Warnings: Language.
Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, Harry would've been happily married to Draco, they'd have a couple kids, and Sirius and Remus would be alive, and single with copious amounts of buried lust for each other. Did that happen? No?
Guess I don't own it then.
Author's Note: Hallo everyone. Sorry its been so long. My course ended earlier this month, (I got a 107.5/110 on my final and a Final grade of A- (92.75). So that was good. But since then, I've had a horrible writers block which nothing seems to be getting through, not even my Original fiction. So that explains why this chapter is short and...faintly horrible. I do apologize.
This chapter is all in Harry's POV and is introducing a plotline that I'm still a little unsure about. I'd love to hear your thoughts on it.
-HP-
With a start, I sat up in bed. A quick Tempus spell revealed that it was three thirty in the morning. With a groan of frustration, I flopped back into my pillows. A few minutes with my eyes closed and someone let out a yelp of fear, which was followed by a different person shushing them in a soothing manner. I opened my eyes and my curiosity got the best of me. I peeked out of my aquamarine curtains. Malfoy's curtains where open on the Slytherin side of the room and Zabini was sitting on his mattress, hiding anything else from view. Nott's bed was empty, but Crabbe was snoring in the corner, joining in on the already established symphony of Seamus and Ron.
Zabini bent forward slightly and sighed in irritation. The yelp came again and his eyes turned to Malfoy's mattress again. I frowned and slipped off my bed to investigate. As I drew nearer, Zabini's eyes snapped to me and immediately narrowed.
"Great." He muttered to himself, "Listen Potter. Just go back to bed."
I ignored him and stopped next to the bed. Malfoy was on his side, facing us and curled up tightly. His face was scrunched in fear and pain, tears slipping from behind his pale lashes. I furrowed my brow and glanced at Zabini, who was watching Malfoy's face with an eerie sadness.
The dormitory door opened and Parkinson strode in with determination, her light pink satin robe trailing behind her. Nott walked after her, slowly and with deliberate steps; he looked half asleep. Parkinson glanced at me, blinked momentarily and continued, undeterred, pushing me out of the way and climbing under the covers next to the tormented blonde. She pulled Malfoy's compact seeker's frame on to her lap easily and began to rock him back and forth, humming a sweet tune. Nott paused beside me and looked confused
"What's Potter doing here?" He asked, Zabini looked over, and shrugged
"Draco woke him..." He muttered, looking back to Parkinson. She had calmed the blonde slightly, his features relaxing in the soft moonlight. He gave a soft sniffle. And finally I found my voice.
"What's...wrong?" I asked, and immediately resisted the urge to hit myself. Parkinson's eyes found mine and she scowled, before continuing her humming. Zabini rolled his eyes,
"He's having a nightmare, Potter. Are you really that stupid?" He snapped quietly, Parkinson shushed him and started to stroke Malfoy's blonde hair.
"What would Malfoy have nightmares about?" I asked and I slowly realized that waking up at 3:30 in the morning did nothing to improve my intelligence.
Parkinson narrowed her eyes and glared at me,
"We're not ogres Potter. We have feelings too. We just don't spout them around like you idiot Gryffindors." She snapped, glancing down at Malfoy. His face was completely relaxed now, and the tear stains on his pale cheeks were starting to dry. He was even letting out soft snores.
Parkinson smiled a little and Zabini sighed, running a hand through his hair
"This was a bad one Pans..." He said quietly, Parkinson glanced at him
"Its also his first one in this dorm...its been awhile. Three days since we moved from the dungeons...and at least a week before that."
I stared at her in disbelief
"You mean this happens a lot?" I asked, she glanced at me and scowled
"Yes Potter. Quite often. Now bugger off." She snapped, starting to slip off the bed, Malfoy made a noise of protest and rolled over so that his bare back was facing us. Parkinson pushed Zabini off the mattress and drew the silver curtains, snatching Zabini's wand from the bedside table and whispering a few spells with ease, despite using someone else's wand; the curtains glowed momentarily and Parkinson looked satisfied, before handing Zabini his wand and walking out of the room. Zabini turned to me, spinning his wand thoughtfully.
"You know Potter...this isn't something Draco'd want getting around the school." He paused and glared at me "So keep your ass-kissing mouth shut. Capisce?"
I stared at him for a moment and held up my hands in a show of peace.
"Capisce."
-HP-
"Oh Man...Draco Malfoy having a nightmare. I would've paid to see that. Why didn't you wake me Harry?" Ron asked in between laughs. Hermione frowned and looked up from her book.
"Honestly Ron, it's not funny!" She stated, looking over to Madam Pince, who was scowling at us for being so loud. Ron rolled his eyes,
"Hermione, why do you have to ruin this for me?"
