Harry woke up in an unfamiliar room. He couldn't't see out of the hangings, which were shut around him, making it semi dark except for a few slivers of light coming through the curtains. He sat up quickly and groaned when his head spun. "Damnit…" he mumbled and pulled back the hangings, the bright light of the morning sun blinding him momentarily.
"Harry?" A soft voice called when he muttered under his breath. He blinked a few times; trying to clear his vision then squinted noticing he couldn't't see, his glasses were taken off. "Where are my glasses?" He asked the dark shape in front of him then watched it move to the bedside table then come closer to him, placing them on his face gently. His vision cleared so it was almost back to normal apart from the bright light. "Are you alright…?" Draco asked him softly and the memories from the previous night flooded Harry's mind.
"Yeah, just fine. What's the time?" He asked distractedly, trying to remember what day it was. "Breakfast is about to end, you don't have to worry though because it's Saturday." Draco mumbled softly and looked over Harry quickly, trying to get a glimpse of his wrists to see if they were all right after the previous night. Harry noticed Draco's prying eyes and hid his wrists under his sleeves, his hands becoming invisible under them. "I'm not that hungry anyways." Harry mumbled, avoiding looking Draco in the eyes.
"Alright… You'll probably want to go and talk to Weasley and Granger anyway to let them know that you're alright since you didn't return to the tower last night." Draco said while standing up and stretching out, heading over to his on suite bathroom.
"I doubt they are worried. Its not the first time I haven't returned to the tower at night." Harry said in a distracted tone of voice. He shifted so his feet hit the cold stone floor and he cursed lightly as it sent a shiver through his whole body. His head was still kind of pounding from the night before. It was then that he also noticed that Draco had called his so called friends by their last names rather then the stupid nick names he had made up for them. He looked in the direction of the bathroom and raised an eyebrow.
"I guess you can stay here then for as long as you like. I can imagine you would still have a headache after… Last night." He faltered slightly as she turned the tap on to splash some water on his face, to wake himself up more since he hadn't gotten a decent nights sleep with caring for Harry and listening to him talk in his sleep about his dreams.
He looked in the mirror to see Harry was looking in his direction, giving him a peculiar look, almost as if he had sprouted two heads. "I can see you, you know." He said softly back to Harry as he picked up a towel and wiped his face dry.
Harry immediately tore his eyes from Draco's back and pulled himself back into the warm sheets of the bed, feeling slightly comforted by being there rather then shivering with cold. "Its hard to believe that you are talking to me, in an almost friendly… No… Kind manner. Sorry." He mumbled and curled up on his side in the bed, looking the opposite direction to the bathroom.
Draco gave a small laugh that sounded like the tinkling of little bells, though there was a hint of emotion behind it. "Just like I'd never have imagined you to be the type to try and escape from the world." He said quietly as he walked back out into his room, sitting at the armchair that was next to the bed, facing Harry.
Draco couldn't help himself. He reached out slowly and brushed some of Harry's stray messy hair out of his deep emerald green eyes. Harry jerked back, not from shock, more from the fact that his hands were freezing. "So cold…" He mumbled softly, completely ignoring Draco's last sentence.
"Oh… Yeah. My hands are always cold, even on the warmest days. Sorry." He said while looking down at his pale hands. "I rarely touch anyone so I don't really think about it." He pulled his hands into the long sleeves of his silk pajamas then rested them in his lap while he bent up his knees.
"Well you know what they say… Cold hands, warm heart." Harry said softly, though he still was coming to terms with the fact that he was in Draco's bed, having a normal conversation rather then trying to hex his brains out.
"I've never heard anyone say that before." Draco said, an amused smile appearing on his perfect pale face. "Oh, it's a muggle saying." Harry replied thoughtfully, peering at Draco over the covers on the bed that he was snuggled into.
"It is?" Draco asked curiously, having never heard any muggle sayings before, having been brought up around wizards his whole life. Even so he seemed to bear no prejudice against the muggles that his family were so traditionally against.
"Mhm… I guess we all wear our masks perfectly… Huh?" Harry said, almost sounding sleepy. Draco stared down at the ground in front of his chair, a thoughtful expression on his face. "I guess we do." He agreed, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry… Malfoy." Harry said softly before drifting into a light sleep again.
"Its alright, Harry." He said softly before standing up again to take advantage of the time to have a shower and tidy himself up.
Lunchtime came soon enough and Draco decided to drag himself out of his room and leave Harry to sleep off his headaches. He left a note on the bed stand so as Harry wouldn't panic if he woke up alone.
