Chapter 8: Sweet Dreams

I awoke on a very hard surface. It was like my head was on a rock. Half asleep, I turned around, quite confused as to why my bed was hard again. I found the reason and screamed. I was sleeping on the staircase between the third and fourth landings. I saw Josh stubble out of his room, and the tops of Adam's and Tim's head as they pounded up the stairs. Tim tripped on his way up, so he disappeared for a while, but the top of his head reappeared.

"Rosebud, WHAT HAPPENED?" I swear I will cut out Tim's vocal chords if he wakes mom up and unleashes the wrath of the middle aged dragon. I hope she's not home yet. In fact, she could never come back and I'd be fine.

I snapped out of myself and I focused on my brother's expectant gazes.

"Why the hell am I on the staircase? No, seriously. I do not remember being here when I fell asleep. Then again, I never remember falling asleep. It's like I'm thinking one second, and the next I'm awake. It's like I'm blacking out. Oh my god, what if I was abducted by aliens, then replaced in my bed without my knowing! What if that's happened every night and I've never noticed until now? What if that happens to everyone! What if this is a breakthrough!"

"JAN STOP BLUBBERING AND PAY ATTENTION"

"Okay, okay what?"

" Do you remember going to bed?"

"Yeah, I remember putting my pj's on, and jumping into bed!"

" I certainly remember, she was like stomping around for twenty minutes!" Oops.

"Are you okay?" Awww Tim cares!

"I'm fine I was just sc…" Man, I'm so lucky to have such a caring brother.

"GOOD, GREAT, NOW I'M GOING TO BED."

So much for a caring brother. I spun around and walked back into my room and ran straight for my bed. I launched myself, ready to land a spectacular jump straight onto my bed, when I realized that a lump had materialized onto it. Yet again, I screamed, as I grabbed on to one of the ropes holding my bead up to not land on that familiar lump.

This time, I heard only Adam's footsteps stop over. He took one took at me and starting laughing, until he saw the lump and his expression changed to that of an serial killer who just saw a nun. He charged over to my bed and threw off my comforter and revealed an awaking Malfoy.

Adam burst out laughing again and had to sit down in one of my lounge chairs. Malfoy sat up, his hair tousled a bit, but not much. He saw Adam and sneered.

"What are you laughing at?"

"What are you doing in my sister's bed?"

"Sleeping, unless you care to fetch me your mother then I won't " Ew. Is this really how all males talk? Cause if it is, I'm going to go grab that Panty Pakinson girl.

"Very funny, but seriously Draco, why are you here?"

"I assumed I was supposed to be quartering here!"

"We told you Josh's room" I blurted out.

"Yeah, but then Josh came in, so I assumed I was on the wrong floor."

"Why else would Josh come into Josh's room?"

" Wasn't he going to share a room with Tim?" Malfoy raised his eyebrows and smirked. " Besides, you weren't in your room when I came in"

Something in those gray orbs told me he was lying, and he didn't have to be convincing, just airtight. "But I was in the bathroom!"

"All I heard was some ridiculous stomping when I got in, and I assumed that it was heard throughout the entire house."

"Well, maybe you should have checked the light under the door!" Does this guy have no common sense?

"Next time I'm staying at a house, and I'm unsure as to which room I'm being offered, I'll make sure to do so."

"UGH" I got onto my bed, and tried to shove him out. He didn't appear to like this at all, and he pushed back, causing me to fall back.

"I'm going back to bed, you two work this out on your own" Oh, Adam the dependable.

"MY HOUSE, MY BED, NOW GO!" I pointed towards the door that was barely illuminated by the hall light.

"I'm the guest, therefore you let me have the bed." He calmly shot at me.

"OUT!" That should do it!

"No." and with that the lantern in the hall was shut off, and I was thrust into pitch black.

I tried to feel my way onto a pillow so that I could hit him until he left. I found Malfoy's legs and arms about 5 times until I finally found one and set out hitting the hell out of everything in my arm's length.

"What in bloody hell are you doing?" Does he always have to be calm? ALWAYS?

"Making you leave!"

"No."

"What?"

"No. I am not moving, and if I have to, I will move you out again, only this time I'll let you fall down the stairs. Good night."

"What am I supposed to do?"

"I suggest sleep."

"My mother would kill me if she came in here and you were here"

" Hah, assuming she assumes the things you think she will, she'd applaud you. You'd have just done the impossible. Gotten yourself shagged."

I slammed the pillow where the noise was coming from one last time, and quickly flattened my body out. I tried to breathe normal, but I couldn't until I thought he was asleep, then, I calmed down, and drifted off into the relief of sleep.

I woke up several more times, each time I couldn't tell why, all I knew was that I couldn't move, by chance that I'd hit the Malfoy twit and start up his sirens. I tried to change my body around as much as possible without disturbing the fragile peace that was my bed for those brief hours.

I laid there awake for a while each time, pondering what Malfoy could be dreaming. I bet he was probably kicking puppies, ripping apart kittens, using stapler guns on bunnies and stabbing baby hamsters. Then again, he could be dreaming nice, serene, and happy thoughts, where there was no more war, and the world was rainbows and chocolate. Hah. Who am I kidding. It's Malfoy. I bet he's taking a chainsaw to my head, while murdering little fluffy animals and poisoning children.