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When Hell Freezes Over

Chapter 3: Hell on Earth

"Draco, why didn't you tell us?" Vince asked for the tenth time in the last three and a half minutes.

Draco gritted his teeth and glowered at his friends. Coming into the common room after his Head Boy duty, he just wanted to go to bed and sleep.

He had just spent thirty minutes being interrogated by that freak with the cat, Filch, about causing loud noises, and had spent the hour before that punishing half a dozen different couples for snogging in empty hallways. He really couldn't believe that they were so stupid as to use the hallways, seeing as there was always some one on patrol.

"Yeah, Dray," Blaise prodded gleefully. "Do tell us!"

Draco narrowed his eyes at his best friend. He didn't know if Blaise was gay, straight, or an alien. He just figured Blaise was bisexual and left it at that. He never tortured the tan skinned boy about his sexuality. The blond never really tortured any of his friends.

Now, though, his male friends had decided that they would torture him until he passed out.

Pansy, for her part, just sat there and watched her best friend being tortured, or so it seemed to Draco. She was, rather, staring at the blond perplexedly.

"Why do you care?" Draco cried, confused as to the reason the guys kept questioning him. It seemed to him they knew everything already.

Pansy finally spoke up, after ten more minutes of Draco being cross-examined.

"Draco, are you in love with Potter?" she inquired bluntly.

The group of boys turned towards the short girl with wide eyes before turning those same eyes on Draco.

The blond Slytherin simply gaped at Pansy. Then his eyes gained a far-away gleam and his gaze fell towards the floor.

"Draco?" Greg called as the boys prepared to give the dazed teenager the third degree once again.

But then, Draco's head snapped up, and he looked the female of the group directly in the eye.

"I just might be, Pansy."

All was silent for about half of a minute.

And then...

The questioning of Draco restarted with a new fervor, and all the blond could think was, 'This is hell.'

XXX

Draco had been wrong, he that realized now.

Now, at this second, he was in hell.

This class period he had History of Magic, with Binns the ghost professor who didn't even have to stop for air while giving them crap lectures.

Yes, this was hell, he was sure of it.

As he contemplated whether to repeatedly hit his on the desk or to just fall asleep with the rest of the class (well, the Slytherin half, seeing as they shared this class with Ravenclaw), Binns droned on and on about lord knows what.

The silver-eyed boy decided to go to sleep, since he had not gotten much rest the night before what with all the questioning.

Draco closed his eyes and as he cat napped he saw only a mist. The mist was the color of sunlight that you could see from behind your eyelids, and it was warm like sunshine on skin.

Through the mist a figure with dark hair began to float towards him. Already knowing who it was the blond waited for Harry, who looked beautiful and as though he belonged in the surrounding haze of sunbeams.

But it seemed the Gryffindor could not come any further by himself.

And suddenly everything was cold. Not an eerie, self-induced chill, but actually cold. Cold: in the same way as winter, and snow cones, and icicles.

And so, the blond boy woke up to a world of white.

Or, really, a classroom of white.

And the boy from his dreams was standing in the middle of the room on a mountain of snow, eyes bright and smile even brighter, obviously enjoying the complete chaos that he had caused.

Draco was in awe, because he had just realized. Harry looked just as beautiful encircled by snow as he did by sun.

Dammit, the Slytherin thought a few half seconds later.

This was a problem.