Draco shovelled a forkful of pancakes into his mouth and glared as he caught Granger staring at him. What the hell was she looking at him for? He choked on his food as a thought occurred to him; what if she had found out about him waking up unconscious in front of the opening to the Gryffindor common room? He had no idea what the password was, but she might have gone out of the common room and seen him… although, she was a prefect and it would have been against the rules. Damn! Why on earth was he still thinking about her? He glanced over at her table and noticed her pouring cereal onto the table. Well that was normal. Maybe she'd cracked under the stress of having Potter and Weasley as friends. God only knows he would have. Someone saying his name brought him back to the real word and he tuned into what Blaise was saying. Contrary to what other people thought, Vincent and Gregory were not his best friends, they were just always around him. As was Pansy; he didn't really fancy her much at all but since they were in the same house, and the same classes, she was always with him. Blaise was the only Slytherin doing Muggle Studies; when Draco had heard he'd almost died laughing, but Blaise was an odd sort so it wasn't such a big deal.
'…and I woke up last night to go get a drink, and you weren't there!' Blaise accused his dormitory mate as he reached for his orange juice. 'Where were you?' Draco froze and cursed his bad luck.
'I uh, got hungry and went to the kitchens.' He flushed red and hoped Blaise would believe him; in reality, he had no idea how he'd got by the opening to the Gryffindor common room, so he sure as hell wasn't going to tell Blaise he'd been there.
'Why are you blushing? It was a girl wasn't it?' Blaise pressed with a bemused smile on his face.
'No it's not.' Draco said truthfully. 'I got hungry and went to get something to eat. If you really want to know, I had a chat to my old House Elf Dobby 'cause I got all nostalgic.' Draco took another bite out of his pancakes and waited with baited breath to see if Blaise would fall for it.
'I'd have felt much better if you had just lied and told me you were with a girl.' The dark-haired boy sighed. 'Now I have to ask you if you're depressed or something.'
'I'm not.' Draco said with a raised eyebrow. 'And if I was you wouldn't have to ask.' He snorted, 'I could always go and talk to Dobby!' His friend rolled his eyes and ate some toast.
'What are you doing?' Draco held his hand up to his friend and started drinking his orange juice. He didn't stop until the glass was empty.
'I love doing that.'
'You're disgusting.'
'Am I?' He glanced back at the Gryffindor table at an unfortunate moment to see Granger hugging Potter before running out of the Great Hall. How bizarre; he hoped they weren't dating, as that would be highly disturbing.
'Why do you keep looking over there?' Blaise asked. Draco opened his mouth to reply when he remembered something; his dream.
He sat alone in an empty room staring at a piece of parchment that had appeared out of nowhere. Before his own eyes, an unseen hand scribbled a name in green ink; Hermione. As he read the name, Draco pictured her in her mind and thought about something; it was night, and she would most likely be sleeping, but who were her dormitory mates?
It was rather bizarre what happened next; he suddenly appeared in an unfamiliar room with four canopy beds, each with the curtains tightly drawn. One thought remained with him though; how could he see who the people were if the curtains were drawn?
The dream had ended there and he had woken up outside the opening to the common room. He'd found out a while ago that it was the portrait of the 'Fat Lady' because Sirius Black had slashed her canvas to pieces. It was such a pity that man hadn't managed to kill Potter.
Blaise was repeating his name over and over again and with a startled blink, Draco decided to pay attention to him. 'What?'
'I asked: why do you keep looking over there?'
'…because I hate Potter so much?' Blaise stared at him thoughtfully for a moment and then nodded.
'That's an entirely plausible reason, although you do realise you had to think about it for five minutes?' Draco swore;
'Classes start in fifteen minutes and I left my bag in the common room; I guess I'll meet you there?'
'No; you didn't answer me so I'm coming with you to extract answers on the way. Besides, the Potions dungeon is close to the common room, what are you so worried about?' Draco stared at him; my dream he thought soundlessly, because somehow, he had had that dream and had woken up outside the Gryffindor common room. The dream had prompted him to sleepwalk from one end of the castle to the other, and he didn't know why.
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Hermione fetched her bag and walked quickly towards the dungeons. She was still early, and to her surprise found two people already sitting in their seats; Malfoy and Zambini. It was rather peculiar how she had never paid much attention to the dark-haired boy. He just didn't really stand out that much.
Her mind snapped back to attention as she realised this was the perfect time to ask Malfoy why he had been in her dormitory, and how he had gotten in there. She was rather interested in what he had to say.
'Erm, Malfoy, can I talk to you for a moment please?' She asked quickly as soon as she had dumped her satchel on the seat she normally sat in. He gave her a slightly startled look and ignoring Blaise's quizzical one, stood up and moved across the room to speak to her.
'What Granger?' Malfoy asked in an edgy tone. 'What is it?'
'How did you get into my dormitory?' The blonde-haired boy froze and he opened his mouth to no avail; no sound came out. 'I found you there this morning and dumped you out the portrait hole.'
'What?' Malfoy hissed in horror. 'I was actually there?'
'Yes.' Hermione glared at him. 'You owe me Malfoy; I better not see you in there again! What if one of the other girls had woken up and seen you?'
'I honestly don't know how I got there Granger.' He whispered in a horrified tone. 'I have to go.' He said suddenly, and with that, bolted from the classroom. Hermione stared after him with a look of total confusion on her face. From what she had heard, he didn't even know he'd been in the girls' dormitory. How was that possible?
Disclaimer: Mine own story doth not seem to be this one.
A/N: Last night, I had no idea what plot to develop in this story, but now I've figured it out! Helpful reviews I would love; please tell me what you think