You Don't Know

Chapter 4 - Slytherin Common Room

The sound and light from the entrance hall drifted outside. Unenthusiastically, Draco picked himself up and joined the large crowd of people heading off to their Common Rooms. Draco left the crowd when he arrived at the dungeons and headed off deep down into the darkness. The dungeon corridors were dark and dank. The walls were like ice to the touch. The Slytherin Common Room was hidden inside these walls only known to those within their house. Most of the students must have already made their way to the Common Room as the corridors were empty. Soon, he came to the entrance and muttered the words that would spring the entrance to life: "Wingardium". Magically, the entrance appeared. The warmth of the large fire radiated out into the cold corridor. Draco stepped in.

The Common Room was packed with nearly ever Slytherin student. The flame of the fire turned their faces a reddish orange. Many students were plotting which ways they could make other students' lives a living hell and to make students lose points from their house. Draco wasn't in the mood for making conversation, so he headed off towards the boys' dormitories when Pansy Parkinson cornered him by the fireplace.

"I missed you at the feast tonight," she said, giving Draco a rather poor pouting face.

"I wasn't hungry," he replied, trying to get past her, but she blocked him with her outstretched arm.

"Trying to get away from me, are you?" she said jokingly.

"I'm tired, so, if you wouldn't mind, Get Out of my way!" he said, pushing her arm away. Ever since the Yule ball in their fourth year, Pansy had not left Draco alone, despite all of his hints for her to do so.

Draco left without turning back. He headed to the dormitories. He made his way to the very last door in the passage and entered, locking it behind him. Draco looked around the room. For the past few years, he had had one to himself. More doings of his father he guessed, which didn't bother him. He liked having a place where he could get away from everything. The room was small and quaint. In the far left corner was a four-post bed, which at the foot rested his trunk. To his right was a small fireplace with a large leather chair in front of it and just inside the door was a small desk. He threw off his robe and loosened his tie, and, for some strange reason, his thoughts drifted to Hermione Granger. He shook his head stunned. Why would he even consider thinking about her? It was crazy. 'She just confused me, that's all; why was she just standing there, waiting for something. Waiting for him to make a crude remark? Or waiting for him to leave.' He banished these thoughts from his head. 'This is of no concern to me.' He began to get ready for bed when he noticed himself in the mirror on the wall. He stood there just staring at himself as if in a trance. He took a step closer so that he was no more then fifty centimetres away.

"I am Draco Malfoy," he said out loud, not liking the way it sounded.

"I am Draco Malfoy," he tried again, but got the same hateful feeling. The same hateful feeling he felt when he saw his father.

"I am not my father!" he said to his reflection, but as he said this he felt his mind saying otherwise. 'Yes you are,' he could hear it say.

"I am not may father!" he said turning away from them mirror.

"I'm not him," said Draco quietly lying down on the empty bed.

"I'm not him," he repeated to the ceiling.

He closed his eyes trying to think happy thoughts, but he held none in his memory. Slowly he drifted to sleep still fully clothed. He dreamed of things that he did not know nor remember. A fear of an unknown reason and origin grew inside of him. This fear relentlessly aroused him abruptly from his sleep throughout the night, leaving him with an uneasy feeling about what was to come.