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:WARNING: THIS IS A (kind of)DARK CHAPTER NEAR THE END WITH THE NIGHTMARE SCENE, NOT FOR THE FAINT HEARTED:WARNING:
All that we see or seem is but a dream inside a dream...
Severus had taken the register like he had every day of his teaching career, only today there was something wrong. Something terribly, terribly wrong.
Draco Malfoy was not in Class.
Draco Malfoy had yet to miss a potions class in his life. Severus scanned his class with utter distaste, what a sorry excuse for a bunch of wizards they were. They would be lucky if they picked up a handful of N. E. W. T's all together. Hopefully they would be eaten along with the seventh years by whatever Dumbledore had in store for them.
"Does anyone know where Mr Malfoy is?" He asked his class eventually, Brooks slowly raised his hand. "Yes?"
"Probably sucking off David Lorry sir." He smirked, making half the class snigger.
Severus was really starting to dislike that boy, really he was.
"Yes well thank you Mr Brooks for your input but would you kindly shut the hell up."
Hermione raised her hand dutifully, "He wasn't at breakfast sir."
"Thank you Miss Granger." Severus nodded in the girl's direction before marking Draco on the register, as he had no note to say the boy was ill, a little red cross went into the box that said: Truant
Severus involuntarily shuddered, and put the piece of parchment face down on his desk, not wishing to have to look at it. How he despised that piece of paper. Wouldn't feel good to shred it?
Then again.
Then set the confetti pieces aflame.
Mwahaha.
He was then aware of all the wary eyes upon him
"Well? Copy the notes on the board!"
Honestly. Children.
There was a scrabble for quills and ink. Severus rested his face in his hands, elbows on the desk. He wasn't one for slouching but suddenly he was feeling completely stressed out. There was something seriously wrong with Draco. And as the boy's head of house, hell, as his duties as God Father it was his job to find out what it was. There had been no baiting Potter, no handing in blank pieces of paper as his homework and saying the ink must have run off, no scaring the first years…
Draco hadn't really been the same since Lucius was taken to Azkaban. The boy loved and adored his father; you could see it in his eyes even if he was not permitted to hug his father in public. He'd seen them, father and son, Lucius could still lift up his boy and spin him around when they did cuddle (which was a hell of a lot if Lucius was in a good mood, Draco was scarily affectionate, must be all the damn French blood, they were all for kissing strangers weren't they?). it was surprising how much he did care for Draco. Veela paternal instincts Severus supposed, and then the fact Lucius had literally been wrapped in Cotton wool by HIS mother.
Narcissa on the other hand…
Draco had had to spend all summer with her, he knew how much he feared the woman. She would hit him and scratch him and bite him if he so looked at her wrong! Too scared to even fight back because she was his Mother, too afraid to run away and leave Lucius alone with her. And then there was the refusing to bear the Dark Mark thing that had lost him all his so-called friends.
The summer holidays would have been hell.
Where the heck was he?
Hermione sighed as Brooks once again threw a crumpled up piece of paper at her and hissed "Granger, Granger!" she whipped around and, giving him her best death glare, snapped in a way Draco Malfoy would have been proud.
"What is it?" she had the urge to add 'you filthy excuse for a human being' and also the hair flick that Malfoy did unconsciously now he'd let some of his fringe down from his slicked back hair. But no one would get it apart from herself, Ron and Harry.
Brooks leaned back in his chair and sneered at her, now he had her attention it seemed he was going to drag this out for as long as possible. Great, because it wasn't like they were in Potions, the strictest class for talking that she knew of
"Very friendly with Malfoy now, aren't you Mudblood? All you little Gryffindorks seem to be getting your arse licked by him recently."
Rolling her eyes she moaned, "What are you on about? Really Brooks, I don't have time for this."
"You know exactly what I mean," He leaned further over his desk to hiss at her,
"I'm talking about that David Lorry and Ginny Weasly sneaking out of HIS room past midnight last night."
Ron spun around in his seat, eyes flashing dangerously, "What?"
Hermione tutted, "Honestly Ron, if you could be any more easily wound up you would be string."
"That's right, you're her brother, huh? I'd look after her if you know what I mean, its how HIV spread init? Through the gays then the bi's."
"Watch it, that's my sister your talking about!" Ron yelled.
"Mr Weasly, settle down!" Snape said icily over the tops of their heads.
Ron turned back around hands clenched into fists, he had gone from red to pure white in an instant, he was beyond furious. Hermione took one look at him and slapped him on the forehead. Somehow resisting yelling 'SPAM' as she did so, he looked at her startled.
"Really Ron! Ginny doesn't sleep with her Best friends, you forget how close I am to her, she would have told me if she was sleeping with Malfoy, and David Lorry, isn't sleeping with Draco either."
"Oh and why not?"
"Because David Lorry is a Kiss and tell, the whole school would know by now."
