A/N: Sorry this chapter was meant to be out much sooner, but due to me going away without internet and also finishing my other story I was unable to complete this as fast as I hoped. However I am trying to be organised with this story now, making a timeline and everything as well as setting myself dates on which the next chapter should be posted on. I hope that at least two or three chapters, including this one, will be posted by September.
Thank you for all your comments, I agree drunk Draco is very funny and undignified and I am laughing now as I put my songs on shuffle whilst typing this and Sober by Pink has just come on, ironic or what!
Anyway on with the story as I know most people don't read these notes from the author unless they are funny, which mine aren't.
Hope you enjoy this chapter it was one that I have been back and revised trying to implement the grammar changes that 77DMK77 has suggested, tell me if I have managed it!
Total boffin if you are still reading this I am waiting for any calculation for the pay of Quidditch players that you suggest as in later chapters it may be mentioned and it's easier to change one chapter than it is many.
Also to make something clear, Ginny is more important to Harry than Ron sometimes as he and Ginny went out for nearly a year it is reasonable to assume that they spent nights together so Ginny would know more about Harry's nightmares that Ron would.
Draco groaned, and buried his head further into the soft warmth before him. His head felt as if it was being split open, he moaned again slowly expanding his mind trying to work through the haze that surrounded him. Where was he? In bed. Okay now what happened last night? Draco thought hard, a series of images flashed in front of his mind. Music, Weasley, a whisky bottle, young kids, Harry. Draco stopped, Harry, there was something important there. Harry's face flashed in his mind again, he felt Harry's hand around his body holding him up, his voice muffled and slurred, what was he doing? Telling Harry why he hated him. Draco groaned, what had he done! How was he ever going to live this down. He signed again and decided that he might as well get up now and face the day, without opening his eyes Draco rolled over expecting to feel the edge of the bed instead he began falling landing shocked on the floor below.
"What the?" Draco said confused looking above at the distance that he had fallen.
"Draco are you okay?" Harry asked leaning over the side of the top bunk eyes looking blearily down at Draco, hair more ruffled than usual from sleep.
"What was I doing in your bed?"
"You were drunk last night and you didn't want to be alone." Harry said blushing slightly.
"Right, okay, what happened?"
"Well." Harry leaned over the side of the bed. "You drunk a whole bottle of whisky, and not the cheap stuff either, then you ended up scaring a group of young muggles by professing all your woes to them. Once I found you you started to shout at me, then I dragged you home and you passed out."
Draco processed this for a moment matching up what Harry said to the small snaps of the night that he had in his memory, it seemed to match up so he nodded and lifted himself off the floor slightly before falling back down, head spinning, sickness rising.
"Hey, stay there, I'll get you something to drink." Harry climbed down from the top bunk coungering up a glass and filling it with ice cool water. "Here." Harry handed Draco the glass of cool water. Draco sat up slightly and lent against his bed sipping the cold liquid welcoming.
"Thanks."
"No problem." Harry sat down on the floor next to Draco, a slither of morning light fell across his face. He lifted his hand and tucked a small strand of platinum blonde hair behind Draco's ear. Draco looked up into Harry's green orbs mouth slightly open.
"What are we going to do? Have snatched moments which we keep secret? We both feel something for each other I don't think we can deny it anymore." Harry drooped his hand from where it had come to rest cupping Draco's cheek as Draco looked into his eyes.
"I don't know." Harry looked at the floor, then back at Draco. "I guess we tell them."
"And what do we say?" asked Draco putting his cup of water down on the floor. "What will people say, the Boy Who Lived with Death Eater scum? Yeah because people would really understand that."
"We don't have to tell everyone, just the people who matter first of all."
"Like who? The Weasley's? Granger? I don't think even them would understand what's going on. I don't even understand it, it's fucking insane!" Draco snorted sneering angrily.
"They are not as bad as you think Draco they will accept it even if they don't get it, they want me to be happy." Harry tucked the strand of hair behind Draco's ear again which had become dislodged in his anger.
"Are you saying that I make you Happy?" Draco asked turning to Harry.
"What do you think?" he said before leaning forward and pulling Draco towards him. Draco forgot about his hangover, he forgot about his previous worries, he had even forgotten that neither of them had got rid of their morning breath, the only thing he was aware of was Harry pushing him down onto the floor pinning him down deepening the kiss as he went.
