Draco surprisingly stayed with Blaise the entire time he ate, really silently though. He looked like he was in deep thought, because he was. Why did Pansy want to move into the muggle world? Why was she so mad at him? She knew herself well enough to know that she would kiss arse to survive, a lot of people would- it wasn't uncommon. Why was she running away from Hogwarts? She was the daughter of the former minister for magic, she could easily become a Auror with her grades as well. She'd be much better in Hogwarts, so why? Why did she have to treat him like that? Did he do something wrong?

"Hey, I'm done. Let's go?" "Yeah, let's go. I'm bloody tired and ready for this day to end." "Aye-he-hey! Draco's back." "Just walk, Blaise." Draco rolled his eyes as Blaise chuckled.

He couldn't wait to break the news to Goyle and Zabini about Pansy. It was a must. He didn't know whether they'd be okay about it for be furious or maybe even be on her side, all he knew was that they had a right to know and he had a right to tell, because he was upset. And people talk about things when they're upset, right? Draco never really had close friends to talk about his feelings, it just wasn't his thing.

"We need to talk, Blaise, Greg." "About what exactly?" "Pansy." Draco gulped.

It went better than Draco thought, there was barely any interruptions at all, no jokes etc. They all had their eyebrows furrowed, looking insanely mad. Draco couldn't decipher what they were thinking, but he had a great feeling in his stomach.

"Pansy, that crazy bitch. What the fuck is she doing?" Blaise growled, his eyes glinted with menace.

"I mean, with what she's done, I doubt that she would be able to become an Auror." Greg shrugged, after hearing Draco's reasoning of trying to convince her to stay. "Besides, why would you want her to stay after all that shit she put you through today?"

"Because she's never like that. She's my friend, Gregory, I never thought I'd said this... but I genuinely care." Draco sighed, maybe it was for the better anyways. She's been like this for the past few weeks, just not as extreme as today. Besides, the last few paranoid weeks, she's been acting like the war is a taboo of some sort but today, she easily called Draco a Death Eater. Pansy is a nice girl generally towards him, she always showed her care. It was odd for her to lash out like that, usually it was just teasing and jokes like Blaise does.

"Someone's emotional. Listen, I know how crazy Pansy's been acting and it turns out that her mother's been planning to ship her to the muggle world for some time now since she's gone batshit crazy. Apparently, she has PTSD even though she ran away during the war and kissed up to the Dark Lord's arse hole, might as well as gave him a rim job while she's at it, am I right?" Blaise scoffed, turning to Greg who wasn't too amused. Draco nodded weaklyas he place his scorching hands on his colder forehead.

"Yeah, I am being emotional. I went to grab a Calming Draught before dinne for Pansy but Pansy somehow sneaked firewhiskey into it, and made me drink it all in one gulp. I think she charmed the potion." Draco growled, he held his alcohol very well but a small side effect is he is more blunt than he usually seemed despite still being completely collected.

"Pfft, you're drunk?" "I want to be now." Draco sighed. "This is too much energy spent for today, good night." Draco grumbled, dragging himself into the bedroom where he changed into a pair of loose silk pajamas that he conjured a few days back when they were practising conjuring textiles, it was convinient since he was getting sick of his cotton ones. He also knew how to conjure ropes now which would be a good prank.... if he could afford not going into Azkaban. Sighing as he brushes his teeth, even his hair was dishevelled. Today could've been much better if Pansy was just joking around like always, picking fights with Gryffindors and all.

Gently running his wet hands through his hair in a quick attempt to tame his hair, it actually worked... kind of, good enough anyways. Using a charm, he dries his hair. He throws himself onto the bed, sighing loudly as he does. Once on the bed, he gently tucks his wand under the pillow, Merlin knows what will happen in the night. It's just a precaution.

And before he knew it, he had already dozed off.

Standing, in an empty white room, this was probably better than being conscious in pitch darkness. He tries to stand but his legs just wobbled and he tumbled back down. Turning around, all of a sudden, Pansy with blacked out eyes stood there in front of him. Draco gulped, a wave on uneasiness settled under his skin as he reached out to her.

