The Dark Prince

Chapter Eleven

I fell into the most peaceful, calm sleep I'd had in ages that night. I dreamt of Draco's soft lips grazing my cheek, his arms reaching around to pull me into a tender embrace. But suddenly he changed, and in his place appeared Harry, smiling at me warmly. The rest of my slumber was fitful, and I dreamt I was trapped int he stem of a large, golden cup - a trophy - and Draco was dueling Harry. In the crowd I could see my parents, wrapped in chains and unable to come and release me from my own prison, and above the stadium loomed the Dark Lord. Poised to attack, he aimed his wand at me and shouted the killing curse, sending me into darkness. Then I woke up.

"Demario! What the hell is wrong with you? Seriously, you've been screaming and shouting for help for the past two hours. We all just want some sleep."

I groggily rubbed my eyes and blinked, suddenly noticing the mass of exhausted-looking girls standing in a group behind Pansy Parkinson. Looking to my alarm clock, I realized it was 6:45 and I had fifteen minutes to get ready to meet Harry for our first training session.

"I'm sorry ladies, I guess I was having a bit of a nightmare. Ehm, if you could excuse me I actually have to be somewhere so ..." I waved them away and quickly got up, making my bed and getting dressed in a rush. Remembering what Malfoy'd said about getting close to Harry, I touched up my waves with the curling iron and put on an extra spritz of my vanilla-scented perfume.

"There'sno need to impress Malfoy you know, him and I are meant for eachother", Pansy hissed from her bed across the room.

"Oh I bet you two will have Romeo and Juliet's destiny" I replied, knowing that unless she'd actually read their story, she wouldn't know that Romeo and Juliet actually die in the end. Teehee.

"I don't need your immature sarcasm, Demario. Whoa re you getting dressed up for anyways? Your imaginary boyfriend?", she spat.

"This is hardly getting 'dressed up' Pansy. If I wanted to cake myself up like a real prat I'd try to achieve more of your look" I chirped back, smiling. Oh how I loathed her.

"Hmph." Was her final response, as she turned herself over and went back to sleep. I wished she would get her period while swimming with sharks - but not really, because that would be horrible and she might die, right?

I arrived at the Room of Requirement to find Harry leaning against the wall looking deep in thought. Though, the second I approached him to say hello he looked up and broke into a wide grin.

"Good morning beautiful."

"You musn't tell lies Harry, its not a healthy habit", I teased.

"But I'm simply stating a fact, that coudn't possibly be a lie now", he responded, blushing as I took his hand in mine.

I shook my head, then focused my eyes on the wall before me.

I need a secret place for Harry to train me.

I need a secret place for Harry to train me.

I need a secret place for Harry to train me.

And all of a sudden, a wooden door began to emerge before me. Letting go of Harry's hand, I twisted the doorknob and stepped inside, my jaw dropping at the amazing place that had been conjured up within the confines of the room.

"Ohmygosh, Harry this is awesome!" I exclaimed, plopping down into a luxurious leather couch. Surrounded by the couch, a loveseat, and chaise lounge was a marble fireplace, the flames roaring within. Above hung a massive chandelier, its numerous crystals glinting from the warm fire light. I stood up and walked over to an empty space in the room where Harry had walked over to, and faced him.