Acceptance
Chapter 12
Slytherin in for the KILL
"Draco Malfoy, you get your puny ass over here right now!"
"No! Draco belong to Harry!"
"You're a freaking Slytherin goddammit!"
"Draco live with Griff-dors!"
"See, that's why you're turning into one. You're coming with us now."
"NO!"
"NO!" I woke up, drenched in sweat. I looked around; darkness, silence, and Draco was still asleep next to me. Damn, I was dreaming again… Actually I wouldn't call it a dream, I'd rather call it a nightmare. I've been having dreams for the past few nights about the Slytherins coming to re-claim their Slytherin prince. But it was just a dream, nothing to worry about right? In fact, the Slytherins haven't been giving us any trouble at all for a long time. TOO long… Then again, they could have been plotting something this whole time. Were they going to take him away from me? Or was it just me being paranoid? Screw this, Draco wouldn't leave with the Slytherins. He doesn't like them. Or does he…? Would he stay with me if he was given the choice…?
Then there was the shuffling of blankets as Draco subconsciously snuggled closer to me. I glanced down at the adorable boy and smiled, running my fingers across his forehead. Of course… Of course he'd stay with me…
"Harry Potter!"
"What?"
"Detention."
Okay, that's my third detention this week. Apparently I had been falling asleep in class due to lack of sleep. My friends seemed to have noticed the dark circles around my eyes but said nothing about it. But I just couldn't help thinking about the dream. It was the same dream every single time; Slytherins…I believe they were mainly Blaise, Crabbe and Goyle…forcing Draco to go back to live with them in their common room. The furthest I ever managed to reach in the dream was the part where Draco got grabbed roughly by Blaise and thrown into a room where sounds of screaming and pain and torture were heard. Every time I woke up from the dream, I wouldn't be able to go back to sleep again. Even the sight of my cute little Draco laying by my side wouldn't lull me back to sleep. In fact, the more I looked at him, the more I feared that the dream would come true. My worst fear for the past few months was Draco being taken away from me. I didn't intend to let that fear come true… Never…
"Harry, Hermione and I noticed you acting weirdly these days. Mind giving us a little heads up?" Ron asked worriedly as we walked towards transfigurations class. I sighed, preferring not to talk about the dream. God, it was such a horrible nightmare. Each time the thought even crossed my mind, I'd feel like crap for the rest of the day. Then again, talking to my friends about it might do me some good. At least I hoped so.
"…And then I'd wake up and I just can't seem to fall back to sleep again."
"Well!"
"Well what? You think these dreams might come true or something?"
"Err no. I meant 'well, that explains your goddamn panda eyes'."
"Thanks, Ron. That made me feel LOADS better."
"What do you expect me to say? Listen, just quit worrying about it, mate. It's a freaking dream. And most dreams STAY dreams. Draco's perfectly safe in the common room right now. Who's taking care of him today by the way?"
"Sadly it's Neville again, because he says he's sick or something and doesn't want to attend any classes today. So I appointed him to take care of Draco. Besides, I bet Draco's sick of following me around every day."
"If you say so…So…about this dream of yours-"
"Ugh, class is starting. Talk to you about it later."
~~~MEANWHILE~~~
Draco was cooped up in the Gryffindor common room, with barely anything to do. Neville wasn't exactly what anyone would call 'the most entertaining person on earth', especially when he was feeling under the weather. Usually he'd be walking around and behaving like an idiot. Now he was just walking around and behaving like a sick idiot. Barely any difference there. However, one good thing about being taken care of by Neville was that he would let Draco eat as much as he wanted, probably because he was such a pig himself. All his other care takers would never let him. Time to make use of this golden opportunity…again…
Draco approached Neville and gave a few light tugs at his trousers, "Neville?"
Upon hearing the small voice, Neville bent down reluctantly, "What is it, little guy?"
"Draco hungry…"
"Didn't you eat like…an hour ago?"
"Draco still hungry…"
"You know, Harry's going to kill me if he finds out I let you pig out so many times. This is the err…what…fourth time you asked me to let you eat something? No more, man."
"But…Draco's tummy made noises…"
"Well duh, that's probably cause you had too much food and your tummy's telling you to stop. Come on, you don't wanna get as fat as me now do you?"
"~"
"I'll go get you some cookies..."
"YAY!"
~~~MEANWHILE~~~
I had finished telling Ron every detail about the dream, and Hermione eavesdropped on us and heard about it too. I was getting confused. While Ron told me there was nothing to worry about and that I was being a total dickhead, Hermione began prattling on about dreams being some sort of foreshadowing. Sure I trusted Ron, but as much as I wanted to believe in him more, none of us could deny that Hermione was indeed the smart one. If anyone had a high chance of hitting the nail in the head, it was definitely her. Honestly, I'd rather not believe that Draco was really going to get snatched away from me, but…what were the chances of Hermione being wrong? Besides, there must have been a reason for me to keep experiencing those reoccurring nightmares, which means…Damn, I can't just take a leisurely stroll here, I've got to get back to Draco! Who knows what would happen if I left him alone like that?
I suddenly took off at top speed, with Ron and Hermione confused but following closely behind.
Unknown to me, someone had already gotten nearer to Draco than I was. Someone had somehow gotten into the Gryffindor common room. Someone had found a way past the 'all powerful' Neville Longbottom, the only one there to guard Draco. Someone had located my room. Someone had smirked with pleasure as he turned the doorknob. Someone…was 'slytherin' in for the kill…