Fic: Nightmare (Draco Malfoy, Gen, rated PG)
Title: Nightmare
Characters/Pairing: Draco Malfoy, Narcissa Malfoy
Rating: PG
Word count: 507
Summary: Draco awakes from a nightmare. Post-DH.
Author's Note: May be the first scene from a longer story some day.
"Crucio!" the Dark Lord's high cruel voice sounded, and Draco screamed as he flew up into the air, every nerve of his body burning with pain. When he landed on the floor, his head cracking on the stone, the Dark Lord's red eyes were staring at him mercilessly, but the face was huge, swollen and bright pink, and he was wearing round, black glasses. "You're finished, Malfoy," Potter said coldly.
Draco scrambled to his feet, and raced away from the scene. He was running down a hall, his feet landing heavily on Hogwarts' stone floors. He could hear nothing over shouting voices, and the roar of a vast spreading fire behind him, his back painfully hot under its flames.
He woke up to the sensation of being shaken. He shrank away from cool, sweaty hands on his face, his heart beating painfully in his ribcage.
"Draco, wake up," his mother's voice said, and he opened his eyes to stare into her wide eyes, the blue of them standing out against her pale, anxious face. "It's all right, Draco. You're safe."
He shook her off of him, and sat up, looking across to the window on his right. It was still dark, and the clouds made it a starless night, though the room was flooded with light. Not his room, but the spare bedroom near his parents' room that he had been staying in for the last seven months.
"You were screaming," Narcissa said quietly, when he didn't say anything or look at her. "I thought you were brewing Dreamless Sleep potions."
"I ran out of sorrel," he muttered, still refusing to look at her.
"Why didn't you ask for some money to order more?"
He looked down at his lap, and shrugged, wishing desperately that she would leave.
"I will order some for you tomorrow," she promised, and he felt fingers on his face, brushing his sticky hair away from his eyes. "Do you wish to sleep more tonight? I have an extra potion." For her own use, he knew, though she would not admit it.
"No, thank you, I'll be fine. I won't dream again tonight."
"As you wish," she said, sounding unconvinced, and after a long moment more of silence, he heard the silk of her nightrobe sliding against itself and then the soft click of the door.
He sat in silence until he was sure she would be back in her room, and then slid out of bed, his bare feet landing on the soft, thick rug next to the bed, toes sinking deep into it. He grabbed his wand, and walked over to the door. His hand hovered above the knob, his breath growing rapid, before he turned away again in disgust. He could not even venture out into the halls of his own house without feeling terror creep into his heart. He chose instead to sit in the tall armchair near the window, and stare out into the dark empty sky, trying not to think about his dream, or, indeed, anything else.
Characters/Pairing: Draco Malfoy, Narcissa Malfoy
Rating: PG
Word count: 507
Summary: Draco awakes from a nightmare. Post-DH.
Author's Note: May be the first scene from a longer story some day.
"Crucio!" the Dark Lord's high cruel voice sounded, and Draco screamed as he flew up into the air, every nerve of his body burning with pain. When he landed on the floor, his head cracking on the stone, the Dark Lord's red eyes were staring at him mercilessly, but the face was huge, swollen and bright pink, and he was wearing round, black glasses. "You're finished, Malfoy," Potter said coldly.
Draco scrambled to his feet, and raced away from the scene. He was running down a hall, his feet landing heavily on Hogwarts' stone floors. He could hear nothing over shouting voices, and the roar of a vast spreading fire behind him, his back painfully hot under its flames.
He woke up to the sensation of being shaken. He shrank away from cool, sweaty hands on his face, his heart beating painfully in his ribcage.
"Draco, wake up," his mother's voice said, and he opened his eyes to stare into her wide eyes, the blue of them standing out against her pale, anxious face. "It's all right, Draco. You're safe."
He shook her off of him, and sat up, looking across to the window on his right. It was still dark, and the clouds made it a starless night, though the room was flooded with light. Not his room, but the spare bedroom near his parents' room that he had been staying in for the last seven months.
"You were screaming," Narcissa said quietly, when he didn't say anything or look at her. "I thought you were brewing Dreamless Sleep potions."
"I ran out of sorrel," he muttered, still refusing to look at her.
"Why didn't you ask for some money to order more?"
He looked down at his lap, and shrugged, wishing desperately that she would leave.
"I will order some for you tomorrow," she promised, and he felt fingers on his face, brushing his sticky hair away from his eyes. "Do you wish to sleep more tonight? I have an extra potion." For her own use, he knew, though she would not admit it.
"No, thank you, I'll be fine. I won't dream again tonight."
"As you wish," she said, sounding unconvinced, and after a long moment more of silence, he heard the silk of her nightrobe sliding against itself and then the soft click of the door.
He sat in silence until he was sure she would be back in her room, and then slid out of bed, his bare feet landing on the soft, thick rug next to the bed, toes sinking deep into it. He grabbed his wand, and walked over to the door. His hand hovered above the knob, his breath growing rapid, before he turned away again in disgust. He could not even venture out into the halls of his own house without feeling terror creep into his heart. He chose instead to sit in the tall armchair near the window, and stare out into the dark empty sky, trying not to think about his dream, or, indeed, anything else.