Draco ran his fingers through Harry's hair, marvelling in the sweet sent that was falling off the boy. Harry pulled back from the kiss and continued to run kisses down Draco's neck and down his bare chest. "Harry." Draco moaned closing his eyes against the pleasure he was feeling as Harry's tongue ran over his skin. Harry came back up and kissed Draco hungrily on the mouth., his hand running down Draco's chest tweaking a nibble as it went making Draco gasp into the kiss.
"Harry you okay now, you were a bit strange after the whole Malfoy thing last night sorry about that. You never guess what Ginny said might be going on between the two of you, she said that you..." Ron trailed off as he saw the two boys on the floor in a very intimate position.
"Oh hey Ron." Harry said slowly, taking his hand away from where it had trailed down to the top of Draco's boxers and pushing himself up slightly from the blonde boy. "What are you doing here?"
Ron didn't answer, he just stood there eyes transfixed on the boys on the floor, unseeing. Draco had gone deep red and was desperately thinking of anything but Harry, 'naked Weasley, naked Weasley, okay that's better.'
"Hey what you doing there standing in the doorway and blocking up the hall?" George put his head around the door, his mouth falling open. "Holy fuck Ginny was right, Harry and Malfoy who would have guessed!" Harry took this moment to finally register that he was still pinning Draco underneath him, he pushed himself up into a seating position trying to control his blush. "How long has this been going on?"
"I guess it started a few weeks ago." Harry said quietly not looking at George or Draco who had stood up and walked over to the window not looking at the other Weasley brother.
"Okay, next time you want some fun lock the door first, Ron's never learnt the art of knocking before entering a room. Breakfast's downstairs when you want it, see you later. Come on Ron, down we go that's it, to the place where all the lovely food is kept." George said as he led his brother away from the bedroom door.
"But...But...Harry...Malfoy...Harry and Malfoy..." Ron spluttered pointed into the bedroom.
"I know and aren't you happy for them." George continued to lead Ron to breakfast trying not to burst into laughter at Ron's far away shocked expression.
Harry closed the door behind them as they left. "I think they know."
"You think." Draco snorted rolling his eyes.
"They seem okay about it."
"Except Weasley he couldn't string a sentence together."
"He was probably just shocked, wouldn't you be too if you just saw your apparently straight friend getting off with a guy who also just happened to be his worst enemy for the past six years. And could you start calling them by their names its confusing what Weasley you are talking about."
"You see that's exactly why we shouldn't have these feelings, we have hated each other for years that's nothing to build a relationship on." Draco growled at Harry.
"That's not what you said last night, you said that you have liked me since third year remember."
Draco scoffed. "What does that prove? I was a hormone charged boy that was attracted to someone, so what there have been many others that I have been attracted to, you don't have to like them to be attracted to them."
"So what are you saying that you don't like me, you just like the look of me?" Harry clenched his jaw waiting for Draco's response, his words had cut him deep he really thought that they might have something after last night, in fact if Harry was honest with himself he had been wanting something with Draco since the first night that he had spent in the boy's room he just didn't know how much he would want. "Draco..."
Draco tore his eyes away from Harry's and looked at the floor, he could feel his hangover coming back in full force, this was not the best conversation to have at the moment, he was hazy, and short tempered. "I don't know." He turned away from Harry, walked over to his bed, pulled the bed covers back and got in. Harry stood there dumbstruck before picking up a pair of jeans and a t-shirt off the floor nearest to him and pulling them on. Draco heard the door of their room slam shut and knew that sometime he would have to face up to the question at hand, but now all that he could do was sleep and hope that the answer would come to him.
"Hey Harry, where's Malfoy?" George asked as Harry came down the stairs and into the kitchen.
"In bed." Harry said shortly pulling a plate towards himself and filling it up will the food that was set out for them on the table just noticing how hungry he was as he didn't get to eat last night.
"So you and Malfoy together huh."
"No we're not George, drop it." Harry bit angrily into his slice of toast as George frowned at him.
"Everything okay Harry?"
"Yeah it's fine, now just drop it." He started on his eggs before he noticed Ron who was still sitting motionless eyes transfixed on his plate. "He okay?"