"Ron, its not something to laugh about. How would you like it if Draco Malfoy made fun of your nightmares?" She snapped, narrowing her eyes. Ron gaped at her,
"Harry, is Hermione really sticking up for that git?" He asked me, I looked up from my book and sighed.
"So what if she is Ron?" I asked, Ron paled,
"Are you both mental?" He shrieked, Hermione frowned and looked over to Madam Pince
"Ron will you please lower your voice?" She whispered, Ron glanced at her and reddened
"NO, I WILL NOT LOWER MY VOICE!"
Hermione sighed as the library door slammed shut and glared at Ron. Ron blinked
"Er...sorry 'bout that." He muttered, I rolled my eyes
"C'mon Hermione, lets go get something to eat. We can study later." I said, leading her away.
The Great Hall was already pretty full, people were getting used to the new seating arrangements, of course the smells of breakfast that permeated the hall helped, Hermione sighed next to me and looked irritated at the prospect of wasting time to eat on the weekend. Ron was grinning like a madman as we neared our tables. Malfoy was already sitting at our table, picking at his eggs and staring at the tablecloth.
"Sleep well Malfoy?" Ron asked as soon as we were close enough for Malfoy to hear him. Malfoy looked up and stared at him with blank eyes, before looking back to the tablecloth. Zabini seemed to have heard Ron, and cast a vicious glare in my direction. I sighed quietly and bowed my head guiltily, slipping into my seat across from Malfoy. Zabini fixed Ron with a glare, and they began a glaring contest in between each bite, which lasted for the rest of breakfast.
I swiftly touched my plate, before buttering my toast
"Good Morning." I stated politely, looking at Malfoy. He glanced up and looked me in the eye for a few moments, before nodding oh so slightly.
"Good morning," he replied softly, with a slightly curt edge.
Breakfast began slowly, in a reluctant Saturday haze.
Once most people were done, Dumbledore stood before they could leave,
"May I have your attention please?"
All eyes were on him as he gave the hall his best smile,
"All students, please meet with your Heads of house at 10:00." He stated simply, and with a slight flourish of his robes, he sat back down, to let breakfast commence again. I glanced discreetly at the watch Sirius had given me on my 17th, a silver knockoff (for Remus' safety of course) with a flawless emerald face and onyx numbers. I had ten minutes. I looked up and caught Malfoy eying my watch curiously. I quirked a brow at him
"What?" I asked slowly, Malfoy started, caught off guard, then turned his nose up and sniffed pompously
"Where'd you get that piece of trash Potter? The lost and found?" He sneered, I rolled my eyes
"Shut your hole Malfoy. You're just jealous." I paused and stared pointedly at both his wrists "Did mummy and daddy forget your birthday?" I spat back, he blinked and to my surprise, flushed a little
"You wish Potter." He growled, in a tone a bit higher then usual, before downing the rest of his coffee and leaving the table, pushing his chair in roughly. The salt shaker fell over and quickly righted it self and I let out a sigh.
"What a pleasant start to the morning."
Remus sat behind his desk, discreetly reading parchments on his desk. The clock behind him ticked its way onto 10:28 and Hermione let out a little sigh. Parkinson shifted in her chair uncomfortably.
"I'm sure he's on his way Professor." She offered meekly, Seamus scoffed and checked his watch, before consulting the clock. Remus frowned
"I'm sure he is Miss Parkinson, but if he is not here soon, we'll have to proceed without him to keep on schedule..."
Malfoy looked up with a curious expression,
"Professor, just what is going on?" Hermione asked in confusion. Remus frowned and began to answer, when his office door slammed open. Zabini skidded in and turned, slamming the door closed in Filch's angry face. He turned with a proud grin on his face, Crabbe guffawed and Bulstrode let out a muffled giggle at his side. The other three Slytherins stared at him for a moment and Nott gave Zabini a disapproving sniff.
Remus cleared his throat, and Zabini looked at him
"What took you Mr. Zabini?" He asked slowly, Zabini paused and a charming smirk took over his features
"Professional hazards, Professor Lupin. I'll try not to let it happen again." He stated, barely keeping the laughter out of his voice. Hermione crossed her arms and frowned disapprovingly, her special look usually reserved for Ron and the twins. I bit my lip to keep from laughing at this irony. The corners of Remus' mouth twitched as he suppressed a smile, no doubt thinking about Sirius, but he caught himself and cleared his throat.
"As I was about to say, the Headmaster wanted me to tell you about two new developments." He stated, stacking his papers neatly. Hermione blinked and quirked a brow expectantly. Remus let out a chuckle "The first is that the new uniforms have arrived from Madam Malkin's. You'll find them in your wardrobes."
He stopped and sighed, fiddling with his pocket watch thoughtfully. Malfoy made an irritated sound
"And secondly?"
Remus smiled at him
"Secondly, all students, years six and seven, are going camping."
-cough- Yay?
A