Shizzy title... short, a bit odd, gimme a break. And now, after this chapter you can have the one I gave you by accident. God, I'm an idiot.
Harry awoke with a start. He looked at his watch. It was nearly 3:30AM. Why had he been startled from his dream? Come to think of it… what had he been dreaming about in the first place?
He sat for a moment trying to recall what he had seen in his sleep.
Then he remembered. The vision of Lucius Malfoy hitting his son flashed across his mind. But had that been a dream? He heard rustling across the room.
He sat up.
"Ron?" he whispered. "Ron, is that you?"
"Yeah," his friend replied.
"Ron, that thing that happened with Malfoy… was that a dream? Or did it actually happen?" he asked.
"Oh, it happened all right," Ron said. "And it was bloody messed up too."
"Oh… I thought it was just me," said Harry.
"Nope," Ron said. "We all saw it."
"Hmm…."
Harry sat and thought for a moment. "OK," he said. "Well… I'm going back to bed now. Goodnight."
"G'night," Ron replied.
There was a few minutes silence, in which Harry was still sitting up in his bed, and then:
"Harry?" Ron asked.
"Yeah Ron?" Harry said.
"What is a bowrot anyway?"
"Ugh!" Harry said, flopping back on his bed. "I'm gonna kill Hermione for that one!"
I'll give you the next chapter sooner than usual, since this one is so short. Anyhow, you know how much I just L0VE reviews, so GiMME!