I'm back people! Sorry it took so long, but I'm back and kicking, time to
get serious about this story. And finally, you will have the answer to the
slash-issue, and I'm hoping most of you will be satisfied with my decision.
Notification: Thanks for all the reviews, you guys know how to make a girl happy, and I know there was someone complaining on my swearing; so I apologise, I guess I just see Draco as a person who has that nasty habit. I don't wanna change my published chapters, but I can lay off the swearing from no on instead. Thanks for reading.
And so, I got talked into naming the chapter:
DRACO'S COMFORT
"You're spending the night at Draco Malfoy's?!" Ron was standing towered over Harry who was kneeling on the floor, throwing some clothes into a bag.
"I have no other choice, Dumbledore has made up his mind about this. Besides," Harry threw a glance at the sunset in the window. "It's getting dark outside, and you'll be pretty much safer without me sleeping in the same room." He stood up and threw the bag over his shoulder. Ron looked like as if he was going to explode. Hermione was standing in a dark corner, leaning against the wall as she studied Harry carefully.
"Is Draco to be trusted this way?" She asked simply, without any disbelief in her voice. Harry sighed.
"I think so. Dumbledore seem to have taking a trusting to him, and so have I. I know he's a total pain in the ass, but when it comes to times like these he just want to be at help."
"Okay then. Take the dagger with you, and stay on your guard. At least tomorrow we will have Aurors stationed at Hogwarts." Hermione stepped up to Harry and kissed him quickly on the cheek. Then she left.
Harry turned his gaze to the pillow on his bed. He stepped over to it and drew out a silver dagger from underneath it. A dagger Remus Lupin had given him a couple of months ago. It was charmed to break threw the thickest skin of a dragon if so be it.
Harry had been sleeping with it underneath his pillow ever since, it made him feel safe, almost as if Remus was there to protect him as well.
He carefully placed in his bag and turned around to face a very frustrated looking Ronald Weasley.
"Don't make this so hard, Ron." Harry said, noticing Ron was blocking his way to the door. Ron pressed his lips together.
"I don't trust him."
"Well, I can't trust him either, I trust no one. I don't have the luxury of trusting a single person on this earth right now, I barely trust myself anymore." Harry pushed his way pass Ron and opened the door.
"Just stay alive until the morning comes and everything will be al right." He said before closing the door behind him and making his way to the dark dungeons.
~Knock, knock~
"WHAT NOW?" Draco roared from his seat in front of the fire. Apparently, destiny itself had made up its mind not to let Draco finish this book. Ever.
Silence.
"I said what do you WANT!" Draco threw the book aside, stood up and jerked the door open.
Harry was standing there, staring right back at Draco, who actually dropped his jaw to the floor. You see, Harry was not wearing his usual black school robes, not even a thick sweater made by Weasley's mother. No, he stood there in a pair of black jeans hanging on his hip and a thin white T-shirt. Without his glasses on one might even think he looked quite attractive.
*Well, well, I have to admit that - no, I won't admit anything like that, not even to myself.*
"Feeling a little lonely tonight are we?" Draco threw out and quickly turned away from Harry's face. He went back to sit in front of the fire and picked up his book.
"Uhm... Not really, didn't Dumbledore explain this to you?" Harry stepped in and closed the door behind him. Draco eventually found the page he was reading and started from the top.
"Unfortunately... yes, he did. He even conjured a nice little mattress over there in the corner, and just so you know, that's were you will be sleeping tonight. The bed is mine."
Harry stood there for a while and looked at Draco from behind as the blond started reading and ignored him completely.
"Obviously." Harry shrugged. He walked over to the mattress and threw his bad upon it. He sat down on it and started unpacking the few things he needed for the night: His wand, which he placed on the floor next to the mattress, the dagger was hidden under the pillow, and the glasses were put next to the wand.
He threw a glance at Draco in front of the fire. *Oh dear god, this is going to be a long night...*
Draco came out of the bathroom holding a toothbrush, Harry recognised it to be the same toothbrush he had used the other morning in Draco's dorm.
"I figured you might be too busy saving the world to actually care about your teeth, so I saved you a toothbrush." Draco shoved it in Harry's face. Harry stared at it. Draco was right, he did forget to bring his toothbrush, but...
"Wasn't this your toothbrush?" Draco withdrew a comb from his back pocket and started combing his hair backwards looking nonchalant.
