Nightmare | Drarry | English

Chapter 10

Even when Draco was ready, he had found something to occupy himself while Harry got ready. In the past he would have left, but this time he chose to stay with him, not questioning why. Of course, this was unspoken by either of them. They didn't talk about the fact that they had slept together last night. In fact, they didn't talk at all. When Harry was ready, they left the room together. As they entered the common room side by side, the faces of their friends waiting for them in separate places were worth seeing, and it amused them both inside. After that, they could not get together for the rest of the day. At breakfast they sat at separate tables as usual. Then it was elective classes. Draco had Advanced Arithmancy Studies, as did Hermione. Harry and Ron had free time, so they decided to go to the Quidditch pitch.

Five minutes into Draco's class, the door opened and McGonagall appeared. When Draco reflexively looked at the door and locked eyes with her, he knew he was in trouble.

"Professor," McGonagall said, making her presence known. "Sorry to interrupt. Can I have Malfoy?"

"Of course," Professor Vector said with a smile. Draco had no chance to escape. He put his book in his bag, stood up quietly and headed for the door. What if Madam Pomfrey hadn't mentioned it? It was fine.

They made their way to the headmistress's office in silence, McGonagall in the lead and Draco behind her. Draco wanted to talk, but he didn't want to get into any more trouble. He decided it would be best to follow in silence. When they finally entered, McGonagall sat at her desk and gestured for Draco to sit down. Draco sat in the chair without a word, his eyes wandering over the paintings. Snape and Dumbledore were nowhere to be seen. He couldn't decide if that was a good or bad thing. It would have been nice if they had provided a little distraction and Draco had slipped away like before.

"Malfoy," McGonagall finally interjected. "You must stop entering Potter's dreams."

Draco stared at the professor with a look of shock on his face. He certainly hadn't expected to hear this. He was prepared to be chastised for running away from the hospital wing, but definitely not this.

"Professor - I - how did you know?"

McGonagall smiled slightly. "I didn't. I know now."

Draco felt himself getting angry inside as he realised that he had given himself away. How could he have been so stupid and given himself away so easily? "How did you guess?" he asked.

"It's been on my mind since you asked me about the dreams," she replied. "I also have access to your library records. I know what books you have borrowed. I didn't think it was for Potter, but I became suspicious when I heard about your efforts to return to the room from the hospital wing that night. Now I want you to tell me exactly what happened. Does Potter know?"

"No," he said immediately. "He doesn't know."

"All right, from the beginning."

"You want me to stop going into his dreams," Draco said. "Why?"

"I told you it was dangerous."

Draco took a deep breath. He knew he had no choice. He certainly didn't want to face the scary side of Professor McGonagall. "Okay," he said desperately.

"Good," McGonagall said, pushing a plate across the table towards Draco. "Have a biscuit, Malfoy, and then start talking."

Draco looked blankly at the plate of biscuits and shook his head. "He's been having nightmares," he said. "I tried to wake him. When I touched his hand, I felt myself drawn into his dream. I started to see what he was seeing through his eyes, to feel what he was feeling. I couldn't go back into the room. I didn't want to, Professor, I didn't even realise what was happening. Then I asked you, and I started researching the books. The books say there's a connection between us, which I think is rubbish, but I can get into his dreams. I can change them. I can talk to him."