Ch-ch-ch-apteer f-f-five!
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Draco's POV
"What are you doing? What's wrong?"
"Pansy... why, Pansy, why?"
"What are you talking about? Are you okay?"
"How could you do this to me? Leave me alone for that bastard Nott?"
"Stop it, you're drunk!"
I could picture a series of violent movements but everything was so blurry. What was happening here?
"STOP!"
"Pansy... I love you, I love you - take me back, Pansy..."
"STOP IT!"
"No, please, Pansy!"
"GO AWAY, LEAVE ME ALO - "
"You're being rather difficult..."
"LEAVE ME ALONE."
I awoke with a jolt. What was going on? That same dream, again? This was becoming more and more ridiculous. I thought they were done, and that the end of my dream was seeing Granger at the door. But really, how could that possibly just be the end?
Beads of sweat were running down the side of my head and I wiped them away quickly. I turned on my lamp and looked around my room. Everything seemed normal, everything seemed fine. But something terrible was bothering me, and I had no idea what it could possibly be.
The last words I said in that dream were eerily familiar. It sent unwanted shivers down my spine, arms and legs. I was shaking. It was as if the dreams were trying to tell me something very important... something I couldn't miss... I shook the thought away.
Granger said to me that night when we were having a late night snack, that her standing in front of the door was the dream telling me to stay away from her, oddly enough. That the reason I was so stressed was because of her and it wasn't good for me. When I heard it, it sounded more like a lame lie then a reasonable excuse.
My watch said it was 5:46 in the morning. Rather early. I turned my lamp off and delved myself deep inside my blanket, as if to prevent the dreams from coming back. Soon, I was drifting back to sleep.
And the ugly nightmare visited me once more.
ABOUT TWO HOURS LATER...
"You look really tired, mate."
"Yeah, I know Blaise... lots of stuff have been bothering me, that's all."
"What's up, then?" he asked me, trying for a little bit of consoling. I ignored it.
Granger had been on my mind a lot as much as the dreams were lately. I was very worried about her. She'd been hiding her pregnancy for a week now, and soon she would start showing. I would see her during break and class laughing it off with her friends and acting normally, but when she was alone, or thought she was alone at least, she was crying her poor little eyes out. The secret was becoming a terrible burden to her, and I could see it.
"So," Blaise said, trying for a change of topic, "hear about that new doctoring class? It's like a bonus for the N.E.W.T. kids that want to take on the medical field, I heard."
"Yeah," I said, my interest peeking just a little. Very little. "Not many people are taking it. So far I only know that Granger's taking it."
