Rhapsody of a Veela

Part 8 - Sleepwalk adventures with Draco

The following days were noticeably lonely, as there were hardly any students left at Hogwarts over the Holidays. Gryffindor tower was entirely empty, except for yourself and you spent most of the time up there too. Only going to the Great Hall during dinner time. The things that Professor Dumbledore had told you in his office were still echoing in your brain, although you could hardly make any sense of it. Who would ever want to use you for you Veela magic, when you hardly understood how to use them yourself? As far as you could recall from your dreadful history of magic lessons with Professor Binn's, the biggest threat to the Wizarding world had already been defeated by no one less than your classmate Harry Potter. So what or who was it Dumbledore had hinted to?

None of it made any sense to you, and as you found yourself in your daily private lessons with Professor Snape, your bitter guardian who was trying to teach you how to wield your powers, even though he himself was as far from a Veela as one could possibly be, you humoured yourself. The teacher you needed to understand yourself, you had realised, needed to be part Veela too. So then what was the point of all of this, despite Professor Snape's accidental attempts at driving you mad?

Your sleep quality was completely crumbling during that week, where you desperately tried to keep your eyes shut all night, at the highest floor of Gryffindor tower. While unable to sleep you found yourself instead daydreaming of Fred, who was far away from you at his home. The Burrow. Wondering if his nights were just as restless as yours.

On the night which were gladly the last one before the rest of the students would return, you were caught in vivid nightmares. Perhaps that was why you crawled out of bed that night, without being conscious at all. You were not aware that all the while you were battling the past horrors you had experienced so far in life, you were hovering down the circular stairs from the girls dormitory down into the common room. Then out of the portrait hole, were the Fat Lady in the painting were shook awake from her drunken sleep just as you pushed her portrait past you,

"Execuse me young lady, where on earth do you think you are going at this hour?" she yelled from behind you as you already made yourself down the moving stairs without hearing a single thing.

"How rude."

You were just floating through the halls of the castle, just like any other ghost that swarmed the halls out of boredom at nights. Still lost faraway in your bad dreams.

Eventually you slid by something that was neither a ghost or a sleeping portrait, but a student who had snuck out this late by his own accord and awareness. As you floated through the air past him, with the fabric of your white nightgown moving in the air as if you were underwater, there was a moment he might have mistaken you for a ghost too. That was, until the pale Slytherin boy recognized you. Before you floated away, he quickly grabbed you by the wrist, pulling you down towards the ground.

"Y/ln?" he asked, lightly trying to shake you awake while keeping you from drifting off into the air. "Wait.. are you sleepwalking? Sleep..Floating?" Draco Malfoy was perplexed, an unusual experience for himself. So he did the only thing he could think off, after having briefly considered to let you float away. It was not his problem Afterall. You weren't friends, you weren't even in the same house. Yet instead of going the easy route, he dragged you along, down the dark hallways towards Professor Snape's office.

It was a struggle, as if you in your unconscious sleep were dead set on going in the opposite direction to god knows where, yet he held onto your wrist greatly determined, dragging you in the air behind him like a human shaped kite.

Eventually he reached the door to Professor Snape's office, knocked twice and waited impatiently for an answer which never came. So, he stood there for a while, waiting with you floating in the air behind. It must've surely looked rather silly.