Dream Connections
Chapter 3
Draco sat anxiously in the Slytherin common room awaiting Blaise's return. He was the picture of impatience. He sat quietly facing the entrance, arms crossed, a scowl marring his delicate face. He tapped his foot against the floor in what Pansy had repeatedly been heard saying was 'a rather annoying fashion.'
Finally, after what seemed like days to Draco, but was actually only an hour or two, the entrance creaked open and Blaise stepped in cautiously. He obviously expected Draco to be hurling hexes at him by this point. He was not without reason, of course, because Draco had been thinking of the worst curses he could inflict on the traitor when he came in.
"Don't worry, Zabini." Draco's lip curled in disgust. "I won't hurt you just yet." He gestured to the vacant chair beside him carelessly but with authority. "Sit." He sneered. "I may be a dragon, but I won't bite."
Blaise frowned and eyed Draco wearily as he sat in the appointed seat. By the look on his face, he obviously didn't believe Draco's last statement. Draco looked altogether too calm. The nasty looks had drained from his pale face and he was currently inspecting his perfectly manicured nails as if they were the only thing of importance at the moment. 'The calm before the storm,' Pansy would say.
"Enjoy your date with Potter?" Draco asked placidly. He continued to examine his nails, not looking up to meet Blaise's eyes, as though he wasn't truly interested.
Blaise fidgeted in his seat like a child who knew they had been caught doing something wrong and was about to be horribly punished for it. "What date are you referring to, Draco? I haven't a clue what you're talking about." Blaise stumbled over his words, trying to sound innocent. He flinched as Draco's head jerked up, his eyes flashing dangerously.
"Is that so? Not a clue? Really, Blaise, you're better than that. Honestly," Draco sneered, "have you any balls at all?" The ice in Draco's eyes melted away with his temper. 'Calm down, Draco.' He thought to himself. 'Take this slowly. It wouldn't be wise to let the whole of Slytherin know what you're feeling.'
Draco leaned back casually in his overstuffed green armchair, trying to compose himself. "I saw the whole thing you know." He said, picking a nonexistent piece of lint from his immaculate robes. "Did you actually think I'd leave? I'm no Hufflepuff, Zabini. I place no trust in you." He looked at the boy sitting nervously next to him. "You will learn your lesson well, Zabini. Mark my words. Nobody steps between a Malfoy and his desire and gets away unscathed."
Draco stood gracefully and with a billowing of his robes, turned toward a stone dragon. "I'll be in my prefect's quarters if you'd like to explain what the hell you were thinking, Zabini." Then to the dragon, "Beware the dragon." The dragon moved aside with a grinding of stone. "Welcome back, Master Malfoy."
*~*
Draco's quarters were impeccable. The entrance opened into a living room of sorts. On the wall to the right, a large fireplace was roaring brightly. There was a large, comfortable, tasteful green sofa covered with silver pillows facing it. Directly in front of the couch was a low coffee table, scattered with Draco's notes from all his classes. On either side of the couch, facing the table, were large green wing chairs. Each of the chairs had one solitary silver cushion placed decoratively by Pansy. Behind the couch on the other side of the room, to the left of the entrance, was a large roll-top desk stocked with all his books, quills, ink, parchment, and anything else he could need. The chair was a silver armchair embroidered with flying dragons that actually moved, flying freely around the chair blowing silver fire at each other. The walls were covered with decorative hangings, depicting everything from snakes and dragons to quidditch games and the Great Hall.
At the end of the chamber, was a spiral stairway leading to Draco's bedroom. It was a large loft with a soft, squishy, dark green carpet unlike the bare stone floors of the living room. Straight ahead was a humongous four poster bed with dark green silk sheets and a silver comforter. It was covered with green and silver pillows and had silver hangings that shimmered softly in the light. Against the left wall was a large, intricately carved armoire. The doors of the armoire were carved in the shape of a dragon's head that roared at anyone who tried to open it without the express permission of the owner. Three mirrors were next to it, angled so that Draco could see himself from all sides. The right wall was hung with decorative hangings bearing the Hogwarts crest along with the Malfoy family crest. Draco enjoyed hanging over the railing, but refrained from doing so after nearly toppling over the edge. The only thing he did not like about his rooms was that there was no bathroom. He had to use one of the prefects' bathrooms, all of which were located a long ways from the dungeons.
