Draco shot up immediately, and very nearly tumbled out of his bed. He looked up blearily through squinting eyes and found a disapproving Pansy peering at him from the side of his bed, the curtains of his bed gripped in her hand. He let out a shuddering breath and rubbed a hand across his face, the image of red hair turning to rivers of blood imbedded in his vision. It had felt so real - so real in fact, that if his family had had a history of producing seer’s, he’d have been tempted to call it a vision. He tried to shake off the panic in his chest.