Tiredness Vs Motion
Shut all the world from me,
Harry quietly and slowly made his way to Gryffindor Tower.
Kill all my dreams slowly,
Step by step, he dragged himself away.
Forget all my laughter,
His breath grew ragged and he forced the metallic taste in his mouth back down as he neared his destination.
Laugh at my pain.
Leave me in darkness,
He turned and entered the final corridor.
Ignore me completely,
His sore joints and raw skin seared under his robes. Every step was a new burst of pain.
Then throw me away,
He felt like he was almost floating and everything around him was growing darker.
So I slowly decay.
The curtains fall tonight,
He suddenly stopped.
The actor loses right,
"Malfoy?" he said, amused. Malfoy leaned back on the passageway to the portrait, arms folded and eyebrows raised as if expecting Harry.
The lights all dim out,
Malfoy snickered. "Well, well. What do we have here?"
And darkness prevails.
Is there no one who can love me?
"What are you doing here?"
Who can show me and let me chose?
"I'm a prefect, I have the privilege for your safety's sake, or so they say. Meanwhile, Potter, you do not. Care to explain why your bed is empty?"
Harry snorted. "It's really none of your business. Now, would you please cover your ears so I can go to bed?"
Is there someone I can trust?
"Come on, Potter. I'm Draco Malfoy, give me some credit," he mocked. "Why would I let you simply go to bed?"
"Malfoy, I'll do anything you want tomorrow, just let me go to bed tonight."
To tell all my dreams to…
"Not happening. Follow me," Malfoy said, walking off.
"I can't."
"What do you mean you can't?"
"I mean I can't!"
"Potter, you're digging a deeper hole for yourself."
"I didn't know you cared."
"I would like to go to bed too, so get a move on!"
"Quiet!" the portrait barked, making them jump.
"Move, Potter!"
"I can't! Are you daft? I can't!"
"Why the hell can't you!"
His knees gave out and his knees collided with the floor with a grunt from him as his body screamed at the sudden motion. He barely sat on the floor, legs folded under him. "I can't… I barely got myself this far… I can't move."
As pain shot through his body, he rocked back and forth in a cold daze.
He heard noises that made his temples throb before comfort enveloped him and he started floating. "I can't understand what you're saying," he moaned. Smells nice, was his last thought as his head turned and his brain dissociated to oblivion.