Never Tickle A Sleeping Dragon

Draco Malfoy, the prince of Slytherin, heir to the Malfoy line, and general all around perfect pureblood awoke to the pleasant sensation of a girl fellating him or rather a girl attempting to fellate him as no girl alive could fit his 'massive' python down her gullet without being part python herself.

TN: snickers

Why, Draco still laughed about how he'd tricked the centaurs into enslaving themselves by making a bet with their leader on who was better endowed. Silly creatures, thinking a mere animal could beat a pureblood, and a Malfoy at that, in anything. He idly wondered if the females were still worshiping him as their new god of fertility.

The girl under the covers stopped what she was doing making Draco frown. Lifting up the covers he found that she'd choked herself unconscious. He couldn't resist a chuckle as he pried her off him. Ginny Weasley, his best mate Harry's girlfriend, tried this at least twice a week. He'd have to have one of his underlings sneak her back into Gryffindor tower so Harry wouldn't find out.

Rolling out of bed, looking perfect as always, he found Pansy acting like a proper pureblood girl was supposed to. Naked she knelt on the cold hard floor next to her fiance's bed waiting for him to wake up and need 'servicing'. Draco looked down at her and for just a moment she looked like she was ten, pale blond hair covering her shoulders and ice blue eyes pleading for help...

Blinking he shook his head. Pansy was dark haired and quite eager to do whatever he wanted, which he'd found strange for some reason he couldn't recall and she hadn't screamed or struggled, there was no blood or need of healing potions afterwards, so he didn't feel like he was floating, observing his body acting on its' own, as her struggles got weaker and weaker. Draco shook off those thoughts with a will, not quite sure where they came from and helped Pansy to her feet, kicking the pillow, he insisted she use if she was going to kneel there every morning, under his bed. She helped him get dressed before putting on a robe and heading back to her room to get ready herself.

Draco smiled as he saw his reflection, making sure his hair was perfect as always. Turning away he caught a glimpse of terrible burns marring the smooth skin of his neck and left cheek extending up into his bare scalp under a dirty brown fedora. Draco quickly turned back to the mirror but found nothing amiss, his complexion and hair perfect as always, as they should be.

He chuckled figuring it was Harry pulling a prank on him, like when he'd pretended to reject Malfoy when they first met in favor of a mudblood and a Weasley of all things. Man had they laughed over that little prank later. Really as if anyone would reject the favor of a Malfoy.

Draco climbed down the stairs into the Slytherin Common Room, the shadows swinging back and forth as a muggle bulb illuminated the room hanging down over a rusty metal catwalk. Draco spun around in shock, drawing everyone's attention, but the three little girls playing some game that required skipping and singing rhymes dealing with numbers. He laughed at his own jumpiness and headed for the great hall. He knew Harry was saving him a seat, as they talked most mornings so they could decide how the magical world should be run for the coming week.

Ah life was good, Harry had eliminated Voldemort, putting Draco in charge of the Purebloods, while Draco had killed Dumbledore, putting Harry in charge of everyone else. Between the two of them they ensured no more squibs were born...

Draco took a seat at the head table across from Harry, smiling at him and even nodding politely at the twitching and mumbling mudblood next to him. After all it wasn't her fault her parent's had stolen some other poor girl's magic for her. It'd taken hours of torture to make them admit it, but they'd finally caved and told him where the spell was hidden that they'd used to do it. They'd died quickly after that, refusing to say what the code was in the series of books that would allow the purebloods to develop a counter to it, but the Encyclopedia Britannica proved to be a tough nut to crack filled with obvious lies like muggles landing on the moon, where wizards had never even come close to reaching, between truthful articles like ones on corn yield in America.

It'd chilled every death eater to the bone but provided corroborating evidence when they'd found the books in every muggleborn's home.

"Five, six, grab your crucifix," Granger muttered drawing Draco's attention for a moment as he wiped the sweat from his face, wondering why it was so hot in the great hall.

"So, Draco, are you ready?" Harry asked in a raspy voice that sounded like he'd been gargling with rocks.

"Huh?" Draco said, blinking the sweat from his eyes.

"I asked if you were ready?" Harry repeated cheerfully.

"Ready for what?"

"For the bandage to come off," Harry said, pointing to a large bandage covering Draco's exposed brain.

"I suppose so," he admitted.

"Do you want me to yank it off all at once or to work it loose slowly?"

Draco frowned. "Slowly; if you yank, then it may mess up my hair."

"If you say so," Harry agreed reasonably, as he reached up and unravelled a corner of it that had already been coming undone.

Draco looked at his twin sister as the candle sputtered and went out when she touched it, while Draco's had flared brightly in his hand.

"A squib?" Malfoy sr. had sneered.

Harry shook Draco's shoulder. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, just a bit of an upset stomach," Draco responded nervously.

"Better see the nurse then," Harry suggested.

"Yeah, I think I will, thanks," Draco replied climbing to his feet.

"Three, four, better lock your door," Granger sang scratchily by way of goodbye.

Draco nodded. "I'll remember that," he promised.

Taking a shortcut his father had told him about by hissing Slytherin at a wall and stepping through it, he came out, not in an upper hall like he expected but in a dreary place filled with hanging chains and smelling of rust and blood.

Draco blinked and looked around.

Typing by: Stephenopolos

TN: this reads more like a nightmare/delusion drought brewed by the twins and slipped to Draco.

AN: A continuation of my Nightmare on Elm Street idea, but man does it go to some dark places.