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Chapter 3: Haunted

Harry ran. He ran towards Draco full speed, but never seemed to get any closer. He was panting. Hard. He was sweating. Once or twice, he'd called Draco's name.

Wait...

He was getting closer!

Closer...

Closer...

Within ten feet...

Within five feet...

Three feet...

Draco started to laugh.

"Draco!" escaped Harry's lips as they collided with Draco's. Draco pushed him away.

But it wasn't Draco.

Lord Voldemort stood before Harry, laughing that him, uncontrollably.

"I..." His words were very deep, and seemed to come from everywhere rather than just the man's (if you could call him that) mouth. "KNOW..."

Harry gasped, waking, drenched in cold sweat and shuddering violently. "Draco..." he whimpered, looking around only to see the curtains covering his bed in the Griffindor Tower boys' dormitory. "Draco..." he whimpered, but more quietly. "Draco..."

He heard a moan from the other side of the room, and his eyes grew wide. He slid into bed again and pretended to be asleep, as he had gotten so good at with practice at the Weasley home.

Minutes later, Ron pulled back the curtains of his bed. "Harry?" he mumbled sleepily. Harry had his back turned to Ron. Ron sighed. "Harry, I know you're awake." He waited a few moments before sighing, closing the curtains bag, and going back to his own bed.

Harry opened his eyes again and rolled over on his back. He stared at a spot in the thin curtains where the moonlight shown through brightly through the window and dully through the curtain. Images fleeted through his head as he stared at that spot; light: a symbol of hope. Images of Draco kissing him... Licking his ear... Smiling that mocking smile... So much more... His personal favorite, the genuine smile he'd caught a glimpse of one day in Defense Against the Dark Arts class... He smiled at that image.

Hours had passed unbenounced to Harry and Draco's smile. Dawn came and Harry finally noticed. He sighed. Another night with no decent sleep. He sat up and pulled the curtains back. Everyone was still asleep. Everything was still and quiet. He breathed in a deep breath of fresh air and moved to open the trunk. He dug through it for his Griffindor robes. He pulled them out of the middle of his trunk and put them on after undressing.

He stepped down the stairs to the common room a few minutes later and sat down on the couch in front of the ever-burning fire in the fireplace. He sighed, running the dream through his mind again.

Lord Voldemort... Why do I keep having dreams about him? With Draco... Harry sighed. Does he know...? No, he can't know...! There's no way... How could he possibly--

"Harry?" Hermione asked sleepily, at the foot of the stairs in her nightgown. Harry looked at her, having been called from his thoughts.

"Yeah...?" he asked steadily.

"Why are you up so early?" she asked.

"...Couldn't sleep," he replied, looking back at the fire.

"You didn't sleep? All night?" she asked, sitting down neck to him.

"I fell asleep," he replied.

"Then why couldn't you sleep?"

"...I woke up. In the middle of the night."

"...Why?" she asked, looking at him suspiciously.

"...No reason."

"Harry."

"Yeah?"

"Don't lie to me."

Harry looked at her and sighed. "I had a nightmare..."

"Mm...about Ma-- Draco?" She caught herself, knowing Harry felt better when she called Malfoy by his first name. It was a hard habit to get into: calling him Draco to Harry and Malfoy to everyone else. Harry nodded. "Mm...do you want to tell me about it?"

Harry sighed and recounted the dream. Hermione didn't interrupt, but nodded once in a while.

"I see," she said after he'd finished. "Well, there's hardly any way Voldemort could--"

She was cut off by a low scream from Harry. "Ahh!" he said suddenly, pressing his hand to the scar on his forehead.

"Harry!" Hermione cried in worry.

There was a splitting pain in his forehead. It hurt so bad, it felt like his head would just split in two, right on the scar. He cried out again as that action felt like it was being carried out. He felt like his head, his skull, his mind was being split in two. An image implanted in his head:

Draco. Draco with his genuine smile planted on his lips.

And just as his head was being torn in two by pain, so was that image, that beautiful picture. Harry let out a cry: a cry of Draco's name. But he didn't hear it. Seconds later, he'd passed out.

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Harry blinked awake, his vision blurry. He sat up and put his glasses on.

"Harry!" Hermione and Ron exclaimed in unison. Harry smiled, but something near the door caught his eye.

A dark figure, but a lock of silver blonde hair was caught by Harry's sharp eyesight. The figure left the hospital wing quickly, without a word.

"Draco..." Harry whispered with a smile and a blush.

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