The morning sun beamed through the windows flooding the small common room area with the brilliant light. Draco, who was still sleeping on the couch, rolled over onto his side to escape from the sun, but instead managed to roll right off the couch with a loud thud.
"Fuck!" He sat up and rubbed the side of his head that had hit the coffee table. He looked around the room, expecting to see Hermione’s books sitting on the oak wood table, or her bag lying next to the maroon satin sofa, but neither were where they normally sat. He knew Hermione had been known to get up early, he had never cared much before, but now when all of her things were no longer scattered throughout the room and an awful gnawing feeling had begun to grow in the pit of his stomach that was distinctly telling him that he was late for Transfiguration, he wasn’t one to ignore it. He quickly got up, with help of the mahogany coffee table that he used to push himself up off the floor with. He brushed off the robes he had fallen asleep in that night and quickly got his things together for class. He didn’t care, at that moment, that he was wearing old clothes or that he hadn’t had a shower; he would take one at lunch.
He looked through his bag, making sure he had everything. He was missing his potions book, but he figured that really didn’t matter. Snape would let him off, he always did, and Draco figured that he always would. He hung his bag over his shoulder and headed out of the door. He quickly walked down three flights of stairs, skipping two stairs here and there. He ran down the last hall until he reached the Transfiguration room. The door was shut and, as he peeked through the crack, he saw McGonagall writing something on the black board. Note taking, I figure, Draco thought. He silently opened the door and tried to creep to his seat, unnoticed, though he pretty much knew that was hopeless, but it was worth a chance, wasn’t it?
"Mr. Malfoy, may I ask what has held you up from class this evening?" The professor asked Draco as he nearly made it to his seat. He swiveled around and looked the teacher in the eye, which he now admitted as a really bad idea. Her sharp eyes made his cold gray ones seem weak and tired.
"Well, Professor, I haven’t been feeling well the last few days," Hermione snorted from her seat. If Malfoy really thinks that McGonagall will believe that, he had indeed lost a few screws, Hermione thought.
"I over slept." He finished lamely.
"Though, I do understand, Mr. Malfoy. I do also have to give you detention for being over twenty minutes late for my class." Draco nodded and took his seat. McGonagall turned away from Draco and said firmly. "Miss Granger, why didn’t you wake him?"
"What?!" Hermione stood from her seat. "It’s not my job to be his alarm clock."
"Yes, but it is your job, as head girl, to look out for other students, is it not?"
"Well, yes, but…"
"Then Mr. Malfoy is no exception."
"But you can’t expect me to go around and wake every student that goes here. Malfoy, is head boy, which means he has just as much responsibility as I do. He can look after himself, it is not my fault that he can’t even keep track of time."
"Miss Granger, come here at eight o’clock tonight."
"What? I don’t have detention?"
"No, but you will have to keep watch over Mr. Malfoy tonight." Hermione scowled, but nodded silently before she sat down. Harry leaned forward in his seat to Hermione and whispered, "Sorry mate, at least you can make him do something." Hermione shook her head in agreement.
~*~*~*~
Draco walked down the dark halls, back to the Transfiguration room that night at eight. It wasn’t really a new thing for him to get detention; he’d had it before. He really didn’t care. He normally sat there and did nothing anyway.
"Aw, yes, Mr. Malfoy. Take a seat there and do the work on the board." Draco nodded, took a seat and opened the book before him. He watched his professor leave and then laid his head on the table.
"Malfoy, you are supposed to be working!" Hermione piped up from the back of the room.
"I am." He muttered through his book pillow.
"On what?"
"Divination." Hermione scowled. Draco had lied there. Once he was sure Hermione was minding her own business, he shut his eyes and quickly drifting off into dreamland.
~*~*~*~
Draco walked through the woods. He was on his way to meet his best friend in the whole world. In his mind, there was no one better than Cree Laddle. She was adventurous, funny, creative, and loving. But little did Draco know this was the day that would end up changing his life forever.
"Draco!" The strawberry blonde girl stood from the root she was sitting on. She ran forward and hugged the light blonde boy. He smiled and hugged her back, but as he hugged her he felt something really strange, sort of like someone was watching the two of them.
"Hullo, Cree. How are you?"
"Excellent. Father, mum, and I are going to Spain for a few weeks, but father promised that we’ll be back the day before school. Oh, Draco, I just can’t wait. It will be so much fun!" She spun in a circle for a few seconds letting her robes twirl around her as she moved.
"You do seem rather excited."
She stopped and smiled. "I am not that excited. It’s just that I have been waiting for Hogwarts since Aaron went." Draco smiled back knowing the truth in that statement.
"Cree, I have to go." That feeling had come back; someone was watching them.
"But why?" she asked, confused.
"Er.. Well, you just wouldn’t understand."
"Draco, what’s wrong?"
"Nothing, I just have to go." Draco turned to leave and ran as far away from Cree as he could. He stopped when he was out of her view, but then her choke a cry split through the cold air. He frowned, but kept on walking. Draco was then drowned in blackness. He looked around only to see nothing, nothing at all. That was until a bright light formed an archway just in front of him and standing in the mist of the archway was a female figure. Draco had to admit that she was quite pretty. He watched her move in the mist never venturing out of it. He smiled softly as she smirked just before she opened her mouth to speak. He inhaled deeply when her voice echoed through his head.
‘Draco, its all your fault.’
~*~*~*~
Beep, Beep, Beep. Draco lifted his head up from the book he had been using as a pillow. Hermione was standing next to him with a smirk planted smugly on her face. "Malfoy, that’s sleeping, not working, there’s a deference. Sorry, mate." Hermione walked out of the room, leaving him there in his seat, with his head reeling. He was breathing deeply and was wishing more than anything that all this would just stop. He just didn’t understand what she meant by ‘it’s all your fault.’ What did I do? He asked himself. What did I do?