"Not any more, I've started using another one since Saturday."
"So what's deal, you're some kind of germ-freak?" When Harry said this, Draco turned to face him with an arrogant smirk.
"Only when it comes to Gryffindor-germs." He hissed, raising an eyebrow to look smug. Harry did a grimace, and then Draco started laughing.
"It was joke, for Christ's sake! What's the matter with you?" Harry stared at the laughing Draco Malfoy.
"What's the matter with me? What about you? You're not the guy who usually crack up a joke about Gryffindor-germs!" Now Draco was laughing even harder.
"I mean... You must be the last person I expected to even own a sense of humour!" Harry continued, looking confused, meanwhile Draco's laughing was filling up the whole room.
"Stop it, you're killing me!" He choked and grabbed his own ribcage.
"Geez, is this what they call Slytherin humour..." Harry got up from his mattress and brought the toothbrush with him into the bathroom. Inside he put it next to Draco's toothbrush on the sink, and started changing into the short and shirt he was going to sleep in.
Draco came in to the bathroom when Harry was brushing his teeth. The blond picked up the other toothbrush from the sink and stared at it for a moment.
Then he stared at Harry through the broken mirror.
"What?" Harry managed to ask without spilling white lather all over his shirt.
Draco raised the toothbrush he was holding and looked evil.
"You - took - the - wrong - brush." Harry's eyes narrowed as he studied the toothbrush Draco was holding, it looked just like the one he was using.
"No way, man. And how would you know, they look about the same." Draco looked at the toothbrush he was holding.
"Oh believe me, I know. Christ, can't I keep a single toothbrush to myself anymore?" He sighed and placed some toothpaste on Harry's brush and started brushing.
"Why, we're practically making out..." Harry giggled, still trying to keep the white lather on the inside of his mouth. Draco stopped brushing immediately and stared at Harry, then he laughed again and shook his head at him.
When they were finished brushing their teeth, Draco waited for Harry to comb his hair. He was standing leaning against the doorpost, looking at Harry as he was trying to comb his messy hair.
"Are you waiting for something?" Harry asked, looking at Draco through the mirror.
Draco pointed at Harry and smiled.
"I just remembered, I have a surprise for you." Harry stopped combing his hair, and let the comb hang in his black locks.
"A surprise? What could that be, a group of Death Eaters hiding in your closet?"
Draco stepped up to Harry and dragged him out of the bathroom.
"You're catching up on the Slytherin humour." He placed Harry in the middle of the room. "Stand completely still, and close your eyes." Draco ordered and took a step back.
"I don't like the feeling of this." Harry warned. Draco gave him a wicked grin, he grabbed a scarf hanging on the bookshelf and tied it across Harry's eyes.
"Let's just see if you like the feeling of this." He whispered in his ear, before leaving him standing blindfolded on the middle of the floor.
Harry heard Draco shuffling around with something, and then things went quiet.
He could hear steps coming closer, and then a pair of hands reached into his hair and untied the scarf again. It fell to the floor, and Harry opened his eyes and turned around to face Draco.
The room was empty.
"Draco?" He turned around again, but by the looks of it, he was completely alone in the bedroom.
"Feel ahead of you." A voice said. Harry reached out a hand with hesitation. Then he felt another hand grab his wrist, even though he didn't see anything. The hand guided his own hand forward until it made contact with soft fabric.
"Feels familiar?" The voice asked.
The fabric moved in closer, and another invisible hand reached up and untangled the comb from Harry hair and dropped it on the carpet.
Harry let his fingers travel across the silky material, until he reached a place where he could feel a warm breathing coming from underneath it. Draco's breathing.
Harry grabbed the fabric and drew it from the boy's shoulders. Draco was standing in front of him, and sliding away from his body was the Invisibility Cloak. Harry let it flow through his hands as he turned it over several times to just stare at it.
"I thought I had lost it on the balcony..." He whispered. Draco nodded.
"That's where I found it."
Suddenly, a knock was heard from the door, and professor Snape's voice broke the silence.
"Mr Malfoy and Mr Potter, the lights will go out in one minute, try to get some sleep." Then the door opened and Severus' face came into view. "Is everything under control?" He asked, sounding a little confused seeing both boys standing three feet from each other dressed in shorts and pyjamas shirts.
Harry nodded nervously, and Draco explained: "Everything's under control here, professor, I'll contact you the second something happens."
