Chapter 11

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Harry woke up with a gasp, the shock propelling him forwards into a sitting position so fast it hurt. His heart was beating faster than was probably healthy and his mouth was curiously dry. A blanket was wrapped around him tight and he struggled to remove it from around his arms. The feeling of being enclosed in the fabric was making him claustrophobic in his panicked state. As he thrashed and finally freed himself from the restraint, his hand flew out to the side and encountered something very warm and very hard. He gripped it tightly, frantically looking around.

Seeing no imminent danger...or at least not the danger that had been in his dream, he relaxed minutely. Shakily he raised one of his hands to his face and rubbed it wearily. This was really becoming annoying.

His scar was hurting again, scalding his forehead, burning the images into his brain.

Bloody hell that had been awful. Almost exactly the same vision as before...no, dream, he told himself firmly. If he believed it was a dream then he wouldn't be obligated to do something about it.

And he really didn't want to do anything about it.

Snape had been manacled...and then whipped. Harry had been seeing through Voldemort's perspective again. God, it felt like he had been Voldemort. He had felt his sick pleasure when Snape's skin split and bleed profusely. Voldemort had been extremely happy actually, but also furious about something.

Harry wondered if Voldemort's strong emotions broke his Occlumency shields. He squeezed his hands on his sheets tighter. If you thought about it, Voldemort was connected to him. Harry did feel Voldemort's particularly strong emotions in a detached sort of way. Theoretically, because Occlumency didn't work when one was feeling strong emotions, maybe that was why he was having visi- sorry, dreams again.

He was actually feeling a little nauseous from the visi- dream.

Oh why was he kidding himself? Of course it was a vision. He told himself resolutely however, that he wasn't obligated in any way to send help for Snape. He might have been part of the Order once, but he had ruined whatever chance he had with them when he murdered Dumbledore almost...god, 2 years ago?

He'd been fighting for too long.

The point was, whatever trouble Snape had gotten himself in, it definitely wasn't Harry's problem. Not his problem at all.

His hands were actually starting to hurt from being clenched for so long, but Harry couldn't get them to relax for the life of him. They seemed determined to stay in that state, frozen with horror and revulsion.

"Potter" a person next to him unexpectedly drawled. Whatever Harry was clenching with his left hand, also decided to move at that moment. "You're cutting off the circulation to my leg."

Harry jumped slightly, his eyes flying down towards his left hand...and the thigh he was clutching at.

"Oh...I...Jesus...I'm" Harry managed to stutter out incoherently, momentarily baffled by Malfoy's sudden appearance. Well not really sudden considering he must have been there a while actually. He wrenched his hand away and held it at arm's length from Malfoy. "God Malfoy...I...I had no idea you were there!" He said a little more clearly, suddenly engulfed in a big wave of guilt, which just overwhelmed the incredible embarrassment that came with basically groping Malfoy mere inches away from...another certain part of Malfoy's anatomy.

Suddenly as thoughts struck him, worry overcame both of the previous emotions. He calculated the chance that Malfoy could have walked into the room and managed to sit down next to Harry all in the time it took Harry to sit up and fight with his blanket. It was basically impossible, plus Harry would have noticed if Malfoy walked into the room because the door was opposite where Harry had been sleeping.

This, unfortunately, meant that Malfoy had been there when Harry had been dreaming.

If Malfoy had been there since Harry had woken up, he probably knew that Harry had a nightmare. And he'd probably have figured out that it was a bad one considering how sickly Harry knew he looked right now.

Not to mention who didn't know that Harry had visions of Voldemort these days? Malfoy was bound to smell a rat...and then Harry would have to lie to him. He didn't want to do that anymore than he wanted to lie to Ron and Hermione. It oddly felt like betraying a friend...even though Malfoy was more of an ally really. They weren't close enough to be considered friends yet, Harry thought, but they definitely weren't enemies anymore.

Too much had happened for that.

"Clearly" Malfoy replied, an amused expression on his face. He was massaging his thigh slightly, the motion making Harry blush embarrassed; something that made Malfoy smirk widely at him.

Harry expressively told the memory of Draco's thigh underneath his hand, to piss off.

Malfoy's face suddenly got very serious and he peered into Harry's face. "What was that about before, by the way? It looked like you were having a very scary...or maybe very real, nightmare." His tone was quiet but also hard. His silver eyes bore into Harry's.

Harry ducked his head slowly. So Malfoy did know about his visions. Not surprising considering he did use to be one of the Death Eaters. It must be a great laugh amongst the Death Eaters that the Great Harry Potter received headaches and visions from the Dark Lord.

"Nothing, nothing" he denied quickly, "Just a nightmare" He didn't look Malfoy in the eye, but instead opted to look at his shoulder and part of his neck. He was trying to be purposefully rude, he just wasn't sure he could keep it together right now if he looked Malfoy in the face. The vision had really shaken him up. Partly because of their sudden reappearance, but mostly because of the gruesome acts they depicted... Voldemort really didn't like Snape at the moment for some reason.

