Draco looked around the room; it was white, so bright that it burned your eyes if you looked too long. The hospital clothes was the same matching color, wide and long so that they easy could take blood from if they would need.
He looked down at the plate of food in his knee, on the blanket that covered his body on the bed that he had spent about a week in. The plate looked rather artistic with a sandwich, pumpkinpie and vegetables, green and red and white and yellow. But Draco didn't feel like eating, he just found himself thinking again..
He looked down at the white plate, as white as his masters skin.. Why was The dark lord even his master? Why did he follow his father's footsteps? Yeah, he knew why, he would do anything to please his father.
He looked down at the plate and saw some peas. He picked them up and looked at them, weighted it in his hand before putting it back, he wasn't hungry anymore, he couldn't stop thinking about what Harry told him..
A part of him wanted to forget it ever happened, his heart arched every time he closed his eyes and saw Harry in front of himself. Draco took a piece of carrot and forced himself to chew it, even if just the texture of it made him want to throw up. He didn't feel like eating, how could they even force him?! He had so much to do.
But he knew that they couldn't let him go until he was 'better' so he took the plate and went to the window where he tipped it and let the food fall down to the ground. He then softly went back to his bed and laid down again. He took up some pargament and a quill and started to write a letter to his family, they would not be happy that he didn't do his job for another week.
He hoped that he would get out to Friday though. He had to atleast.

Days and days passed, and he actually ate, learned to just chew and swallow and as soon as he had started to eat he got out of the place he had started to call a prison. He closed the massive oak doors after himself as he got out of the hospitalwing, happy to be out of the oversize white clothings and back into his robes.
And he missed to sleep in his own room and bed, the way one only can do when you haven't in a long time. The first thing he did was to go to the big wall and walk pass it three times, asking the door to let him in. After the third time he opened his eyes and then the door that appeared and went inside. It looked dustier, but maybe it was just his mind.
He went to the cabinet, he knew the way by heart now. First left, then right, then foreward and then left again. Then, there it was. Shaky he opened the door to it and inside laid a bird. Softly, as if it was sleeping.
Draco didn't had to touch it to know that it was dead. He felt a knot in his heart, it was his doing. He looked inside and then on the bird, the tiny blue bird that never would sing or fly again, but couldn't decide if it starved or died while teleporting. As Draco took the bird in his hand he couldn't help but feel as if it was almost like himself, as he too was free as a dead bird.
He took it and placed it on a book some meters away, he would bury it later. He took an apple and placed it on the silver surface that was the inside of the cabinet and closet it before saying the spell that would allow the transport. Now all he could do was to wait before it got sent back by his family. He found himself being bored again and looked around.
He blushed when his eye catched the bed and the memories came to his mind, the moanings and the pleasure and-… He blushed and turned his head away. And then he saw it. The mirror. His stomach turned and knotted itself, but his eyes were fixed on the mirror, as if it was calling for him. But Draco had to know, had to see for himself again.
Why did the mirror show him that when it wasn't what he wanted? He found himself standing in front of the mirror and suddenly the mirror went blurry to later become clear, but now with another image.

It was after the wedding and they were in some sort of small house. He saw himself standing and doing the dishes, his hair barely long enough for the hairstrap that held it back.
"Dad, when is Daddy coming home?" a child asked while pulling his shirt to get attention. He looked down at the boy, blonde hair that matched his own but with other eyes, green ones. Then the door opened and the child screamed, "DADDY!" and ran to greet his father. Harry smiled at the child and picked him up, "Hi, Johnathan! Was it fun today?"
The child laughted and nodded, "Yeah! And Dad taught me how to fly a broom! He say that I am almost better than you!" That comment made Harry smile as he walked with the child in his arms into the kitchen
"We will have to have a competition after dinner then, and Ill win!" He sing-sung the last part before he went to Draco and shared a long kiss with him, bodies pressed close and Jonathan making a 'euuuuuuwww' noise and put his hand over his eyes.
Then the both males started to kiss their sons child before putting him on the floor again, "Go tell your brother that the food will be ready, 'kay?" The child nodded, proud over the face that he got to handle such a big task and ran upstears to share the news about dinner to his brother.

Draco didn't know how many minutes passes but he couldn't look away, his eyes were like glued to the mirror. He had a family of his own, own children!.. And Harry.
But after the anger had passed, he was rather calm, he could see his reflections love to Harry, as if there were one, the kind of love that the books decribed and songs sang about, the kind of love where two becomes one.
He blinked hard as his eyes started to itch, he was almost forgetting to blink. He looked down at his watch and could feel his heart stop, SHIT! It was noon, His lesion started for fifteen minutes ago!

He almost jumped up to his feets, still shocked over the fact that he spent over 6 hours looking at the mirror.
And enjoyed it.


Yaaaaaaaay, Im not dead! Yet.. Heh, I might be after this lazy update though. I like where this story is going but Im sadly too lazy to write *hides behind Draco* It is like 1:20 am here and Word is not my friend, so the spelling might be very weird. Oh, and Im thinking abut adding a chapter in Harrys POV, it will be awesome~

Read and review, and Ill update faster~~ :33 Luv ya all