Draco slowly emerged from sleep, blinking a pair of sleepy grey eyes open. It was that time when dreams were still present, and reality hadn't quite set in. Where identity was the most fluid, and everything seemed possible. He then remembered himself, and glanced over. Trying not to think about this was the last time he wouldn't be sleeping alone ( Read more... )

( Seeking asylum in a familiar place )

( Not a place to hide )

Milliways seemed like a distant dream, after the effects of the Memory Charm. Which is what he wanted. Most of the important parts, faded or hidden. Or both ( Read more... )

The ceremony was nice, and short. And the reception back in Vane went well. Better than he expected in one area. But now, the real fun begins as they returned to her room, laughing a little.

Private parties are their own kind of fun.

He was going to head up to his room. But then belatedly remembered it's not his room anymore. He almost headed to the booths in the back, or outside. But then found the door to the gents, and went inside. Ignoring the graffiti as he found a stall toward the back to hole inside ( Read more... )

After speaking to Moon, Draco had gone upstairs to the room, and behind a hidden panel on the bookshelf near the potion supplies. He took out his Waking Dreams potion, a swirling oil-like in color and texture, only with glittery and pearlescent shimmers like the night sky. He carefully uncorked the bottle. Pausing for a moment.

Drink a little ( Read more... )

and Draco still wasn't happy about it. He wanted stitches out, and to be able to get up again. Just to get outside and get some fresh air at least would be enough ( Read more... )

Another day, and Draco had slept fitfully off and on. The one dream he had of the woman Star was pleasant, and reassuring. Especially when he awoke in pain again. Miniver must have stepped away for a moment because he woke up to being alone in bed. Fresh pain flared from the stitches, and he tried to shift himself up to sit. It hurt a great deal to ( Read more... )

The grey pallor had faded from his features, and his breathing has shifted to deeper patterns. Not as shallow as before. Draco's eyes fluttered awake, unsure of where he was for a moment, and very groggy still from the remnants of morphine. He shifted a little, and then there was a small moan as pain flared. He slowly peered down at himself, lots ( Read more... )