Somnium Quod Vos Meum

Chapter Three

Draco POV-

 He was waiting for a certain raven-haired boy to turn up, and was getting impatient by each second that passed by. Every time someone would enter the Hall, his head would snap around towards the door with anticipation only to be dissappointed. He nearly gave up when he saw him. Saint Potter. Man of his dreams. His heart leapt when he entered the room.

 Though his eyebrows furrowed the second he took a good look at the handsome boy. His hair was messier than usual, his skin was pale, and he had great bags under his eyes. Draco hadn't missed the fact that he'd lost alot of wait over the past few days. Something wasn't right and Draco had to figure out what it was or who it was.

 He made a mental oath to promise and kill whoever did this to the love of his life. Ofcourse the death would've be easy. Perhaps the normal Crucio or many the muggle way with the knives and thumbscrewers. He inwardly smirked at his soft little thoughts.  He gazed longingly at Harry, although the latter had already taken his seat. A twinge of jealousy hit him as he saw Weasel hugging Harry.

 As though the said boy had felt Draco's stong piercing gaze, he whipped his head around and met Draco's eyes. Draco jumped and looked down in surprise, his cheeks burning up as he blushed furiously. Pansy nudged his shoulder with a knowing smirk forming on her face. She laughed and put her hand around Draco in a friendly and reassuring manner.

 "You'll get him. I'll help you with it!" She said making Draco go even more red if that was possible. "Shut up, you Granger-loving brat!" It was her turn to turn bright red and sneer. "NOT!" Draco smirked and got up. Yes, he was gay, only told Pansy though. But according to what she said, and I quote, "Gayness literally rainbows out of your arse crack you little shit." He sighed and headed to his first class of the day. Potions. Unfortunately or fortunately, with the Griffindorks.