Draco only wanted to sleep. In his dreams he could remember Harry. In his dreams he could be back in school on a warm Autumn day, young and alive and hopeful. He could tease and rib Harry or fly against him in a quidditch match, or laugh at him for making a mistake during lessons. Draco could forget the cold and lonely life he had been living and instead return to a much simpler time. A time that was still full of life, a time that still had Harry Potter within his reach. 