"I think he's just a bit shocked, should come round soon enough though as soon as the food gets too tempting to ignore." Harry nodded and turned back to his own plate glaring all the way through breakfast. George started up a conversation with Charlie when he entered the room and they were soon joined by Percy and Ginny. George didn't bring up the subject of Harry and Draco again that morning as the look he received from Harry when Percy asked about Ron's vacant expression told him point blank that if he was to bring up the subject again then he would be worse off than Voldemort was now.
"Hey Harry." Ginny said coming up to Harry where he was sitting in the garden caught up in deep thought.
"Hey Ginny."
"Enjoying the view I see." She sat down on the cold ground next to him, hitching her legs up to her chest and pulling her scarf more tightly around her neck.
"Yeah something like that." Harry pinched the bridge of his nose against the headache that was springing up; he really should have worn a hat it was getting really cold outside.
"So what's up, why are you out here all alone, moping about like a lost puppy?"
"Nothing." Harry turned to look at Ginny, her eyebrows were furrowed in confusion as he scanned her face. Slowly he lifted his hand cupping her face and lent forward. He caught her lips and kissed her slowly and gently for a few moments before he felt her small hand pushing back on his chest gently pushing him off of her. Harry put his hands in his head. "I'm sorry Ginny, I didn't mean to I was just..."
"Confused?" She finished for him smiling. "I don't mind I understand. Just don't tell Clive about it I don't think he would like me kissing my ex-boyfriend who happens to be the saviour of the wizading world and also an upcoming Quidditch star."
Harry laughed. "Yeah don't worry I won't mention it if you don't tell Dra-" Harry stopped short.
"Who Malfoy, don't worry I won't." Ginny smiled at Harry who smiled weakly back. "Don't worry Harry I don't mind as long as you are happy, so what's going on with the two of you?"
Harry groaned. "I don't know! That's why I came out here to think." They both lapsed into silence looking out over the snowy fields before them. "Do you mind coming to Diagon Ally with me?"
"No why?"
"I erm have some last minute shopping to do."
Ginny laughed. "Come on lets go, one day till Christmas and you still have gifts to buy, what are you missing the thrill of only have seconds left or something?"
"Hey you shut it, it's just something that I've only decide to buy now."
"Oh yeah and who would that be for I wonder." She said smirking.
Harry rolled his eyes. "Let's just go." Harry led the way out of the garden and into the house making a short trip upstairs to get his money bag from his room. He looked over at Draco who was laying in bed asleep snoring lightly. 'I really hope that there was something in what you said last night' was his last thought before he exited the room and travelled with Ginny to Diagon Ally.
"Mmm..." Draco groaned rolling over. His mouth felt dry but other than that he felt fine, he pushed himself up and slowly got out of bed, reaching over and gulping down half the glass of water that was standing by the side of his bed. Draco stood up and stretched. 'Guess I better get changed' he thought grabbing his towel from the side and going for a nice warm relaxing shower. Draco walked downstairs into the kitchen to find the four Weasley brothers sitting round the table playing a game of exploding snap.
"Malfoy you finally up." Charlie said looking up from the game as Draco walked into the room. Instantly Ron and George whipped round to face him.
"Malfoy." Ron growled, he had finally returned to normal about an hour after Harry had left and hadn't said anything about Harry or Draco until faced with one of them, it was as if he had forgotten all about what he had seen until faced with one of them. "You and Harry!" He exclaimed standing up and pointing and accusatory finger at him.
"Sit down Ron." George said, pulling at Ron's sleeve, giving a sidelong look towards Charlie and Percy who were looking at each other confused.
"No him and Harry. You! What did you do to him!" Ron stepped forward and grabbed Draco by the front of his jumper and pulling him towards him. "What the hell have you done to him."
Draco spluttered. "Nothing, what do you think I have done."
"You must have done something, Harry would have never gone near you before."
"Ron leave it out it's none of our business." George dragged Ron's hand away from Draco making him release Draco from his grasp.
"Of course it's our business, I want to know what spell this bugger put by best friend under to make him think that he wants to get into Malfoy's pants!" Ron screamed at George. Percy and Charlie's mouths fell open watching the scene before them in confusion and interest.
