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| SIXTY THREE |

Chapter 63: Plagued Dreams 

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Detention had carried on for the past three nights due to insufficient effort placed into cleaning the corridors.

Olivia had protested many of times to not only both Flich and Professor Snape but also to Dumbledore claiming her lack of sleep would lead to something. Dumbledore however was in no position to relieve her from the punishment for her actions, justified or not.

The mindless threat of something happening she had thought of on the spot had come to jinx her however as he sat in Defence Against the Dark Arts with her head in her arms and her eyes shut. Over the past four days she'd had just under ten hours sleep that had been from short naps taken whenever and wherever she could.

In the lesson however she found it a struggle to sleep, her mind still wound up over what had happened between her and Draco last night.

"Are you just going to stand there or are you going to do something?" Olivia snapped finally after five minutes of watching Draco lean against the wall with his hands in his pockets.

Draco narrowed his eyes at the girl, "Your cleaning is the reason I'm still here. So no, I wasn't intending on it."

"My clearing? I used my bloody wand!"

"And you probably shouldn't of! He's not stupid Olivia."

She scoffed bitterly, "I beg to differ Draco."

"Of course you would. You always do."

Olivia rolled her eyes and threw the mop back into the bucket, "What is your problem Draco? Your acting like a child." She snapped harshly, sick of his attitude.

Draco stood calmly in the exact same place as before, he shrugged his shoulders, "I'm not the one with the problem here."

"I'm going to strangle you with this mop."

The boy let out an amused chuckle and finally stepped away from the wall, "When will you learn that your threats are meaningless love." He mused.

Olivia's nostrils flared in anger as she squeezed the wood tightly in her hands. She was desperate to shut the stupid bugger up and the only way she could think to do it was violently. It had seemed anything she had thought to do lately involved some form of violence one way or another. It was starting to scare her that she was allowing herself to think that way.

"Meaningless? Seriously?" Draco only nodded his head, "Well how about this. I swear to Salazar if you don't pick something up and help me I will shove this mop so far up your arse there's a fat chance Crabbe and Goyle will fall right out of your mouth."

Draco pulled a face while Olivia looked deadly serious, "That's. .uh, wow."

She went back to mopping the floor silently. Draco spoke up again causing her to groan, "You're still mad."

"Yes because yet again your doing nothing."

"You and I both know that's not what we're talking about."

She snapped around to face him and dropped her mop harshly to the ground, "You know what Draco, yes I am still mad. I don't want to talk about it because I'm trying to avoid you, I've got nothing to say to you anymore. I tried to help you but you threw it back in my face you inconsiderate twat."

"You've got plenty things to say to me." He disagreed.

She took a step closer to the boy, "Maybe I do but I'm trying my hardest to hold my tongue because chances are I'll say or do something I regret."