Draco Malfoy was dreaming, well, more like he was having a nightmare. He tossed and turned in bed, flinging his limbs around and tangling the blankets around himself.
Awakening, he quickly tried to sit up but the blanket he was knotted in caused him to tilt to the side, so for the second time that morning, Draco fell out of bed.
"For Merlin's sake!" he shouted, struggling to free himself of the duvet that was binding him.
He had finally pulled himself free when he noticed all the other beds in the room were vacant.
"That's odd," he stated.
Draco was always the first out of bed. He usually had to wake his roommates.
He caught sight of the grandfather clock. 8:43 am.
"Oh shit!" he cursed. He quickly ran to the bathroom to shower. There was no way a Malfoy would ever dream of starting the day without showering, whether he would be late for class or not.
It was 8:49 am when he finally left the shower. He hastily put his robes on, spent an unusually short amount of time sorting his hair out, grabbed his school bag and quickly darted out of the dormitory. It was now 8.55 am.
He burst through the doors of the Great Hall. It was empty but for a few sixth year students who had the morning off to study.
Draco ran to the Slytherin table and swiftly grabbed a piece of toast from a shocked Lewis Harper's plate and shot out the door just as quickly.
It was now 8:58 am and Draco was running up the Grand staircase, which was easier said than done when the enchanted staircase kept moving every time he turned a corner.
Draco couldn't believe he had slept in. Not once in the seven years he had been at Hogwarts had he slept in.
He was also rather annoyed with the other boys for not waking him up. The truth was Crabbe and Goyle were too thick to realise the drapes were not open on his four-poster bed. As for Theodore Nott and Blaise Zabini, they lived by the schools motto, 'Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titillandus'. 'Never tickle a sleeping dragon'. Had they awoken him he would have probably been about as scary as a dragon. Sure, he was always first out of bed, but that didn't make him a morning person. That just meant the other four Slytherin boys were a lot lazier than he was.
It was now 9:04 am and he had finally reached the ladders to the first class of the day, Divination with Professor Trelawney.
He could never understand why she taught in the North Tower. It couldn't have been for the view as the windows were always covered by heavy cloth. Now he couldn't help but think the Dungeons would be the perfect place for her to teach. There were after all, no windows and the sickly smelling incense she would burn would mask the smell of the foul smelling potions that Professor Snape would brew.
Draco paused at the trapdoor. He could hear stifled laughing coming from the room. He smiled to himself thinking it was probably Potter being told the Grim was out to stick his head down a toilet. It had been out to steal his lucky underpants last time.
He lifted the trapdoor little by little and raised his head until his eyes were just above the level of the floor.
Professor Trelawney was sat in a winged armchair by the roaring fire. She was sleeping with a book resting in her lap, 'Making Your Dreams'.
Draco had heard of the book. It was supposed to make you able to create your own dreams. He wondered if she had tested the theory, and as she moaned in her sleep, he was almost sure she was in the middle of testing said idea at that precise moment.
He felt relieved that he could sneak past her. She would never even know he had been late for class.
He quickly climbed up the last few steps of the ladders and climbed into the classroom. He closed the trap door as quietly as he could. Only Lavender Brown glanced in his direction before turning to the rest of the laughing students and glaring at them with disgust. She had always been teachers pet when it came to the strange and mysterious professor.
It wasn't long before Draco realised what the students were laughing at. He followed their gazes to see Professor Trelawney's face contorting with strange expressions as she dreamt. Her glassed were hastily falling down her long nose.
"Wonder what she's dreaming about," Draco heard a boy snicker.
"Snape in his birthday suit!" laughed another boy.
Draco recognised the deep voices were that of Crabbe and Goyle. He rolled his eyes. It was just like them to come up with such a stupid accusation. Everyone knew he had a thing for Professor McGonagall.
Professor Trelawney was now mumbling in her sleep, as Draco tiptoed across the room. The other students had seen him now.
He was about to tiptoe in front of the professor. His fellow Slytherin's were sat holding their breaths. Goyle was literally turning a hideous shade of purple. The Gryffindor's in the room were doing the exact opposite. They were trying to be as loud as possible. After all, Slytherin points were at stake here.
Draco was almost past the teacher when she shouted in her sleep.
"No I refuse! You can't make me! I'll lose my job," she said with fear in her voice, "We mustn't!"
The class fell silent. Draco froze on the spot. That very same spot just happened to be positioned right in front of the snoozing professor, which made Draco very unlucky.
"They are mine! You can't have them! Give them back!" she cried, "Give me back my frilly knickers!"
The class burst into a bustle of noise awakening the professor. Students were pointing at her, tears rolling down their cheeks as they laughed hysterically.
Draco was still frozen to the spot, not for fear of being noticed, but simply because he was laughing so hard, he couldn't walk. He was pretty sure if he tried, he would pee himself.
Professor Trelawney quickly rose to her feet, her glasses falling to the floor. "I'm blind!" she screamed.
Lavender, the only student not laughing, ran to the aid of the panicking teacher. She crouched down next to Draco, picked up the professors glasses and placed them back on her head.
"Sit, my child, sit!" she beckoned to Lavender. She rearranged her shawl, before turning to Draco.
"You!" she shouted, pointing a shaking finger at him. The class fell silent. "Stay out of my dreams!"
Once again there was muffled laughs as students tried to suppress there amusement.
Even Draco couldn't help but snigger as he realised she had been dreaming about him. He always knew he was popular among the female students but he would never have guessed Professor Trelawney would have had intimate thoughts about him. It did wonders for his ego.
As Draco finally composed himself, Professor Trelawney's gaze followed him to his seat next to Theodore Nott. A blush rose to her cheeks as he sat down and winked at her. Alas, it did not stop the inevitable.
"Ten points from Slytherin for being late!" she said whilst blinking at him through her enormous lenses. The Gryffindor's sniggered as the Slytherin's sighed.
The lesson didn't get any better for Draco. It seemed like Professor Trelawney had grown tired of making predictions for Potter and had decided to move on to him instead.
The prediction would haunt him for the rest of the day and possibly the rest of his life if it came true.
She had walked up to him, her long beaded necklaces clinking around her scrawny neck, her face inches from his and had whispered to him in her most spooky voice.
"Tonight, when the fat lady has sung, a ferocious beast will declare its undying love for you!"