Now in the safety of his rooms, Draco let out a frustrated yell. "Aargh! How the fuck are things gonna work out this time?!" He dove angrily onto his couch and beat his fists into the pillows. He had no idea of where to go from here. 'I'm lucky Pansy had a plan.' he thought bitterly.
Draco rolled onto his back and stared unseeingly at the ceiling. He thought about what had brought him to this. It had all started this summer when Lucius had announced Draco's future while sitting at the dinner table. After graduating, he was to become a death eater like his father and marry Pansy Parkinson to continue the family line. Draco had already known he was expected to marry Pansy. It was the death eater part that scared the shit out of him. He had stupidly stood up directly after the announcement and turned to leave.
~*~ "Where do you think you are going?!" Lucius had yelled, angrily. "Do you have a problem with your future?"
Draco knew better than to think that Lucius actually cared what he thought, but turned back anyway. "Yes, Father. I do have a problem. Unlike you, I don't plan on spending the rest of my life serving a deranged lunatic who chases around little orphan boys."
Draco saw his mother bite her lip in fear and knew he had gone too far. Lucius seemed to hum with anger. He stood quietly, looming over Draco. Draco cowered, expecting to be hit either with the back of his father's hand or a curse of some sort. Neither came. "Straighten up, boy," His father sneered, "I'm not going to hit you. You aren't worth the effort. Get out of my house, worthless brat. You aren't my son. You are a disgrace to the Malfoy name. What next, are you going to tell me you are a faggot and a muggle lover?"
Draco didn't answer. He was already fleeing the room. He had packed his stuff quickly and quietly, taking his hidden stash of money that he had saved over the years. He figured it would come to this someday. Without another thought, he ran by his mother's chambers for a quick goodbye. "I love you, Mum." He had said, trembling in his mother's arms. "My poor baby," His mother was whispering, "I'll keep in touch, my little dragon. Take care of yourself." Draco was shocked to hear the last statement she had made, "I'm so proud of you."
Draco had left the manor, not knowing which direction to go but happily realizing that he was free. He ended up calling for the Knight's Bus taking it to the Leaky Cauldron where he got a room for himself. He then sent an owl to Snape, telling him what had happened. Finally, exhausted he fell into bed and slept. That was when the dreams had started. Dreams of a green-eyed god had haunted him ever since.
The next morning, an owl had arrived from Snape telling him to gather his things. Draco would be staying with him. He had lived freely with Snape until the beginning of the school year, studying potions constantly. The entire time, he tried in vain to interpret what his dreams meant. After seeing a picture of the new order on Snape's dresser, he realized he wanted the Gryffindor golden boy. He spent all day that day staring at the photo, watching the happy people smiling and waving at him. He stroked Harry's hair, repeatedly mumbling under his breath as he watched Harry blush and turn his face into Draco's caresses. 'I wonder,' Draco had thought breathlessly, 'what it would be like to really touch him.' Draco had been determined from that day forward that he would win Harry over. Harry would give in to Draco's desires. ~*~
Draco groaned piteously into the silent room. He couldn't lose Harry to Blaise. It would break him. He doubted whether Blaise really wanted Harry at all. 'He is probably just doing this to torment me.' Draco thought bitterly. 'Yeah, that's it.' Draco had been wondering if Pansy's plan was just a little cruel. Now that he had determined that Blaise had no real interest in Harry, he had no problem going through with it.
"Bring it on, Zabini." Draco's eyes flashed as he sat up, deciding to put his new plan into action. "Bring it on."
*~*
Author's Note: How ya like me now?! lol j/k...okay, so there's the third chapter. What is Pansy's plan? Will it work? Does Draco like to shank or be shanked? Why am I asking YOU this crap?! Anyway, many thanks to all reviewers for getting my lazy ass back in the game. I think, in the beginning of this chapter, I should have put 'a scowl marring his delicate, sexy, snogadelic, take-me-to-your-loft-and-fuck-me-senseless face' Whaddya think? lol. An extra-special thanks (as always) goes out to my wonderful beta-reader and good friend, the incomparably awesome N.C. PsyChick. Without her superior editing skillz, my stories would not kick nearly as much ass as they do right now. Remember kids, reviews make the world a better place...(P.S. The author, Tygrressatheart, is actually sleeping right now...this author's note is complements of the wonderful and modest beta-reader...What?! She said I could! ^-^)
Chapter 3
Draco sat anxiously in the Slytherin common room awaiting Blaise's return. He was the picture of impatience. He sat quietly facing the entrance, arms crossed, a scowl marring his delicate face. He tapped his foot against the floor in what Pansy had repeatedly been heard saying was 'a rather annoying fashion.'
