You Make Me Complete. You Make Me Completely Miserable.

it really is all about me

Draco Malfoy awoke light headed. His latest memories vague and mysterious. Nothing was clear, not even his thoughts, those seemed the foggiest of all. Looking down he found himself in a hospital gown, but not in the hospital wing. He was in a very blank room, large yet incredibly empty. A bed lay to one of the walls, a bed in which he currently sat.
A knock came from a door at the opposite end of the room. A older man appeared, his beard stretched down to his knees. He had gray eyes that peered threw there half moon glasses, in his wrinkled warn hands was a suit case. " Hello draco." The old man said warmly.
" Hello Headmaster. " Draco said as he okwardly shifted on his bed. Obviously uncomfortable and confused.
" do not be alarmed all will make sense shortly." The headmaster said as he pulled out his wand and summoned a chair in which he could sit. He placed the chair next to Draco's bed, and sat the suitcase next to it.
"Proffeser Dumbledoor why do you have my trunk." Draco asked as he picked up the leather suitcase. The headmaster chuckled.
" because u no longer need your belongings in your dorm room, for you will not be staying there any longer. I assume pyra showed you Seamus room. This is your room, And this is where you will be spending your summer holiday."
Draco took in this information carefully.
" but to have a room like Seamus that would mean I would have to be part of the lupin house. Sir I have no special ability, and am certainly not a half breed of any kind. I am actually very prideful about my bloodline."
" Smart boy." Dumbledoor smiled. " but, on the contrary you are in the lupin house. Those black outs you've been having. They've been happening for a reason."
Draco took a moment to think.
" I am the werewolf aren't I!" Draco was suddenly furious. " I am the werewolf! You rotten man why would you hide that from me!"
" I only found out yesterday my boy. Now feel free to enchant your room any way you like. A chandelier would go nice with this ceiling. Pyra and Seamus won't be home for some time, but I'll tell you about that later. You obviously are to upset to handle any new information. " Dumbledoor got up with a groan, and left draco alone. Draco was once again alone and fuming. Such deep thoughts of hatred ran through his mind. Then all of a sudden the thought of Hermione ran threw his head, his drawing, was it still on the table? He got up and moved threw the hallways. His room was fairly close to Seamus. When he arrived in the front room, he found His drawing right where he left it. He took it back to his room taking in deep breaths, he felt suddenly calm as if everything was going to be fine. He was not worrying how altered his life would be, what his parents would think. Right now all he cared about was hanging up his drawing. It made no sense. But then again nothing in Draco's life ever did. He took his wand out and the first thing he did was make 4 windows, one on each wall. Then he took the corners of the walls and made gleaming marble columns, the ceiling became marble as well. Like Dumbledoor suggested he added a crystal chandelier to the center of the room. All this done with the power of his wand. The malfoys were used to a certain life style, and even though life with his parents wasn't the greatest, draco still was comforted by the similarity's to his home.
He turned to his bed. Bleak, small, and musty. This could never do for a boy of his stature, of his safistacation. He bit his lip in thought and with a flick of his wand the musty bed folded over and flipped into a giant king sized bed with brand new silk sheets. He opened his leather trunk and summoned a closet for his robes to hang in.
Finally he looked at his masterpiece, his drawing he Had worked so hard on.
" a work of art like this deserves a frame." Draco boasted loudly, to no one but himself. He soon mustered up a frame and neatly tucked his masterpiece inside. It was hung so that it would be the last thing he would see at night and the first face he would see in the morning. In exhaustion he collapsed on his bed.
That's when it really began to hit him.
The thoughts the terrible thoughts ran through his head once more. He saw his parents disown him. He watched his life fall apart. He saw himself hurting everyone he's ever loved. He saw himself kill Hermione. No longer could he tell the difference between these visions and reality. There he lay on his bed rocking back and forth hugging his knees. Tears streaked down his face, leaving it moist and clammy. The blonde hair was strewn about this way and that.
" why has he left me here. To torment myself? Then again I rather it be no one see me like this, in this raw state. But, I can't help but want someone to console me. Oh deer lord make it stop, let my mind rest. " draco spoke allowed in his empty room.
" Make it stop! MAKE IT STOP!" He screamed. The sound reverberated across the room, no one else would ever hear him.  The tears streamed faster now, he winned into the soft tissue of his arms. He was like this for hours, untill he looked over to the bedside table. An idea soon hatched in his weary brain.
Near by a glass bowl, he smiled the thumping in his mind would end soon. He took the wand to the side of his head, and squeezed his pale eyes shut. Slowly he moved his wand farther and farther from his cranium. A thick silver string followed his wand, as he flicked it into the glass bowl. It was no proper way to store memories, but draco couldn't care less.
A smiled crossed his lips as he collapsed onto his new bed.
He had overdrawn, he would have no dreams, but that also meant no nightmare's.