at his own, his mother and father were standing looking pure blood and proud.
Potter's picture was of Malfoy's family, except that Potter and that Weasle girl were also in it. They looked very malicious and arrogant. A definite improvement for the Weasley. She was very nice looking. Then he noticed that he, Potter, Finnegan and Zambini all had the same picture of the Weasley brat. She was smiling proudly and blowing a kiss. Malfoy felt a pull in his loins as he watched the young woman smile and bat her lashes. She was beautiful.
"Miss her already, huh? She just snuck out two hours ago." Finnegan called over to him. He swung around to glare at the half-blood, but changed his mind. What ever the problem here, these were now his people.
He just nodded and put the picture back.
"Don't worry she'll catch you again, she always does." Potter stated and gave Draco a friendly punch in the upper arm.
"Better hurry, the carriages will be here soon to take us home." Potter continued then snapped his fingers and Goyle grabbed his trunk and pulled it and his own out of the room. Draco couldn't help smiling. Never thought Potter had it in him.
After getting dressed he packed and Crabbe walked swiftly over and grabbed his trunk along with his own. He followed Goyles lead. Finnegan and Zambini drug their own. He walked out of the dorm with Potter and came face to face with the beautiful red haired Weasley. She was walking in front of a trunk being carried by two house elves. Again, Draco couldn't help laughing. But stopped abruptly when Weasley walked over "Hey, your rides are here." Zambini called from the Foyer.
"Hurry, we don't want to keep your Father waiting." The Weasley girl stated. Why was she so excited to see his father?
Didn't she hate him. Why was Potter and Finnegan talking like they had been in Slytherin for years?
The Weasley girl gave Potter then him a sweet kiss. He was stunned it made him want the girl, terribly. As they were heading for the foyer Draco looked into the Great Hall, he sneered as he saw Longbottom talking to a group of other Gryffindors. Draco went forward and soon found himself in a duel with the sniveling git. But this was no longer the same whining Gryffindor, always being protected by Potter and the Weasel lot. Now he was standing to defend himself and to Draco's amazement he saw a lightning bolt scar on Longbottom's forehead. He wondered what was going on. Then Dumbledore walked in and broke up the fight after just a couple of shots. He spoke to Longbottom like a father lovingly talks to a son. Something Draco had never experienced first hand. Then Draco turned and saw Potter, he was glaring at Longbottom with pure loathing. Draco grinned slightly and walked over to join his former foe. They turned and headed out to the three coaches that were waiting for them. Potter climbed into the second, the Weasel girl in the third and he climbed into the first. Soon they were heading for the manor.
The trip to the manner seemed to go much faster then it had other times. Draco would have companions, something that was completely new to him. These companions were not what he would have expected, but it would be an experience. They rounded the corner and headed up the long cobblestone drive to the grand manor, the manor he had always dreaded returning to.