"Very well, goodnight to you then." Snape closed the door and disappeared down the hall.
Harry turned back to face Draco.
"He's back from spying at Voldemort's meeting?" Draco nodded simply while making his way over to the bed.
"But..." Harry followed him with his eyes. "Doesn't that mean that the meeting is over, that - that their plans might be put into action tonight?" Draco climbed onto his four-poster and buttoned up his white silk-shirt.
"Don't jump to any conclusions, I propose you go to bed now and try to get some rest." In the same second, the dim light in Draco's bedroom went out, and complete darkness filled the air. Harry made his way to the mattress and covered himself with a blanket.
Draco was sleeping peacefully, until a muffled groan coming from the corner of the room reached his ears. He turned over and opened his eyes. It was still dark outside; it must have been about two o'clock. He turned over to lie on his side and saw the dark shadow of Harry twisting and turning on the mattress. He was whispering strange words and throwing himself from side to side. He seemed to be having a nightmare.
Draco laid still and watched as Harry finally calmed down and ended up lying on his back with the blanket left on the floor. Everything was quiet for a moment and then quiet sobs started escaping Harry's mouth. Draco was just about to go back to sleep when he realised Harry was crying. What kind of nightmare was this? Draco sat up on his bed and took a closer look at Harry lying in the corner. He was both sobbing and letting out quiet pleads of mercy while grabbing the sheets so hard his knuckles turned white.
Draco climbed out of bed and sneaked over to the matters and kneeled next to the sleeping Harry.
"Harry...?" He touched his shoulder carefully. "It's just a dream, wake up." What else could he do? He knew that the reaction of being woke up in the middle of a nightmare could put the person into chock. Harry sobbed even more violently and started scratching with his hands in the empty air in front of him, as if he was trying to defend himself from something that wasn't really there.
Draco sat down on the mattress and grabbed Harry's hands.
"No...! Help me - someone... they're... coming." Harry's crying softened a bit as he felt two arms wrap around his chest and gently holding his hands down. Another body pressed up against him from behind, and suddenly he felt calm. The dream started to fade away. Soft fingers wiped away the salty tears from his face as the arms to pull him in even closer.
"Sch... you're safe, it's just a dream." Someone whispered in his ear.
Harry's eyes shot open, in less then a second he ripped himself from the person's embrace and stumbled to his feet, holding out the silver dagger in front of him.
Draco quickly got to his feet as well when he saw what Harry was holding.
"Woah, take it easy!" Draco raised his hands forward and Harry made a swing with the dagger and forced Draco to take a step back. The very edge of the dagger left a thin cut across Draco's left arm. He stared at long line of blood and then looked at Harry.
Harry's eyes were still hazy from not yet letting the dream leave his mind. His shirt was almost on its way of falling from his shoulder were he stood swaying on his feet, narrowing his eyes at Draco.
"Harry, it's me... Draco." Draco took a step closer, and Harry's grip around the dagger tightened. "Just... Draco. Remember?" Harry's eyes slowly widened and became glass clear as a last single tear escaped them.
"Was it..."
"A dream. Just a bad dream." Draco stepped up to him and carefully lowered Harry's hand and laid the dagger aside. Harry was still breathing heavily, blinking and staring at Draco. He saw the thin line of red on the boy's arm. He was suddenly very aware of the darkness surrounding them.
Draco lowered Harry's hand until it hung by his side, and then led him over to the bed. His bed. He let Harry lay down on the four-poster, and was about to retreat to the mattress when Harry wouldn't let go of his hand.
Draco turned around to meet Harry's eyes.
"Stay with me." He whispered, barely making himself heard. Draco climbed into the bed and wrapped his arms around Harry again without saying a word.
"My scar hurts so much, I wish I could just make it all go away."
Harry leaned his head against Draco's chest curled up his entire body in his embrace.
"I'm scared." Draco buried his face in Harry's hair and felt the smell of rain and dirt and soap at the same time.
*I'm scared too, Harry.* Draco though as he felt shivers rushing up his spine when Harry's hands moved on his back. *You're the one who's scaring me... and this feeling...*
"Aren't you scared?" Harry whispered.
Draco closed his eyes. "Terrified..."
Harry lifted his head and looked into Draco's eyes, looking bewildered. He had thought Draco would be the only one not to be scared tonight.
"Really?"