"I didn't put him under any spell Weasley." Draco said straightening up his clothes. "And if you don't remember it was me who was pinned to the floor. It was Harry who started this all pinning me to the bloody wall at Halloween, that sodding bastard messing everything up, I was doing just fine till he came along, keeping my head down, just trying to make it through the school year and then hero Potter comes along, and everything changes." Draco finished glaring around at the occupants of the room.
"Now that's something that you don't hear every day." Charlie said breaking the very awkward silence that had descended on the room.
"So he's not under any spell then?" Ron asked staring Draco in the eye still being held back slightly by George.
"No."
"Potion?"
"No." Ron scanned Draco's face as if looking for a hint of a lie on it, he couldn't find one. He gave a short nod of the head turned and walked out of the room past Draco and up the stairs. Draco looked at the others in the room. "What are you looking at?" He asked harshly.
"Dunno, I would have never taken a Malfoy for a poof before, I thought they were too proud." Charlie said scornfully putting his feet up on the table and raising his eyebrows at Draco who glared back.
"No feet on the table." Mrs Weasley said, tapping Charlie's feet as she entered the room.
"Sorry mum." He said removing his feet still glaring at Draco.
"Where are the others? it's time for lunch."
"Ron's upstairs, Harry and Ginny have taken a trip to Diagon Ally." Percy explained.
"Why have they gone to Diagon Ally?" Mrs Weasley asked flicking her wand and making a loaf of bread fly across the room.
"To get a few last minute things I think." George answered his mother.
"Okay then, can one of you get Ron down here please."
"Sure will do." George said getting up and walking out the room. "Hey, Ron." He called through the door of Ron's room knocking once and opening the door.
"What?" Ron said turning his head towards George from where he was lying on his bed.
"It's time for lunch." George said coming into the room.
"Hum." Ron answered without making a move of getting up. George sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed.
"I don't like it anymore than you do Ron, but it's Harry's choice."
"I know, it's just why Malfoy! And since when was Harry gay." Ron sat up a defeated look on his face as he pleaded for George for answers.
"I don't think Harry was ever entirely straight, I just don't think he knew that about himself. He's only ever been out with two girls and they are the only ones that he has ever shown an interest in before despite being surrounded by good looking girls who were willing to fling themselves at him for nearly his whole life. Maybe he was just being a nice guy and not using them or maybe he just wasn't interested in any of them, I don't know. But I do know that he likes Malfoy, and who knows the war may have changed him, he may not be such a git anymore." George chuckled as Ron rolled his eyes.
"So what should I do big brother full of wisdom?" he asked sarcastically.
"Oh I don't know, be nice, don't bring it up and don't attack him maybe." Ron rolled his eyes again. "Look if Harry wants this then let him, he needs to be happy, forget about him and Ginny that's never going to happen, it was a short lived romance. Harry wouldn't be doing this if he didn't think it was right like it was going somewhere, he knows how you feel about Malfoy he would not put you're friendship on the line unless it was something that meant the same or more to him."
"So I grin and bear it then."
"I think that's the best thing that you can do." George shrugged, Ron nodded and pushed himself up off his bed.
"Better go eat, will need all the strength that I can get not to punch in that stuck up face of his."
"That's the spirit." George said cheerfully slapping Ron on the back as they walked out of the room and down to lunch.
Harry was wondering the streets of Diagon Ally with Ginny next to him who was pointing to a variety of different windows suggesting things that Harry could buy. Diagon Ally after the war had returned to its former glory, the streets were filled with shoppers moving from shop to shop in that pre-Christmas buzz, eagerly looking for that last minute gift or collecting orders for the following day. The shops were decorated with frosted windows, lantern lights were floating along the streets and there was the soft chimes of Christmas songs playing from the doorways from all the shops.
"Ooh how about this." Ginny said excitedly dragging Harry over to a window of a jewellery shop and pointing at a small round pendent hanging from a leather chord. "It would really suit him."
Harry scrutinised it. "There's just something not right about it though."
Ginny sighed. "That is what you have said about every single thing we have looked at we have been here for over two hours and have not come close."
"I know I'm sorry, it's just I really want something that he would like."
