dream • 014

[mudbloodhater]

Warnings • some headcanon.
Effects • just a feeling of contentment.

It was a typical Christmas at Hogwarts, people bustling about around corridors with lovers, friends, and generally entertaining an air of glee not usually known to the students.

For Draco, however, the real glee was in escaping his hangers-on for the night, setting Crabbe and Goyle off on a wild goose chase, and eventually settling into a curtain-covered recess in one of the upper corridors, fully meaning to have an evening to himself.

There was something particularly magical about the castle at that time of year, with fairy lights dancing around the grounds, candles floating everywhere, and the walls seemingly glittering. It was a beautiful sight to behold, and one he intended to enjoy by himself. Nestled comfortably against the stone, he gazed down on the grounds, watching the lights flit around playfully; a smile pulled the corners of his mouth slightly, just enough for him to hide if someone came upon him.

Draco awoke briefly from his dream, blinking away sleep before reaching over, flicking off the Dreamberry and returning to Christmas cheer-induced slumber.