He had felt so sure he was done with her. That the rejection he had felt in his stomach when she walked away, the maddening pull of it, would be enough to make his mind shut her out and to move on. She wanted nothing to do with him and that made his life easier. Made him more able to focus on the task at hand instead of on how she would react when it was done. Remove her like the flea she was in his brain.
Yet when he wondered among the hallways he could feel her in every corner, calling for him to come, to join her in the night. The promise of a light at the end of a tunnel. It pulled at him a drug he could never have.
He knew it was an illusion. No matter how much his body betrayed him, he could feel the pull in his mind as someone tried to work their way through, friend or foe they were doing a damned good job of messing with his sanity.
He continued walking through the corridor as the walls around him began to feel like they were swallowing him whole. His problem was her. She had made someone angry, someone who could work their way through a mind and saw her there. He had an idea of who it was.
He had asked Snape to meet him there tonight. He knew the professor would come, he had no doubt about that yet confronting the man whom had no idea what really was going through his head, who only thought he knew, he could feel the bile rising in his throat and the blood drain from his face and he approached the forming door.
"What do you want Draco." Snape asked folding his arms over across his chest.
"I know it's you. I have a problem, I need you to help me and I think if you don't we could both be killed." He said matter of fact, sitting in one of the chairs that the room had provided him. He slumped forward and rested his forearms on his knees, staring at the floor.
"I told you, someone is always watching, I am simply trying to extend my warning. Now what could I possibly do for you, since I'm at your beck and call." Snape sneered not sitting in the other chair in the room. Draco sucked in a breath of air and closed his eyes. He opened them and looked up at the professor standing above him.
"I can't control my dreams, I'm vulnerable, which makes you vulnerable."
"How, pray tell, does the dreams of a boy put me at risk."
"She's been in them" Those were the only words he needed he could see the twitch of the professors muscles in his face as he processed the information he was give. Gracefully still he sat in the chair opposite him.
"How long."
"Two days now, I didn't sleep last night. Couldn't risk three, not with having to focus on keeping you out during the day." Draco glared at the professor before him.
"Watch your tone. I will not be the one who goes down for your school boy crush." The blood boiled behind Dracos eyes as he glared at the man before him. How could he not see that she had done this to him, not the other way around. This was not something he wanted to be dealing with, it was a distraction. He gritted his teeth and felt the tension in his jaw at the professor's remarks, she was not some crush he had developed.
She was so much more.
The danger that came from his realization of this made the whole conversation necessary. He needed to push the thoughts away, keep them away forever, make it to where no one could use that knowledge against him. She intrigued him. The idea of her, the happiness that he would never have at her side.
No one needed to know.
"I need your help. Keeping them out. I can't keep her out she's too bloody stubborn, but I need no one to know." He felt as if he was begging the man before him. The little pride he felt in the situation was gone. It was when the spell hit him he knew that Snape agreed, and he slumped asleep.
His eyes were closed, and he embraced the warmth of the room around him. They had spent the past few days in complete and utter bliss. The sun streamed in through the curtains and shone on her skin, causing it to glow almost iridescently. He had been resting his head on her abdomen and drawing small circles on her thigh as she lazily ran her hands in his hair drawing her nails along his scalp. He could feel the content sigh she released as he lifted his head and turned to kiss her stomach gently. She laughed slightly, a sound that he was starting to enjoy, opening his eyes he looked up at her and saw standing over them both a dark figure. "Are you enjoying yourself?" Snape sneered causing him to yelp, arms flailing as he fell out of the chair.
"You are weak." Snape said picking Draco up and throwing him back on the chair. "Are you even trying, or are you enjoying your little fantasy."
"You knocked me unconscious, how am I supposed to fight that! Not even a blank mind is the same as being unconscious and you know it!" He replied running his hands through his hair.
"You fight it, or you die, it's as simple as that, do you really think that he's stopped getting in your head? You have accomplished nothing that he has asked of you, not a single thing and now you are fantasizing about Muggle-borns. You had better learn how to control it and fast. Keep your mind clear or think about anything else before you go under." Snape said raising his wand again and removing any chance of an argument.
They sat in the garden of the manor, his mother had sat a table out there and planted flowers when he was a child. When they finally grew she would sit out there with his father and watch as he ran around the garden. The flowers were in full bloom surrounding them both. The smell of the gardenias filled the air and the sun shone brightly, there was blonde and copper streaks in her hair and when the sun hit her eyes he could see a hint of gold beneath the deep brown. She sipped her tea and laughed at the joke he had told her. He loved the sound of her laugh, so gentle at first as if she was afraid to let anyone hear it and then it would build until they both had tears in their eyes. He smirked in pride and made to grab his drink, however his arm was pushed away by a man in all black. "You sicken me." Snape said taking the tea glass and taking a sip.
Draco jumped out of his chair and back into reality, he threw up in the corner of the room. "I'm screwed." He said wiping his mouth with the back of his sleeve. Snape tossed a vial at him and he caught it with one hand staring at the contents as the professor walked towards the door.
"I trust you can at least take a dreamless drought sufficiently?" he sneered at him "You need to do your job and stop fantasizing about something that can never happen. It's time to grow up, boy." With that the professor walked out of the room leaving him with a vial of potion and a cabinet hoovering menacingly over him.