((It's actually Severus/Hermione, but it has Harry and Draco in it, so yeah. <3 A blissful experience, reading it because it's got two good pairings, not just one. http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4776976/ Oh, and was that leave to get Draco to kiss Harry in a 'fit of temper and fleeting loss of mind'? :D))

Draco heard a shout in the far distance, and grimaced. Potter. He hadn't meant for him to be eaten by a monster. Well, he supposed it was time to let his inner-Gryffindor out. Time to go to the rescue.

He began running in the direction of Potter's yell. Oddly enough, he was running as fast as he could, which was faster than he had ever ran before. It must be his 'Save the Wizarding World' instincts. The world couldn't be saved without the Scarred Saviour. He was only running as if his life depended on it because the world needed a saviour, not because he had any untoward feelings towards the boy in question.

He finally arrived to another, larger clearing, and stilled, his eyes frozen in terror. Something was draining blood from a Unicorn. Flashes of first year came back to mind, and he saw Potter stupidly step back on a twig. It snapped, and the thing's attention was now on the boy. It slithered to him, and -

"Wand out, Harry! Now!" 

Draco took his own wand out and levelled it on the thing, which he was now almost certain was Nagini, Voldemort's pet snake. He knew of no spell that could even touch her, much less destroy her. He watched as Harry tripped on a root, and if the situation wasn't so dire, he would have laughed heartily.

As it was, he couldn't.

"Harry, you can't kill this thing! We need to get away!" He cast the strongest Protego he could muster, to give time for Harry to get up and begin running. 

Nagini felt the presence of Draco's Dark Mark, and that stopped her from attacking him.

Draco was worried. Nagini would tell Voldemort what had happened; that Draco had helped Harry escaped, and he would be severely punished. Why did Potter always seem to get him in these types of messes? And this was a pretty damn serious one too. He spotted Harry's wand, which he must have dropped, and quickly pocketed it, aware of her eyes on him.

"I'm going to go now," Draco said slowly, keeping an eye on Nagini while backing away. She hissed at him, but made no attempt to follow. When he was a safely out of her sight, he began running back through the forest towards the castle.

Damn Potter. He could have been killed. He lit his wand and stumbled through trees, bushes and branches.

Harry must be a really slow runner, because Draco caught up with him in no time.

"You could have gotten me killed," he said dully, throwing the other boy's wand at him. He slowed to a leisurely walk.

“Look, Potter,” Draco sneered, “I don’t think you understand how dangerous a situation you’ve put us in.” He stopped and forced the other boy to do so as well. “All you care about is not losing House points. Well, I’m sorry Golden Boy, but this is the real world. And a very real snake is reporting back to Voldemort right at this moment, telling him I helped you get away!” He was yelling now. “And now, he’s going to Summon me, and he’s going to kill me!” 

Draco stilled at his last sentence. “You don’t mean that,” he said quietly. He felt…hurt, and he didn’t even know why. It scared him.

Draco sighed, now feeling overwhelmed but not particularly angry. He was, however, in deep denial. He didn’t care what Harry Potter thought. He didn’t.

“Well, that’s nice to know,” he said wryly. “If I ever need your opinion on whether I should drop dead or not, I’ll be sure to ask you.” He paused. “On second thoughts, if I need someone to kill me, maybe it should be you.” He sounded perfectly serious.

Harry looked at Draco and knew he should have spat out a yes instead of the answer he chose earlier. He growled slightly and glared at draco now.

"Well, then I hope you drop dead soon so I don't need to worry about having another malfoy to watch. If the Dark Lord does kill you, tell him I said I willed it to be that way." He turned on his heel and walked out of the forest. "Accio Firebolt." His broom, which he dropped in the first clearing, and got on. It needed to go to the Gryffindor broom closet. "And don't go running off like a git next time you loose." He kicked off and flew toward the stadium.

“You didn’t have to follow me!” Draco shouted after him. Shaking his head, although not knowing why, he kicked at a stone and continued walking until he reached the castle. Disillusioning himself, he made it to the Slytherin Common Room, where there were strangely no students. He didn’t think about how strange this was, though, and just trodded off to bed.

((Time skip?))

((yes. :3))

Harry awoke to Ron's rat curled up on his chest. He yelped slightly and threw the rat at Ron, who caught him and pet his head. "For Merlin's sake Ron! Keep your rat in your own bed!" He growled slightly but decied to get ready. He showered up and got dressed, using a drying spell on his hair. He walked out and looked at Ron. "Come on. Time to eat anyways. And I think today is a Hogsmeade day or something."

Merlin dammit. Draco woke up with a headache. At first, he had thought it was because his Housemates had decided to spell him or something, but when he saw the tear tracks on his face, he knew what had happened. This time, the nightmares had been about his parents dying at Voldemort’s wand.

Sighing, he got out of bed and washed his face. He noticed all his roommates still sleeping, and decided it would be best to get out of there as soon as possible – and to get to a public, crowded place as soon as possible. Quietly, he crept out the Slytherin Common Room and to the Great Hall.

He wasn’t hungry. Instead, he toyed around with his cereal. What if that nightmare had been a vision of some sort? He had heard about people having visions randomly, and thinking they were nightmares, and then finding their brother or their sister or their husband dead on the sofa the next day. The thought made him blanch and want to puke.

How could he find out, though? If he sent an owl, it would arrive to where his parents might be facedown in a pool of blood with Voldemort still playing with them. He would read the note, and if his suspicions were true, he’d think Draco was a Seer of some sort and would want to Summon him. He could not have that happening. He wanted to delay there next meeting as soon as possible.

And then he remembered. Potter. He had visions and stuff, didn’t he? He could see into Voldemort’s mind, couldn’t he? He grimly made the decision to talk to Potter as soon as he next saw him.

Harry and Ron walked down to the Great Hall. Hogsmeade day was always pretty fun, but Ron already told Harry that it wasn't until next week. he sighed and walked ahead of Ron, who was now getting cozy with Hermione. He hadn't any guts to tell Ginny, so he was alone.

"Ron, I'm going ahead okay. Nobody's really awake.."

"Okay Harry. I guess we'll see you later then. I mean, we don't have classes until tomarrow anyways, so you should be fine." He smiled.

Harry nodded and walked to the Great Hall. He walked in and looked around. Most of the tables had a lot of people on them but not clearly crowded. He sighed and walked over to where the Gryffindors were. He sat down and put a few pieces of toast on his plate. He spread some jelly and picked at the bread. He wanted to just leave.

Draco saw Harry walk into the Great Hall and stood up. He was a man with a mission. With a mission, with a mission, with a…oh God, this plan seemed bad as soon as he saw Potter. But he needed to find out about his parents.

Determinedly, he strode up to Harry confidently and said in a haughty tone, “I demand a talk with you, Potter.”

Harry jumped at the sound of Draco's voice since he was drifting to his own world. He turned around. "And what about Malfoy?" He growled almost barked back. He stood up and glared at the boy, even though he was shorter than him.

((Do you want the vision to be a lie? or WIll draco's paretns really be dead??))