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Chapter 8: a chapter in 2 parts: The Dark Dream and Ginny Pranks Draco (again)

DAY 5

Draco woke up in a good mood. I have friends. Yeah, okay, it is totally pathetic that they're all in Gryffindor, my father was trying to kill one of them, two are blood-traitors, and the other is a Mudblood… he shuddered, but still, they really are nice. And I have had friends before, but I like these guys better. They're not stupid and malicious. So what if one of them turned my hair pink… hmm, come to that, I don't know which, but Hermione is going to turn it back to blond for me. At least it's not violet, which would be pretty scary.

He slept again and dreamt…

He was back home at the Manor. The Manor had been in the Malfoy family for a long, long time. It was large, elaborate, cold, stately, and very ugly. Not in look, but in "demeanor". Its massiveness could scare anyone. He was a baby. He suddenly saw something with his father. He was not sure what it was… only that it had narrow, red eyes…

He was five years old. He decided to explore the house when Father and Mother were not at home. He was inside the drawing room. Suddenly, he tripped and slammed into a small vase, which fell and broke into several pieces. He was frightened. What would Father say? Quickly, he tried to hide the pieces under a rug. He saw a heavy, iron ring under the rug. Curiosity overcame him. He pulled it up to find a set of stone stairs leading downwards. Climbing down the narrow staircase without a light scared him. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of something. It was a small, black book. How uninteresting. Still, there might be something in it. He opened it. It was empty. There was an inkwell next to the book. He thought to write something down, just to see what would happen. Dipping a quill in the inkpot, he wrote on the yellow page, Malfoy. Suddenly, the word vanished and was replaced by a threatening message: I know you have forsaken me. Once I am strong once more, I will find you, and you will regret that you have forsaken the Dark Side. I will find you, coward that you are. He screamed and slammed the book shut…

Draco woke up, scared. He looked about him, and saw a blue-painted room and sun streaming through the window. He leaned back on his pillows. Whew. Thank goodness. Some phantom writer was not threatening him after all. Still, I am not going back to sleep. I'll dream something worse. I'm getting a book.

He crept downstairs to find some form of literary entertainment when he bumped into Harry.

"Hi Harry."

"Hey Draco."

"What are you doing?"

"Looking for a book. And—AHHH!"

"What?"

"LOOK OUTSIDE!"

The Mercedes was sitting, red and repaired, outside the window. How it had gotten there, Harry did not know, but he had a thought.

"Dumbledore's here. He fixed it for us. Maybe he can heal Snape."

Draco was slightly doubtful. "I don't know how good Dumbledore's healing powers are. That's more of a St. Mungo's thing. And they're not supposed to involve in this whole project thing."

Harry frowned. "Oh well. The car's useless, then." He walked into the kitchen to get some water. "I'm going back to sleep."

Draco decided he'd get a book, read, and sleep as well. He found Oliver by Dickens and read.

Ginny was bored, yet again. She didn't know that Malfoy was now a friend, as Harry had not enlightened her or Ron, yet. He had told Hermione, since she was the only one who did not run up to her room to mope over the sad accident. Ginny thought that Malfoy was still evil, and decided to play another prank on him after reading about Cosette's mistreatment at the Thénardiers and the doll that a mysterious stranger gives her. It is a beautiful doll that Cosette calls "Catherine", with a pink dress and real, blonde hair. After reading this touching scene, Ginny put down the book and tiptoed across the room, as to prevent waking Hermione, who was sound asleep.

She remembered how Malfoy had stupidly blamed Harry for Snape's accident. She wouldn't take that kind of thing at all! No way. Malfoy had to be punished. She snuck into the bathroom closest to Malfoy's room. Hmm. What could be messed up here? She saw the white tube of toothpaste near the sink. She opened the medicine cabinet. She saw a white tube, the same size as the tube of toothpaste, full of hand cream. Ginny grinned to herself. Gently, she switched the tubes…

Draco finished reading and thought to go down to breakfast. It was about eight forty five, a.m. Most of the group would be up by now. He went into the bathroom to brush his teeth… and got a mouthful of Cetaphil.

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Ginny, who was sitting in the kitchen with Hermione, heard the scream, and smiled again. Oh, life was good. Life was very good indeed.

Hermione looked perplexed. "Ginny? What happened?"

"Oh nothing."

"Why is Draco screaming? I know you did something. You're smiling."

"Oh, okay, I switched his toothpaste for Cetaphil."

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?"

"No. Do I look like I am?"

"Ginny! He's a friend! Don't kill him, for goodness' sake!"

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?"

"No. Harry and he decided to stop hating each other, until we get back to Hogwarts."

"WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN?"

"Yesterday, when we were coming home. Harry thought about how few friends Draco really had, and how he had none, when Snape was hospitalized."

"No way! I turned his hair pink, flushed the toilet when he was in the shower, and poisoned him with hand cream! He probably hates me!"

Hermione gaped at her. "You did what?"

Ginny flushed. "Oops."

A/N: THERE IS NO DRACO/GINNY RELATIONSHIP (as I have said before)! Ginny will keep trying to kill Draco as the story evolves, only not as much.