Draco sat down at the end of the Slytherin table and began to eat, enjoying the blissful silence until it was interrupted. "What have you done with him?" Came a shrill but quiet voice. Draco didn't even need to look up to know that Granger and Wesley were hanging over him. "I have done nothing Granger, you don't even have proof that he is with me. In fact I can't see Potter anyways. Since when did you become his baby sitter?" He asked in a bored tone although provoking both of the inseparable pair wasn't the best thing for him to do at this stage.
"We know he's with you. You probably gave him to the dark lord, since you idolise him so much. We will find out what you have done to him. Other wise why else hasn't he shown up yet?" Ron sneered, looking down his freckly nose at Draco.
"You do that, now can I please enjoy my lunch in silence?" He said, brushing them off abruptly by looking up at the pair, no malice showing in his eyes, but yet again the emotion was missed. The pair walked back to the Gryffindor table looking rather miffed indeed. "So much for them not worrying." Draco mumbled to himself, sneaking some food into a bag he brought with him in case Harry got hungry when he went back to his room.
"Oooh Drakey poo! Those Gryffindorks annoying you again?" Came a sickly sweet voice and Draco had to try not to groan out loud. "No Pansy… Its nothing." He said almost ignoring the girl who was coming on way to strong. The girl clamped her arms around Draco's neck tightly. Draco's eyebrow twitched slightly. "Let go of me Parkinson." He growled, switching to using her last name to emphasize his annoyance. "But Drakey poo…" She whined looking into his eyes with a pout. A sight that made him feel physically ill.
"I'm going back to my room. Don't follow me, and no, I don't want you to come visit at all." He said suddenly, picking up his bag, shoving Pansy off him back on to the chair before storming off back towards his room, looking all huffy. "What's his problem?" Pansy asked, looking a little bewildered.
Draco walked into his room, refraining from slamming the door in case Harry was still asleep. "Stupid bitch." Draco muttered under his breath, setting his back down on the armchair.
"Who's a stupid bitch?" Came a soft voice from under the many blankets on the bed near by. A head popped up out of it, the jet-black hair sticking up in more directions then usual and bright green eyes were staring at Draco partially unfocused due to a lack of glasses.
"I see you're awake, and I meant Parkinson." He rolled his eyes and moved over to his discarded back, pulling at the chicken sandwiches he snuck out of the great hall for Harry and handed them to him. "Weasley and Granger also asked me about. I think they thought I kidnapped you or something." Draco shrugged and moved some long blonde strands of hair from his eyes as he sat down on the armchair.
Draco watched Harry hungrily eat the chicken sandwiches. "I'll go back to the tower then." Harry said around a mouthful of food, spraying crumbs all over Draco's nice green silk bed cover.
Draco gave an exasperated look and shook his head. He got his wand and used a spell to clean up the mess. "Its rude to speak with your mouthful, I'll let it slide this time Potter."
"Whatcha gonna do 'bout it?" He asked, a grin appearing on his face as he spoke again around a mouthful of food, getting more mess everywhere. He watched Draco get up and move over to the bed, jumping on top of him. Draco pinned Harry's hands above his head and grabbed the sandwiches, forcing Harry to take smaller bites while refraining from letting him talk. "That's what I am going to do." He said, a triumphant look on his face. He had only just now realized how small Harry really was.
He was quite bony despite the amounts of food he ate at Hogwarts, but he was also just a little taller then the other boy. Draco realized he had been staring at Harry for quite a while before he jerked back slightly, finished feeding Harry his sandwiches then climbed off him to sit beside him on the bed, a faint blush on his cheeks.
Harry watched Draco curiously, a frown gracing his slightly pale face. "I suppose I had better go now before Hermione and Ron go and see Dumbledore about me being missing." Harry said, climbing out of the bed and gathering his things.
"Sure…" Draco mumbled looking out the window ff to the side of his room. "Uh… Don't hesitate to come back… Harry." Draco said in a quiet voice, avoiding looking at Harry at all.
Harry stopped what he was doing and looked back at Draco with a slightly surprised expression before he began gathering his things again, finding his invisibility cloak last. "Thanks Malfoy…" He said softly as he put on his cloak, disappearing from view. The door to the room opened and closed easily, meaning Harry had already left. "I wonder if he would even bother." Malfoy said in a quiet tone, continuing to stare out the near by window.
Both boys forgot one thing entirely... To go and see Dumbledore.
Okay, this chapter isn't that great.. But its something at least. Right? I hope it amuses you some until I finally get around to putting up a new chapter.