Nightmares (HP) (Drarry)

two: detention

Harry fucked around and fell asleep.

A wonderful play on the saying "fuck around and find out," really. Because Harry fucked around, fell asleep, AND found out! The entire package.

It was Defense Against the Dark Arts class and Harry had not been the least bit enthusiastic. Dolores Umbridge would be teaching.

Bad vibes, bad vibes.

He entered the room very tired. He had gotten maybe ten minutes of sleep before being awesome screaming. He was utterly exhausted. He tried, really tried to pay attention as the toad-woman drawled on and on. But sleep tugged at him...and it's not like she had anything useful to say, anyway. He let his eyes flutter close as unconsciousness overcome him.

His largest mistake, it seems.

He was immediately swept into a nightmare.

Harry stood in a large empty field. He didn't know where he was. He felt safe in the field, though. He felt someone grab his hand, which only made him feel more calm, and he looked up at the owner.

"Mr. Potter!"

Malfoy? Why did he feel so calm in his rival's presence? Draco just smiled at him. Suddenly, the hand he was holding became cold and an immediate sense of danger washed over him.

"Mr. Potter wake up this instance!"

He looked down at what used to be Malfoy's hand and saw Voldemort's cold, pale hand in his instead. Vile rose to his throat. He tried to let go, but it wouldn't budge. He looked at what used to be Malfoy's face and found himself staring face to face with the Dark Lord himself.

"He looks sick, Professor-"

Voldemort allowed Harry to free himself from his grasp. He smiled a huge, disgusting grin, then apperated from the field.

Harry's eyes snapped open. He blinked, trying to compose himself. He was shaking, disoriented. Why wasn't he in the field? Oh, he realized, a nightmare.

He also realized that he was getting a death glare from Umbridge. "Sleeping in my class, Mr. Potter?!? Just because you're a celebrity doesn't mean you get special treatment." Her voice was shrill and ear piercing. It certainly woke Harry up. People around the room were snickering at him, he realized. "Detention! My office! After Supper!" The snickers only grew.

Harry opened his mouth to defend himself, but no words came out. He felt extremely nauseous. And a moment later he found himself emptying the contents of his stomach onto the classroom floor.

Umbridge tutted at him. Most of the people stopped laughing. Draco Malfoy was one of the only ones to persist. In fact, he laughed almost hysterically as Harry vomited. Umbridge snapped her attention to Malfoy. "Since you think this so funny, Mr Malfoy, will you please escort Potter to the Hospital Wing?"

Draco stopped laughing. He raised a platinum blonde eyebrow, as if to ask "what?" Harry was a great deal confused, too. From what he had heard, Umbridge had mainly been targeting Light wizards and muggleborns. Draco was neither. "Umbridge-"

Umbridge glared at him. "I do not tolerate disrespect. You will address me as Professor Umbridge. Detention after supper, Mr. Malfoy. Now escort Potter to Madame Pompfrey."

Draco seemed just as in shock as Harry as the two of them trudged down the hallway to the infirmary.