Chapter One:

Draco Malfoy took in the sight of the Gryffindor common room. It was grand and crimson, not to mention bright. The Slytherin's had a cool stone floor with a high ceiling. This room was much more... homely. He thought, his nose in the air. Now... where's...? His eyes shifted from corridor to corridor. Finally he chose a path.

"Yes..." He hissed, happy to have found the correct room so quickly. A dormitory, with four snoozing Gryffindors snuggled perfectly in their four poster beds.
It was then that Draco pulled out a small knife, smiling, and crept into the room.
"There you are..." He whispered, lowering his body. He pulled the knife low and with a small flick of his wrist, cut off a tiny clump of hair. "Night, mud-blood." He grinned as he crept back out of the Gryffindor's domain, tying a small strand to ensure none of the hairs left his possession. He tucked it in his robe before using the very same spell he had used to get it.

Harry sat up in bed. A nightmare had racked his dreams- Draco playing the main part. "Damn death eater..." He murmured. He felt a strange tugging sensation in his chest, a tightening. He shut his eyes and flopped down on the bed, ignoring all feelings.

"Damn him."

"Hey you're not late today, Potter." Malfoy was grinning across from Harry. The two were seated together again to do the final day of team-work in potions.
"Let's just get this done." He silently added the word filth before picking up a vial and opening his book.
"Suit yourself Potter. But, I really do feel it necessary to warn you, you look like you've been hit by a bus."
Damn him...! "Not that it's any of your business, Malfoy, but I couldn't sleep."
"Was Potter afraid of the dark?" At this the blonde threw back his head with a laugh.
"No, Malfoy, unlike you, I have much more important things to do that cower in the dark." Malfoy raised an eyebrow as if this amused him.
"Cower?" Harry looked confused for a moment. Where's the witty comeback? "I do not cower." That wasn't witty... But Draco was still smiling, more maliciously than ever. What is he up to?
"Oh don't look so smug." At this, Harry tipped in the contents of the vial only to be greeted with a thick orange smoke engulfing the room.

"NOW YOU'VE DONE IT, POTTER!" Snape cried from across the room, which was already heavily clouded in the orange smog.
"I find it very hard not to be smug right now, Potter."

Draco had planned it perfectly. He dropped the hairs in. "It won't be much longer now, Potter." Potter. Draco flopped down, laying on his back. He watched the potion twist and writhe, frothing in its small chamber. He smiled at the discolored liquid, the smell. All for a cause. He breathed in heavily before sitting back up. Now, the matter of where...

Crabbe entered, looking disgruntled. "Goyle- hey, what are you doing in here?"
"Making some chowder." He half expected him to ask for some. Crabbe opened his mouth as if to say something but instead wrinkled his nose at the smell.
"Hey that's not-"
"Get out you great oaf!" Crabbe looked slightly shocked before frowning deeply, shrugging, and exiting. Where? Then an idea hit him. It was perfect. He had seen Potter enter once before. But otherwise, it was... empty. It's perfect!

Draco's lips formed his infamous smile, dark and foreboding, before he bottled the potion and hid the cauldron away. He clicked off the light before tucking the small bottle into his robes. "Tomorrow, Potter. Tomorrow..."

"You've gone absolutely batty." Ron was staring back at Harry, listening to his friend's nightmare. "Wait wait, back up- Hermione just entered. Hurry 'Mione, sit!" Hermione looked confused before sitting down next to Ron.
"What is it, Harry?"
"He's had a nightmare."
"Oh that's all?"
"No, just listen to it, would ya?" Hermione frowned but turned her attention back across the table to Harry, who was looking worse for wear.
"It's about..." He grimaced.
"Draco." Ron cut in. "Go on, Harry!" Harry nodded.
"Right. It's about Malfoy and the future." He paused, looking uncertain. "I saw myself die..."
"Harry, you seemed quite shaken for a dream."
"Nightmare." Ron corrected, earning an annoyed stare from Hermione.
"But! It was so real..."
"Harry you're not going to die. Especially not from that git." Ron laughed and took a deep breath. "Look, Harry, it was a dream. Ok? A dream."
"Yeah but Draco..." He didn't want to say it. He couldn't say it. Not to Ron, not to Hermione... couldn't say what Draco had told him in his dream.
"Draco nothing, Harry! He's a foul git and you know it." Hermione said loudly and in a very un-Hermione way. Both boys found themselves grinning.
"You tell 'em, 'Mione." Ron said before yawning. "Listen, I was walking-ah excuse me." He finished his yawn and shook his head. "Walking and I smelled something foul, you know?" They nodded. "And it smelled an awful lot like-"

"LIGHTS OUT!" A prefect stuck his head in. "And HEY! No girls in the boy's dormitory! What are you doing?" Hermione blushed and stood up.
"Sorry, right then I'll talk to you two later." She flitted out of the room before looking apologetically at the prefect.

"Why did 'Mione come in here?" Ron shrugged in reply before flopping down on his four poster and pulling the curtains around him. "Hey aren't you going to tell me? What the smell was?"
"I'll tell you guys tomorrow."
"Ok. Tomorrow then." Harry closed his eyes, head feeling heavy. His thoughts weighed down his eyelids but didn't allow sleep. Tomorrow.