"Harry you don't have to get him the best gift in the world, when we were going out you paid for everything thing, including the stuff that I wanted to buy for myself, and for my birthday and Christmas you brought me the most beautiful diamond earrings and that rare jewel necklace. You are too generous Harry." Ginny smiled at him. "I love the gifts and so does everyone else but you don't need to be so extravert."
"Gin you know that when I was growing up that I had nothing, second hand clothing five sized too big, a cupboard as a bedroom, and all the rest and I never had enough money for a chocolate bar. Now I have more that I know what to do and I want to thank those that have been there for me."
"Harry I'm not saying that it's bad I'm just saying that you don't need to go overboard all the time."
"I promise I won't okay." Harry smiled. "Come on I could do with something to eat, all this shopping has made me hun..." Harry stopped talking noticing something in the window across the street. Leaving a confused Ginny behind him Harry walked over to the other side of the street as if in a trance a manic smile on his face. "Of course."
"Harry what?" Ginny came over and noticed what Harry was looking at. "You can't be serious. I said don't be extravert."
"I'm not." Harry said grinning and ignoring Ginny's complaints he walked into the crowded shop.
"Merlin help that boy's vaults when he is in love." she took one last look at the window before following Harry inside the shop to make sure he didn't buy anything else.
That night at dinner the mood surrounding the burrow was one of awkwardness. Draco was refusing to talk to anyone, and Ron refused to talk to Harry as he was too angry and confused to think of anything to say, Harry and Ginny were talking to each other resulting in Draco sending them jealous glares, George and Charlie were making jokes about Draco and Harry which everyone but Mr and Mrs. Weasley got who were blissfully unaware of the situation that the occupants of the house were in. By the time Harry went upstairs to bed Draco was already in bed pretending to be asleep as Harry entered.
Harry sighed and got ready for bed, remembering that it was Christmas the next day and knowing him he would be up early and needed to get some sleep. Harry's peaceful sleep was interrupted by a blinding pain in his skull.
He was walking down a long dark corridor, there was nothing but the quite footfalls of himself as he walked. Something as going to happen, he knew it something terrible. He walked through the door at the end of the corridor and ended out on to a field bathed in moonlight, fire sprang up from around enclosing him in, and there out of the darkness came figures, ghostly figures, his parents, Sirius, Mad Eye Moody, Lupin and Tonks. They came to him from across the field heads flopped down. "No" he said as more came, surrounding him, enclosing him in, and there out of the darkness came a figure dressed in black robes, a talk thing figure with pale skin, red eyes, a wand in hand.
"Harry Potter there's no escape now." Said the figure.
"You don't have to do this." Harry pleaded falling to his knees.
"Oh but I do, I have to do this."
"Why." Harry pleaded again felling his breath contracting and become iced as the hundreds of figures around him closed in towards him.
"Because he told me to." The black robed man extended his fore arm to reveal the dark mark burning black upon the skin. "He's calling to me." he raised his wand. "Crucio"
Harry screamed as the figure of Draco Malfoy stood before him unrelenting in his torture a grimace upon his face as Harry writhed in pain on the floor.
"Harry wake up, Harry WAKE UP" Harry was sat up, covered in cold sweat, breathing deeply, wide eyed. He turned towards the person that had woken him and jumped away from the hand that was reaching out towards him trying to comfort.
"You." Harry said delirious from the dream.
"Yes it's me." Draco said confused. Harry grabbed Draco's left arm a pulled it forward turning the arm over so that the forearm faced upwards, there was nothing but pale white skin. "What are you doing."
"Where is it?" Harry said searing the arm running his fingers up the skin that rested there.
"I put a glamour spell on it. Why do you want to see it?"
"You, you, he told you to..." Harry eyes darted to Draco's face, who was looking frightened by Harry erratic behaviour.
"You had a bad dream, I woke you up."
"I need to tell Dumbledore." Harry jumped down from his bed, pushing past Draco and going over to the desk and pulling out parchment and a quill digging through the doors to find a vial of ink.
Draco watched as Harry searched frantically, becoming more afraid by the second. "Harry Dumbledore's dead."
He stopped his searching frozen. "He is, yes."
"Do you want some water or something?" Draco asked not daring to approach Harry in case he startled him.
"Ginny, where is she?"