Again, not Harry's problem. If Malfoy heard that his favourite mentor was being tortured by Voldemort, he would no doubt want the Order to help him. Harry predicted the Order wouldn't receive that idea well. Hell, they barely tolerated Malfoy. And he wasn't the one who actually murdered Dumbledore.

Harry had only flicked his eyes up to Malfoy's for a second before a pressure seized his mind. He grasped his head tightly between his hands, but for some reason couldn't move his eyes away from Malfoy's gaze. Silver eyes were staring unseeingly into Harry's own, and Harry finally realised what was happening.

Almost automatically, he erected strong Occlumency shields around his memories, especially the memories of his last two visions. He didn't manage them quickly enough however, and could feel the memory of the vision drifting to the front of his mind. He used his last alternative, pulling up random memories and pushing them to the front of his mind. They were to be strong memories; memories that contained strong emotions. Against his will, he pushed a memory of Dudley hitting him when he was small to the front of his mind. Then, the memory of Hagrid coming to collect him when he was 11, telling Harry he was a wizard. This was only a distraction technique, which aimed to slow the Legilimens down.

He continued to push memories, now left with only the painful ones like Sirius dying, to the front of his mind. Bit by bit, he spread his hand out in front of him before thinking loudly Expelliarmus! The wandless and wordless spell didn't do what Harry wanted, of course. He'd had no training in wandless spells and only a year in wordless. It did however, blast Malfoy off the couch, breaking the eye contact he had with Harry.

Harry gasped as his mind separated harshly from Malfoy's. His head hurt and there was a curious pain in the middle of his chest, but he ignored those. He shot to his feet, before backing away from Malfoy quickly. He drew his wand from his pocket- he could have done with that earlier- and levelled it at Malfoy's chest. He was lying flat on his back, stunned. Harry wasn't going to help him though. He had performed Legilimency against Harry's will.

"What the hell was that for?" Harry snarled, his wand hand shaking furiously.

Malfoy was starting to get up now, propping himself up on his arms. He was looking a little dazed but also apprehensively at Harry. "I just-"

"You just what?! Wanted to look around my head?!" Harry interrupted loudly. He was shaking with fury. He couldn't believe that Malfoy would do that to him! "Like what you found?" His voice was 

now deathly quiet. Malfoy had seen memories he wouldn't have wanted even Ron and Hermione to see, let alone him. Harry was physically repulsed by what he did. The intrusive feeling of Malfoy pushing into his mind was horrible...and it brought up a lot of memories from Harry's fifth year at Hogwarts.

Snape had done the exact same thing to Harry over and over again. Harry thought he would be able to avoid that now that he could do Occlumency. Apparently he'd been wrong. He honestly didn't know what shocked him the most; the fact that Malfoy could do Legilimency...or that he'd used it on Harry without consent.

"No! It wasn't like that!" Malfoy blurted out suddenly, shooting to his feet. Harry quickly directed his wand at Malfoy again, but he wasn't quite ready to cast any hexes yet. Malfoy put up his hands calmingly but carried on speaking nonetheless. "I didn't know you knew how to do that! Anybody else wouldn't have even realised I was in their head! I just..." he trailed off, looking a little lost.

"You just, what?" Harry prompted, impatiently. He hoped to God that Malfoy hadn't seen any of the visions he'd been having. Malfoy seeing his childhood memories had been bad enough.

Malfoy shifted his feet, obviously feeling uncomfortable. "I wanted to know if you were lying to me. I don't like the fact that you are" he answered quietly. "I didn't think that you were as good at Occlumency as you are. I'm sorry if I hurt you." Malfoy honestly sounded apologetic.

Hesitantly, Harry lowered his wand slowly. He didn't trust Malfoy not to look in his mind again. Now that he knew Harry was lying- and it was obvious considering Harry was so worried he'd used wandless magic to expel Malfoy from his mind- he wouldn't stop trying to find out, what it was.

"Just don't do that again" Harry ordered roughly. He didn't care if Malfoy was doing it because he was worried or the fact that it wasn't supposed to hurt Harry. It did and Harry was going to avoid that ever happening again. He rubbed his head wearily. His head had hurt from the vision and Malfoy's little Legilimency trick had tripled his headache to mammoth proportions.

Malfoy looked up at him seriously. He nodded slowly before giving a small smirk. "I won't, but don't expect me to give up trying to figure out what you're lying to me about." He walked over to Harry, giving him a suspicious look.

Harry, unable to control his actions, flinched away from Malfoy as he came closer. Seeing Malfoy's hurt and stricken expression, he quickly made up an excuse to leave the room and hurried out. He didn't want to be near Malfoy right now. He wasn't scared of him or something stupid like that...he was just apprehensive. Not that he was going to leave Malfoy friendless in the Order headquarters. God no, the Order members like Hestia would tear him apart with Harry as protection. No, he just needed some space.

Yes, that was the word; apprehensive.

As Harry was changing into his pyjamas, he froze suddenly. He didn't remember putting covers on himself...and why was Malfoy sitting next to him when he was sleeping anyway?

How puzzling.

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Chapter eleven for you folks! Hoped you liked. I have also decided that I am going to add another chapter to Curiosity soon so watch this space.