Finally, after what seemed like days to Draco, but was actually only an hour or two, the entrance creaked open and Blaise stepped in cautiously. He obviously expected Draco to be hurling hexes at him by this point. He was not without reason, of course, because Draco had been thinking of the worst curses he could inflict on the traitor when he came in.
"Don't worry, Zabini." Draco's lip curled in disgust. "I won't hurt you just yet." He gestured to the vacant chair beside him carelessly but with authority. "Sit." He sneered. "I may be a dragon, but I won't bite."
Blaise frowned and eyed Draco wearily as he sat in the appointed seat. By the look on his face, he obviously didn't believe Draco's last statement. Draco looked altogether too calm. The nasty looks had drained from his pale face and he was currently inspecting his perfectly manicured nails as if they were the only thing of importance at the moment. 'The calm before the storm,' Pansy would say.
"Enjoy your date with Potter?" Draco asked placidly. He continued to examine his nails, not looking up to meet Blaise's eyes, as though he wasn't truly interested.
Blaise fidgeted in his seat like a child who knew they had been caught doing something wrong and was about to be horribly punished for it. "What date are you referring to, Draco? I haven't a clue what you're talking about." Blaise stumbled over his words, trying to sound innocent. He flinched as Draco's head jerked up, his eyes flashing dangerously.
"Is that so? Not a clue? Really, Blaise, you're better than that. Honestly," Draco sneered, "have you any balls at all?" The ice in Draco's eyes melted away with his temper. 'Calm down, Draco.' He thought to himself. 'Take this slowly. It wouldn't be wise to let the whole of Slytherin know what you're feeling.'
Draco leaned back casually in his overstuffed green armchair, trying to compose himself. "I saw the whole thing you know." He said, picking a nonexistent piece of lint from his immaculate robes. "Did you actually think I'd leave? I'm no Hufflepuff, Zabini. I place no trust in you." He looked at the boy sitting nervously next to him. "You will learn your lesson well, Zabini. Mark my words. Nobody steps between a Malfoy and his desire and gets away unscathed."
Draco stood gracefully and with a billowing of his robes, turned toward a stone dragon. "I'll be in my prefect's quarters if you'd like to explain what the hell you were thinking, Zabini." Then to the dragon, "Beware the dragon." The dragon moved aside with a grinding of stone. "Welcome back, Master Malfoy."
*~*
Draco's quarters were impeccable. The entrance opened into a living room of sorts. On the wall to the right, a large fireplace was roaring brightly. There was a large, comfortable, tasteful green sofa covered with silver pillows facing it. Directly in front of the couch was a low coffee table, scattered with Draco's notes from all his classes. On either side of the couch, facing the table, were large green wing chairs. Each of the chairs had one solitary silver cushion placed decoratively by Pansy. Behind the couch on the other side of the room, to the left of the entrance, was a large roll-top desk stocked with all his books, quills, ink, parchment, and anything else he could need. The chair was a silver armchair embroidered with flying dragons that actually moved, flying freely around the chair blowing silver fire at each other. The walls were covered with decorative hangings, depicting everything from snakes and dragons to quidditch games and the Great Hall.
At the end of the chamber, was a spiral stairway leading to Draco's bedroom. It was a large loft with a soft, squishy, dark green carpet unlike the bare stone floors of the living room. Straight ahead was a humongous four poster bed with dark green silk sheets and a silver comforter. It was covered with green and silver pillows and had silver hangings that shimmered softly in the light. Against the left wall was a large, intricately carved armoire. The doors of the armoire were carved in the shape of a dragon's head that roared at anyone who tried to open it without the express permission of the owner. Three mirrors were next to it, angled so that Draco could see himself from all sides. The right wall was hung with decorative hangings bearing the Hogwarts crest along with the Malfoy family crest. Draco enjoyed hanging over the railing, but refrained from doing so after nearly toppling over the edge. The only thing he did not like about his rooms was that there was no bathroom. He had to use one of the prefects' bathrooms, all of which were located a long ways from the dungeons.
