The Unthinkable Love Story

Kaylin was in her bed. A sleep
from hell was attacking her. "What's up Malfoy, your mission getting to
you?" She said to Draco as he leaned over a sink crying. It seemed as if
he hadn't seen, nor heard her. "I know what you did Malfoy. You hexed her
didn't you?" It was a slightly familiar voice she heard. For some reason
she couldn't identify it. When she tried to turn to see who it was, her body
wouldn't move. Suddenly she realized: she had no body at all.

Draco turned from the sink, and
glared at whoever it was, suddenly sending a hex flying at the unknown figure.
Now the unfamiliar person flew past her so quickly she didn't recognize who it
was. Into a bathroom stall it went and hexes flew everywhere. Draco stood in
front of her drenched because of the water pouring out of a broken pipe.
"SECTUMSEMPRA!" The voice from behind the stalls shouted. Draco fell
to the floor, bleeding.

She saw gashes all over him,
bleeding like gashes from hell's pits. Screaming she stared at the person she
could not move to save. What the hell was holding her in place like that? It
wouldn't dawn on her until much later. He was bleeding onto the floor now, water
mixing with blood. He was shuddering in front of her, his eyes rolling around
in his head and moaning in pain. Suddenly he stopped shuddering, and she knew
he was dead. KNEW it. Why would she care? Why DID she care?

Sitting up sharply in her bed she
screamed into the emptiness of the room. "WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT....? OH
MY FUCKING GOD..." She realized now why she hadn't been able to move. Last
time she'd had a death dream, it had been exactly like that years before-about
her mother; and she had died a few months afterward. She hadn't been able to
move, and her voice was lost to the darkness of the evil intentions of the
dream. As if to prove themselves to her. "Fuck... Fuck. Him? Why will he
be important to me?" When research revealed the reason for these dreams
about death, it proved that they would only occur when someone important to her
was about to be taken from her. The library was her one comfort in her quiet
home. Even when her mother had been alive they could not deny the quiet
sometimes.

"Shit..." Kaylin banged
her head against the bedpost and wanted to go back to sleep.

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Kaylin could have envied his
unplagued dreams. Draco lie in his bed sleeping peacefully. People were
beginning to stir now. "What the hell?" Goyle's voice floated across
the hall. "What's happening, who's screaming?" Goyle was looking
annoyed with losing sleep. Of course. He was a fat ass. He was notorious for
needing at least ten hours sleep.

Draco slipped out of his blankets
and heard an moan, that sounded distressed come from behind a nearby door. It
was Kaylin's room. "What the hell is happening in there?" He
muttered. Rolling his eyes he went back to his room, slamming the door and
smirking at the clock. It was six in the morning. The time he usually woke up
anyways. His reasons were his own-to go and fly around the Black Lake without
notice. It was glorious to sit on his broom and watch the sun rise.

Slowly he began to pull on his
clothes, smiling to himself. Really, he was in a lovely mood today. Only his
pratness got in the way slightly. If he were to see Granger she'd get her head
chewed off like she normally would. He enjoyed that. Found it satisfying to
curse he ugly little bloodline. "Well, today is an unusual occasion. I
need to enjoy this then..." Smirking again, he left his room carrying the
broom he'd had since second year: A Nimbus 2001.

Glossy black wood accompanied him
to the Black Lake. He climbed onto his broom and flew high above the gleaming
black waters. The sun was slowly rising, and the breeze, oh that liberating
breeze, blew through his blond hair. It was wonderful to be released like this.
Free of responsibility, and alone. It was a prize, and he loved it. More than
anything he knew he needed it. This would most likely be the last time he had a
chance to be outside for a while. Quite a while...