"Erm... in her room I assume, what's going on?"
"Nothing, just stay here." Harry bounded out of their room down the stairs to Ginny's room that was just across from where Charlie was sleeping. He crept into the room closing the door quietly behind him and went over the Ginny's bed. "Ginny, wake up." Harry said tapping Ginny's shoulder gently.
"Hum...Harry...what are you doing here?" She asked rubbing her eyes and sitting up in bed.
"I had a nightmare." Harry said sitting down on the end of her bed and related what he had dreamt of.
"So you dreamt that Malfoy became a Voldemort look alike and was then sent to you by him to torture you."
"Yes." Harry said his worried felling increasing as Ginny looked at him worriedly in the dark of her room. "And I felt as though there was pain from my scar again, there wasn't but it felt so real that I thought it was."
Ginny processed this for a few moments before reaching out and holding her friends hand in hers. "Oh Harry, you had the exact same dream just a week after Voldemorts death, only it was me who was in Malfoy's place, remember. And you know what the psychotherapist said from St. Mungo's." Harry shook his head, Ginny sighed. "You were a wreck that week; all that you had been through was coming out you hadn't had proper time to really grieve through all those years and then everything hit you at once. They said that it was likely that you would suffer from shock and nightmares, and you would put those who you care for in positions where they would be the ones hurting you instead of him. Remember that dream you had about Ron, and then the one about Hermione, you wouldn't speak to them for days you were so worried. But Harry you have to realised that there is nothing of fact in those dreams, nothing, everything is false, it's just what remains from the experience of going though everything that you have been through."
"But the mark, on his arm, I've seen it, all black and moving." Harry shivered. "What if it still connects to him?"
"Harry he's dead, gone, never going to come back, not this time not ever. And Malfoy...Draco...he may have the dark mark but he didn't want it, you know that."
Harry nodded his head and the put it in his hands sobbing quietly. Ginny rubbed his back softly as he cried, the doctors had told them they Harry would suffer some sort of mental scaring, this was shown though his dreams. The week after the war Harry was restless, unable to sleep without screaming or pain, Ginny had spent many nights trying to get him to sleep or having to wake him up in the middle of them to stop the screaming. They brought him to St Mungo's for testing and Harry was placed on a variety of potions for a month, and he had been to counselling, as had most of them. He was recovering, and by the time that he went to school he was able to go weeks without a nightmare, few had seen him that week where he could hardly converse with others and only the people closest to him knew about it.
"Draco must think I'm mental!" Harry moaned looking back at Ginny his eyes red from the tears he shed.
"He doesn't I'm sure of it, but he is probably confused."
"What am I going to tell him?"
"I'll explain for you once I have I'll come and get you if you want to go back there, or you can stay here if you want."
"Okay. Thank you Ginny." Harry said smiling at her warmly.
"Don't worry, I'll be back soon." Ginny picked up her slippers from the floor and put them on her feet to protect them from the cold floor. She walked quietly up the stairs and to Harry and Draco's room.
Draco was left there as Harry ran off to see Ginny in totally confused by what was going on, he had head Harry cry out in his sleep, he was writhing this way and that on the bed, Draco had woke him up and instead of Harry coming to like last time he had woken up deranged and erratic, wanting to see his arm and accusing him of something before running out of the room with no explanation. There was a soft knock at the door, Draco rushed over to it and opened it hoping to find Harry there, but was disappointed when he saw Ginny standing there.
"Can I come in?"
"Yeah." Draco moved aside for her to come in, she went and sat down on the bed watching Draco as he closed the door and turned to face Ginny in the half light of the room that was being cast out from the small bed side lamp that he had lit when he had woken Harry.
"I guess you would like to know what's going on." Draco could just nod. "Okay, sit down and I will tell you." Draco walked over to the desk and sat down and the chair across from Ginny who took a deep breath before starting. "The week after the war Harry was unavailable for comment for most of it, he spent that week in a kind of sleepless trance, hardly talking, unable to eat and hardly able to sleep and when he did he suffered from nightmares. This was because everything that he had been though had caved in on him. Harry, despite what he said, never believe that he would live though the battle and so never really looked past Hogwarts other than planning a future to hunt dark wizards in case Voldemort had not been destroyed by his graduation. He had never grieved properly for those that he had lost as he was not allowed much time before another one was taken from him. he always lived in fear of those closest to him being taken from him and being used as bait like Sirius had been. But that is another story." Ginny paused for a moment to get her tired thoughts in order.
