The Break-Up (Dramione)

The Break Up - part 2

As promised, the long, long, long, awaited part 6. Enjoy!

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Draco's POV

I wake up with a jolt. I can barely stifle my scream and let it die in my throat. I trash around a bit, and feel panic rise inside my chest like a blazing fire. I remind myself to take in my surroundings.

Pyjamas. Pillow. Linen. Bed. Door. More beds. Snoring. Moonlight. Windows. Blaise.

I look to my right and see Blaise lying in the bed next to mine. I instanly feel more calmer. I'm at Hogwarts. Not the manor.

My muscles relax and release a breath I didn't realise I was holding.

Those fucking nightmares.

They started in fifth year somewhere. When my father had to become so smitten with the Dark Lord. Of course the nightmares only increased in quantity and quality after that, or rather, intensity. Sixth year was not pretty, but if I thought I had it bad then, I didn't know what was coming for me after that.... Ever sinds the Final Battle, my nightmares were absolutely horrifying. Terribly realistic. Almost as if I was reliving everything in cristal clear detail, like I could touch and feel everything. It was terrifying. I couldn't remember the last night I got any decent sleep, even if I tried.

But then again, there is no rest for the damned.

Perhaps only in death.

I don't allow myself to fantasize too much about that and push my covers away. I tap my wand to check the alarm. 5.45.

I groan, no chance of getting anymore sleep. I can go get breakfast in 45 minutes, might as well get up now. A bath seems like a good idea. I get my stuff, bookbag included, and make my way to the Head's bathroom.

Once inside, I lock the door and flick my wand to let the taps fill the bathtub with hot water. I chose the pine scented soap and let the aroma fill the room. The scent of pine has always had a calming effect on me. It reminds me of my childhood.

The good one.

The part of my childhood where my parents where happy together, and I was carefree. We would often go to our second house, where there was a huge forest nearby. The woods consisted mainly of pine trees, and the smell was so strong, it infiltrated your nostrils, until you could hardly smell anything else. Those were the good days.

I wake myself from my reverie and test to check if the water is at a good temperature. I deem it tolerable, slip out of my clothes and slip into the tub. I rest my head on the edge of the tub and close my eyes. I allow myself to fully relax and nearly doze off.

After what feels like hours, but is in fact 35 minutes, I get out of the water to get dressed. With a flick of my wand I dry and clean everything. Bookbag in hand, I make my way downstairs, towards the Great Hall, for breakfast.

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The day progressed quite fast, uneventfully, to say the least. Before I can even blink it is time for dinner and I'm back in the Great Hall. I let my eyes room the hall and in the corner of my eye I see bloody Saint Potter and Granger walk towards their table. The Weaslette is also with them, I see, but no Weasel. They sit down and start to eat, talking enthousiastically about who-bloody-knows-what. Still no Weasel. I shrug.

Blaise, next to me, senses my movement and ask, "What's up mate? What are you looking at?"

I turn to my food and answer, "Not much. Just observed how the Golden trio is currently a duo."