Harry was getting annoyed. When he had to wait an entire summer to see his friends, he had hoped that finally seeing them again would be awesome. Unfortunately, his friends were in the middle of fighting over the pace of their relationship. In all honesty, he was already over it. He had wanted to discuss his nightmares...but with Hermoine keeping herself at bay, Ron didn't seem to keen on discussing anything.
While his closest friends were in a battle all their own, they didn't seem that ready to talk about Harry's problems. He himself was tired of the confusion. He had nightmares with Volde-no Tom Riddle attemtping to act like he would if Harry was his lover! He, with his beautiful face, luscious dark hair! Harry was so confused! If Dumbledore knew that Harry's nights were dominated with such a side of Voldemort! In his dreams, Tom Riddle...he acting so..sensual! The very thought made Harry worry that his professor would question his sanity.
Harry decided to write to Sirius once he arrived back back at Hogwarts. He knew in the very beginning of the summer, these dreams, he might as well kiss his self respect goodbye. He tried to forget the dreams during the day but found himself getting aroused by the littlest things. He knew this had to be Voldemort's plan. But without the courage to write to his friends and admit what his dreams were focused on, he felt so alone.
When the students arrived back at Hogwarts, Harry rushed put away his things. Harry rushed to the Owlery, quill and parchment in hand. As he began writing, he didn't notice the other student who made an appearance. Draco Malfoy was already there with a roll of parchement ready to be delivered. Malfoy looked to his side. Before Harry could finish his correspondance to Sirius, Draco snatched his parchment.
"Well who would our hero, Harry Potter be writing to?" He began to read aloud what Harry had jotted down. "Dear Sirius, I am writing to you, asking for your advice. Since summer began I have been having these strange dreams-"
Harry snatched the parchment back before Malfoy could continue, his face a red mess of anger and embarrassment. "That was not for you! Go back to the Great Hall and leave me alone!" Harry ran to his dorm, not feeling up facing Dumbledore. He finshed his letter and placed it beneath his pillow before laying down and staring at the roof of his canopy.
While Harry ran off before dinner had begun, Ron and Hermoine were too preoccupied to really bother wondering what was wrong with their friend. They sat on opposite sides of Neville, Dean, and Seamus. They ignored one another and kept very quiet, worrying their friends. And though they didn't speak for the majority of the meal, when Malfoy appeared he came to harass Ron and Hermoine. He noted the obvious friction between the two of them before stepping into Ron's personal bubble. He smiled smuggly before whispering in Ron's ear:
"Now..if only you could afford a clue, you may be able to help the golden boy. Your friend Harry is writing about dreams- dreams that you can only guess at- to that prisoner. Maybe if you should pay attention before he gives in and falls to people on the "wrong side..."
Before Ron could react, Malfoy retreated and disappeared. Ron's face was beet red, with anger and..embarassment. While he was busy fighting with Hermoine, he had let Harry disappear to who knows where. Getting up and making his excuses to his friends, he headed for the Gryffindor dorm. Hopefully Harry would be there. He had his eyes opened...by Malfoy, of all people. The fact is he was not acting like a friend right now, his personal problems should take a back seat right now. He should be asking Harry if he has any problems with He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named and his Muggle relatives.
As he entered the Gryffindor, it was dead quiet. Nervous, he headed up the stairs to the boys 5th year dorm, he couldn't stop worrying over his best mate. As he opened the door, his eyes scanned the room quickly and let out a great sigh of releif. There, in his bed, was Harry sleeping peacefully. Ron smiled and went to get ready for bed. He worried for nothing. Still, he should pay more attention. They were best friends and he wouldn't allow Harry to face his battles alone.
Hey, slightly behind schedule but I will be making this fic a priority! How do you like this chapter? I am placing Harry and friends in the 5th book's timeline. Actually rereading it for accuracy, haha. Will try and update soon!