Now in the safety of his rooms, Draco let out a frustrated yell. "Aargh! How the fuck are things gonna work out this time?!" He dove angrily onto his couch and beat his fists into the pillows. He had no idea of where to go from here. 'I'm lucky Pansy had a plan.' he thought bitterly.
Draco rolled onto his back and stared unseeingly at the ceiling. He thought about what had brought him to this. It had all started this summer when Lucius had announced Draco's future while sitting at the dinner table. After graduating, he was to become a death eater like his father and marry Pansy Parkinson to continue the family line. Draco had already known he was expected to marry Pansy. It was the death eater part that scared the shit out of him. He had stupidly stood up directly after the announcement and turned to leave.
~*~ "Where do you think you are going?!" Lucius had yelled, angrily. "Do you have a problem with your future?"
Draco knew better than to think that Lucius actually cared what he thought, but turned back anyway. "Yes, Father. I do have a problem. Unlike you, I don't plan on spending the rest of my life serving a deranged lunatic who chases around little orphan boys."
Draco saw his mother bite her lip in fear and knew he had gone too far. Lucius seemed to hum with anger. He stood quietly, looming over Draco. Draco cowered, expecting to be hit either with the back of his father's hand or a curse of some sort. Neither came. "Straighten up, boy," His father sneered, "I'm not going to hit you. You aren't worth the effort. Get out of my house, worthless brat. You aren't my son. You are a disgrace to the Malfoy name. What next, are you going to tell me you are a faggot and a muggle lover?"
Draco didn't answer. He was already fleeing the room. He had packed his stuff quickly and quietly, taking his hidden stash of money that he had saved over the years. He figured it would come to this someday. Without another thought, he ran by his mother's chambers for a quick goodbye. "I love you, Mum." He had said, trembling in his mother's arms. "My poor baby," His mother was whispering, "I'll keep in touch, my little dragon. Take care of yourself." Draco was shocked to hear the last statement she had made, "I'm so proud of you."
Draco had left the manor, not knowing which direction to go but happily realizing that he was free. He ended up calling for the Knight's Bus taking it to the Leaky Cauldron where he got a room for himself. He then sent an owl to Snape, telling him what had happened. Finally, exhausted he fell into bed and slept. That was when the dreams had started. Dreams of a green-eyed god had haunted him ever since.
The next morning, an owl had arrived from Snape telling him to gather his things. Draco would be staying with him. He had lived freely with Snape until the beginning of the school year, studying potions constantly. The entire time, he tried in vain to interpret what his dreams meant. After seeing a picture of the new order on Snape's dresser, he realized he wanted the Gryffindor golden boy. He spent all day that day staring at the photo, watching the happy people smiling and waving at him. He stroked Harry's hair, repeatedly mumbling under his breath as he watched Harry blush and turn his face into Draco's caresses. 'I wonder,' Draco had thought breathlessly, 'what it would be like to really touch him.' Draco had been determined from that day forward that he would win Harry over. Harry would give in to Draco's desires. ~*~
Draco groaned piteously into the silent room. He couldn't lose Harry to Blaise. It would break him. He doubted whether Blaise really wanted Harry at all. 'He is probably just doing this to torment me.' Draco thought bitterly. 'Yeah, that's it.' Draco had been wondering if Pansy's plan was just a little cruel. Now that he had determined that Blaise had no real interest in Harry, he had no problem going through with it.
"Bring it on, Zabini." Draco's eyes flashed as he sat up, deciding to put his new plan into action. "Bring it on."
*~*
Author's Note: How ya like me now?! lol j/k...okay, so there's the third chapter. What is Pansy's plan? Will it work? Does Draco like to shank or be shanked? Why am I asking YOU this crap?! Anyway, many thanks to all reviewers for getting my lazy ass back in the game. I think, in the beginning of this chapter, I should have put 'a scowl marring his delicate, sexy, snogadelic, take-me-to-your-loft-and-fuck-me-senseless face' Whaddya think? lol. An extra-special thanks (as always) goes out to my wonderful beta-reader and good friend, the incomparably awesome N.C. PsyChick. Without her superior editing skillz, my stories would not kick nearly as much ass as they do right now. Remember kids, reviews make the world a better place...(P.S. The author, Tygrressatheart, is actually sleeping right now...this author's note is complements of the wonderful and modest beta-reader...What?! She said I could! ^-^)