"P-Pansy?" He croaked.

"You're a Death Eater!" Pansy shrieked in a distorted voice. Her eyebrows furrowed and her neck popping, her face reddened and her eyes were pitch black.

"Pansy?" He whispered, creeping closer to the girl as he reached out towards her.

"Don't fucking touch me,." She continued to shout at Draco, swatting his hand away. She was getting further and further.... and not before long, she had disappeared. Draco sat in a middle of a white space, not knowing where he is or how he got here but all he knew was he was alone. Confused, he could finally stand up. Wandering around, it seemed endless, there were no shadows besides his, there was nothing.

"Draco, come here." His father's voice echoed out of the blue. Turning around reluctantly, his eyes widened at his father's pale face, his dishevelled silver hair, his hollowed cheeks. He looked terrible. Draco wanted to scream no, but he couldn't- he didn't have a voice, no matter how hard he wanted to shout. So he did the only thing he could do - he ran the opposite direction of where his father was. He had no wand, no one to save him from this nightmare.

"Death Eater!" "Backstabbing cunt!" "DRACO MALFOY, COME HERE!" They shouted after him. Tears, hot like acid ran down his cheek freely, his cheeks tinted red, starkly contrasting against his pale white skin but he kept running before he ran into somebody. Getting up; there was somebody there. In a pale blue robe with a long beard and rounded glasses- Dumbledore? He laid motionless, not moving. Crawling away from the corpse, Draco couldn't elucidate what was happening. Grabbing his hair, he wanted this to end, it hurt. It hurt so much. His left arm throbbed, the Death Mark was glowing.

"Welcome." The haunting voice says.

"No!" Draco's voice cracked. His snot running and his eyebrows furrowed, his veins popped and his cheeks wet. His tears felt like poison against his delicate skin. Draco angrily swatted away Voldemort's hands as he came closer, only to have him disappear into thin air. But the thing was, Dumbledore's corpse was still there.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry." He sobbed, curling up into a ball and crying. Holding his head, he was alone. He will never be accepted again, not like he was before but now he was truly alone. Before he reacted, he felt as if he was being enveloped in warmth. And he was - in a warm embrace. Looking up, he could only see a shoulder and chestnut tufts of loosely curled hair. The person was hugging him in a comforting tightness, not suffocating but not half-hearted.

"It's okay." The voice said in a kind voice, it was a very familiar voice. Shockingly calm for a voice in this dream in fact... it sounded just like someone Draco knew. Potter...? What the fuck- why was he here?

"Potter?" "Draco, it's okay." "Potter, get off me." He said in a firm voice, though not struggling. It was a comforting embrace, he really didn't want to move. He missed his mother, he sort of missed his father, he understood this is the punishment and treatment he deserves for joining the Dark Lord in Sixth Year but... he couldn't stand it. He hated it. He buried his face into Potter's shoulder, no matter how hard he sniffled, he couldn't smell Potter and it never dampened. The weight of the embrace, the warmth slowly melted away. Flakes fluttered in the air as he peeked out from his shoulder. To his horror, Potter was flaking away into gold bits that fluttered in the air.

"Potter?" Draco immediately grabbed the man before him. His shoulders were weak, a reassuring smile was still painted on Harry's face. Suddenly, Draco did something unexpected - he brought Potter to his chest. A move that shocked Draco himself but he was just scared, he was scared that he'd lose Harry too. Draco watched in horror as Potter's back vanished more and more. It felt as if he was holding air. "Potter."

"Potter!" Draco shot up. Rubbing his eyes, Blaise sat up as well, he slept on the bed beside Draco on the left.

"Woah, lover boy, got a wet dream?" Blaise chuckled softly, voice still rapsy from sleep. He flipped over, facing away from Draco. Draco's face was damp, gently tapping his cheeks, he was crying.

"Sort of." Draco closed his eyes, his eyelashes wet.