Hermione decided to leave out "and because he's seeing your sister" just because she'd have to worry for the older boy's safety if she did. Ron was still fuming though, he'd have to have strong words with Malfoy, and the sentence "Leave my sister the fuck alone" did come to mind.
"HEY! Hey guys!"
Ron, Harry and Hermione spun round and saw David Lorry jogging towards them.
"Bloody hell I gotta quit the stick if it's doing this to me." He gasped trying to get his breath back. It was all Draco's fault. When he wasn't smoking he was passive smoking from Draco, who had to have a cigarette every five minutes or so.
"Hey, yeah, did Drake turn up in potions cause I'm starting to worry. I usually see him by now, you know, jumping me as I try my best to get to class on time." He grinned, David hadn't been on time to class since… ever, really.
Harry shook his head, "Nope, he didn't turn up."
David frowned and looked away into the distance, the Three watched as his tanned face suddenly changed to white.
"Oh...my god."
They followed his gaze down to the lake where you could clearly see the black shape of a body wrapped in robes with a lot of blonde hair. David took off in a run, Harry, Ron and Hermione followed suit. Getting closer it became obvious the boy was just dreaming by the screams coming from his mouth and his hands clawing into the mud and grass by his sides. David threw himself down into a kneeling position beside Draco, unsure to whether or not wake him up.
"LET ME OUT, LET ME OUT NOW!" Draco screamed, beating the ground with his fists, "I'M NOT DEAD YET!"
Draco was pushed, falling down straight to earth. Right into and open grave, an open coffin. The lid shut tight and he felt his body starting to rot, maggots eating him alive. Pushing and pushing against the Coffin lid he could hear chanting outside, "Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust, Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust, Ashes to Ashes, Dust to Dust."
No, no this wasn't right he was still alive this just wasn't right! The lid wouldn't open! He tried to scream but this only aloud more of the maggots to fall into his mouth. He could fell them boring their way down into his guts, his flesh already riddled with them, and he knew if they turned into flies something terrible would happen.
Then suddenly there came up from behind him another living corpse. Just like him now, clawing and scratching him, shaking him hard. The Corpse was just like a normal human body minus the skin, it had flaring yellow eyes with no pupil or iris, the teeth were all filled into jagged points and it was grinning manically.
"Draco…"
Get off of me! Get off! Let me go!
"Draco!"
"LET GO OF ME!"
"DRACO!"
And then suddenly he was awake with tears running down his face and David was holding him at arms length, staring at him with confusion. There was four lines of red down one side of Davids face where Draco must have lashed out at him. Draco could still feel the maggots crawling on him and throwing himself into David's arms he whimpered "Get them off me David please, please, please just get them off me please don't let them turn into flies please, please David please." He sobbed. David stroked his back reassuringly and rocked him a little trying to calm him down.
"Shhh, shhh, its over, just a nasty dream, hmmm, just a nasty dream."
"I'm not dead yet, I'm not I'm not…"
"I know, its alright, its just your nightmares."
"Izzy's the dead one, Isabella's dead."
David frowned at these words, of course Isabella was dead, she'd been dead for eleven years. Harry and Ron looked at each other, they had never, ever seen Draco Malfoy: Slytherin git and all around bad guy act so… vulnerable.
David was still trying to calm the boy down, he must have been buried alive again, and this one was always the worst. Draco's four deaths repeated each other again and again for the past two months, Fire, water, wind and earth; Burning, Drowning, Falling, Buried.
Draco sniffed suddenly and pulled himself away from David, this was the part where Draco got embarrassed and self-conscious. He would feel absolutely mortified once he realized Harry, Ron and Hermione were standing there watching. Draco ran a hand through lose hair, rubbed his eyes with the palm of his hand.
Reaching down into his boots he brought out his precious eye liner and started to re line his eyes, not for the first time David wished Draco could do without it for one minute. Really, if the boy could line and neaten up his eyes without even using a mirror, that was something most girls couldn't even do.
"What class do I have?" Draco asked him running a hand through his hair and scowling, "You got gel? The mop has gone curly, and now I look like a little boy."
"We're both going down to CC, no I don't and how do you know you look like a little boy?" David stood up, "You look fine. And bedside's, you ARE a little boy, I've seen you minus the boots, fool."
Draco stood up as well, scowling, not knowing if it was at David or his height.
5"5, could he be any smaller? It wasn't as though he didn't have legs…
That's when he caught sight of the three.
He felt his face flush, that was too much, not only had they caught him in his weakness. Being taught that having nightmares was the ultimate sign of imperfection, but they'd seen him crying as well. After five years, five bloody years of trying as hard as he possibly could from stopping them from seeing the tears they brought he'd lost it over a stupid dream he'd all ready had nineteen times this year. Draco did the one thing in the world he knew how to do best in situations where he was faced with a problem, he ran.