Draco walked down the lonely halls of Hogwarts, which, during the day, had always been so full and cheery. Now they seemed lonesome and creepy. He was not afraid, not of this anyway. Cree was the only thing that was actually freezing his nerves. She was always the most important thing in his life, but then she died. He figured he probably would have been much happier and kinder than he was now, but he didn’t want to be that anymore. He liked being mean, that way you didn’t feel pain when you lost someone whom was so close to you. He pitied Granger, Potter, and Weasley for that very reason. If they lost one another the others would be heart broken. Doomed to forever wonder the world with bleeding hearts. At least that’s how he saw it. He had and lost a best friend so he did know how it felt and he never wanted to feel so much pain again, but what Draco didn’t see was by doing this to himself, he added more pain.
"This is all nonsense. Why do I even bother to think of it?" He muttered to himself. He reached his hand inside his pocket and pulled out an old ripped picture. It was of Cree, of course it would be. He frowned and tore the picture in two and threw it then ran in the other direction. He ran as fast as he could force himself to go and when he stopped he was standing outside in the dark. The fall breeze wiped across his face causing his pale cheeks to turn a rosy pink color. The moon that was high in the sky shined down upon his hair, making it seem as if his light blonde hair were to be glowing. He sighed and walked around the grounds in silence. He looked up at the sky and smiled faintly. The stars shone brightly in the cool autumn air.
"You look peaceful sitting there staring at the stars, almost heavenly." A female voice from behind him said. Draco turned on his heel to see who was there, but no one was.
"I’m really going insane. I’m hearing voices." Draco muttered to himself as he sat down between the roots or a near by tree at the edge of the grounds. He ran his fingers through his hair and let it fall in his face. His head snapped up when he heard the same girl giggle.
"You know talking to yourself is a sign of insanity." The girl laughed. Draco looked around again because he knew someone just had to be there.
"Hearing things is also a sign of insanity, but you know as long as I don’t answer myself I’m good, still sane." Draco replied thoughtfully.
"You are silly, that’s why I always liked you." The girl laughed.
"Cree?"
"Whoa, smart too!"
"You’re dead so I am going insane." Draco stared up at the sky and frowned.
"Well, if I am dead then how am I talking to you?"
"Ghost perhaps? Either that or I am really going insane." Draco jumped slightly at the feel of a small hand on his shoulder. He did not have to turn around to see who it was; the person was slowly moving to straddle his legs. He kept his head down and his eyes closed.
"Draco?" The small hand was now on his chin, lifting it up, but he kept his eyes closed tightly. "Draco?" Draco slowly opened his eyes, but shut them quickly and turned away, holding back the urge to throw up. The smell, he couldn’t take it. The skin hanging off her eye sockets and good amounts of bone showing through the decaying muscle and skin wasn’t helping. The rotten purple color of her skin nearly put him over the edge. The feel over her bony hand on his chin along with the cold feeling of the skin that was left made his stomach clench up in an almost painful sickness.
"Draco?" She caressed his cheek gently. He shook his head and clamped his eyes shut tighter. She’s not real! He mentally screamed to himself. Cree chuckled then leaned in and kissed his cheek. His cold tinted pink cheeks warmed by the touch of her warm lips. Warm lips? Draco’s eyes flickered open at the touch of her lips on his cheeks. The feeling still lingering there. He took a deep breath when she kissed his jaw line and pulled back. She was teasing him.
The girl sitting on his lap was the girl from his dream. She had long strawberry blonde hair, from the looks of it, it fell just below her shoulders, and she had the most enchanting blue eyes he’d ever seen. She smiled and ran her hand down his cheek. Her warm pale fingers felt nice upon his skin. Her touched warmed him to the point he craved having it. It was almost as if he was no longer in control, that all he wanted was this. He still felt okay though everything about the situation seemed wrong, very wrong.
"I’ve been looking for you for a long time." Cree whispered. Draco was staring as this girl, but he could not force himself to look away. She smiled again and leaned in and kissed him squarely on the lips. The kiss was gentle, at first, but he deepened it. He licked her bottom lip and forced her mouth open. It didn’t last long, but all he knew was it sure felt like it had.
"Cree." He whispered.
"Oh.. my goodness!" He felt her scramble to her feet frantically. "What are you doing to me?! Why am I part of this?! Why me!?" She cried. He could tell she was crying, her choking sobs split through the clear night easily. Draco kept his eyes closed and took a deep breath.
"I honestly don’t know what is happening." He said quietly, more to himself then the crying girl before him.
"Leave me alone!" She screamed. Draco opened his eyes just as she ran back to the safety of the school.
"Granger!" Draco’s brow furrowed. "Granger?" Oh god!