"As I'm sure you can realise by this after he had defeated Voldemort he realised that he had his whole life. For the first couple of days he was fine, that's when he testified at the trials. After that it all crashed down on him, everything and he became this shell. Every night he would have the same dream with different people in it, bodies of those that he had lost on the ground or floating around him surrounding him, and then out of the darkness would come one of his remaining friends sent to kill and torture him by Voldemort. He was so scared, he wouldn't talk to Ron and Hermione for days in fear of what they might do, he dreamt of me doing the same thing and would not come near me either. In the end we took him to St Mungo's and he was seen to, sent to counselling and put on a series of potions. That was his summer spent getting over it."
"I had no idea, he seemed fine." Draco said shock evident on his face, his eyes filled with tears at the pain that Harry must have been through.
"By the time school arrived he was better, we had become really close though the time but that made us like brother and sister so we broke up. Tonight was the first night that Harry has had that dream for months, and you were the one that was sent to him from Voldemort, but it was harder this time as before Harry knew that the others did not have the Dark Mark on their arm and therefore could come to the terms of the dream not being true quickly, but you have it."
"That's why he wanted to see it."
"Yes. Can I." Ginny said reaching out her hand slowly towards Draco's arm. Draco looked at her for a long moment before picking up his wand and removing the glamour charm that he had placed over it.
"I can't place the charm upon it for over a week as the dark magic just eats though and burns the magic away so I just keep it bandaged up most of the time but this week I placed it on the mark, I didn't want to make everyone more uncomfortable that they were already."
"That was thoughtful." Ginny said examining the mark which had a long think scar running the length of it down. Draco feared that she was going to ask about it, but she didn't she just ignored it.
"So what do I do now?" Draco asked talking back his arm and reaching into his bag for the bandage which he magically wrapped around his forearm sealing it shut with his wand.
"Talk to him about it, he's calmer now." Ginny stood up and walked towards the door opening it slightly she turned back to Draco and looked at him quizzically. "What's going on with you two, why were you not talking earlier?"
Draco sighed and rubbed his face with his hands. "Ron walked in on us making out and I guess I freaked, I said that we should have feelings for each other and that a relationship would never work, and he asked if I liked him, I was hung over and irritable and told him I didn't know and left it at that."
Ginny nodded. "You boy's are so stupid sometimes, just talk it out okay." And with that she left the room and shut the door and a Draco that was confused for the second time that night.
"Harry." Ginny said softly to him when she entered her room. "Malfoy knows what's going on now okay, you can go up it fine, I saw the mark, its sunk into the skin and not on the top as it was in your dream, it's all fine."
"Thanks Ginny." Harry said pulling her into an affectionate hug before quietly going back to his room. "Draco."
"Harry, you okay now?" Draco asked coming closer to Harry as he entered.
"Yeah I'm fine, it was just, well Gin explained didn't she." Draco nodded and Harry sat down on Draco's bed who sat down next to him too watching Harry worriedly. "I'm just so scared that he's going to come back and use someone I love against me."
Draco ignored the possible meaning of that sentence and decided that now was not the time to think about the use of the word love. "You better now though, he's not coming back its fine you are safe." Draco reached his hand out and rand his fingertips along Harry's cheeks in a light caress.
"What about us?" Harry said turning towards Draco. "What do you want to do about that."
Draco sighed, and tore his eyes from Harry. "Once Christmas is over and you leave for Grimmauld place I'm going back to Hogwarts, I think we both need some time away to think about things."
Harry nodded. "Yes, okay I understand. We better get to bed." Harry lent forward slight as if to kiss Draco goodnight but then decided against it as he pulled back and stood up, climbing up to the top bunk. Draco laid in bed for a while thinking through everything that he had learnt about Harry everything that he knew was between them. It was late by the time that the two boys managed to fall soundly to sleep.
A/N: Okay sorry no Christmas yet, but this needed to be longer to include this bit about Harry and how he was after the war. Hope you enjoyed it! Will update soon! Promise this time!!!