Draco leaned in closer and barely whispered:
"You have no idea."
Harry could've expected Draco to do just about anything at that moment, he had surprised enough the last few days, but little did he know what Draco was doing.
"Does it hurt much?" Draco asked quietly, tracing his fingers along the bandages on Harry's forehead. Harry nodded slightly.
"Try not to think about it..." He leaned in and let his lips only just nudge Harry's bottom lip. Harry's eyes widened and he stared at Draco, who was lying still, letting his hot breath tickle Harry's lips. They kissed again, at first with hesitation, and then with growing desire of body- contact.
When Harry pulled away, Draco opened his eyes and searched his face for an expression.
"Oh." Harry let out.
"Oh what....?" Draco whispered, looking into his eyes. A small, weak smile spread on Harry's lips as he saw Draco's face in the dim moonlight spreading from the window.
"Nothing." He mimed silently, and kissed him with all the courage he managed to conjure. He felt Draco smile against his lips, and his hand slid around Harry's neck. Then his tongue brushed against Harry's lips... and Harry forgot. He forgot about the pain.
Coming up: Don't ask me, I don't have a clue!!! As Harry said in chapter three; it's a one-day-at-a-time thing!
R-E-V-I-E-W
Notification: Thanks for all the reviews, you guys know how to make a girl happy, and I know there was someone complaining on my swearing; so I apologise, I guess I just see Draco as a person who has that nasty habit. I don't wanna change my published chapters, but I can lay off the swearing from no on instead. Thanks for reading.
And so, I got talked into naming the chapter:
DRACO'S COMFORT
"You're spending the night at Draco Malfoy's?!" Ron was standing towered over Harry who was kneeling on the floor, throwing some clothes into a bag.
"I have no other choice, Dumbledore has made up his mind about this. Besides," Harry threw a glance at the sunset in the window. "It's getting dark outside, and you'll be pretty much safer without me sleeping in the same room." He stood up and threw the bag over his shoulder. Ron looked like as if he was going to explode. Hermione was standing in a dark corner, leaning against the wall as she studied Harry carefully.
"Is Draco to be trusted this way?" She asked simply, without any disbelief in her voice. Harry sighed.
"I think so. Dumbledore seem to have taking a trusting to him, and so have I. I know he's a total pain in the ass, but when it comes to times like these he just want to be at help."
"Okay then. Take the dagger with you, and stay on your guard. At least tomorrow we will have Aurors stationed at Hogwarts." Hermione stepped up to Harry and kissed him quickly on the cheek. Then she left.
Harry turned his gaze to the pillow on his bed. He stepped over to it and drew out a silver dagger from underneath it. A dagger Remus Lupin had given him a couple of months ago. It was charmed to break threw the thickest skin of a dragon if so be it.
Harry had been sleeping with it underneath his pillow ever since, it made him feel safe, almost as if Remus was there to protect him as well.
He carefully placed in his bag and turned around to face a very frustrated looking Ronald Weasley.
"Don't make this so hard, Ron." Harry said, noticing Ron was blocking his way to the door. Ron pressed his lips together.
"I don't trust him."
"Well, I can't trust him either, I trust no one. I don't have the luxury of trusting a single person on this earth right now, I barely trust myself anymore." Harry pushed his way pass Ron and opened the door.
"Just stay alive until the morning comes and everything will be al right." He said before closing the door behind him and making his way to the dark dungeons.
~Knock, knock~
"WHAT NOW?" Draco roared from his seat in front of the fire. Apparently, destiny itself had made up its mind not to let Draco finish this book. Ever.
Silence.
"I said what do you WANT!" Draco threw the book aside, stood up and jerked the door open.
Harry was standing there, staring right back at Draco, who actually dropped his jaw to the floor. You see, Harry was not wearing his usual black school robes, not even a thick sweater made by Weasley's mother. No, he stood there in a pair of black jeans hanging on his hip and a thin white T-shirt. Without his glasses on one might even think he looked quite attractive.
*Well, well, I have to admit that - no, I won't admit anything like that, not even to myself.*
"Feeling a little lonely tonight are we?" Draco threw out and quickly turned away from Harry's face. He went back to sit in front of the fire and picked up his book.
"Uhm... Not really, didn't Dumbledore explain this to you?" Harry stepped in and closed the door behind him. Draco eventually found the page he was reading and started from the top.
"Unfortunately... yes, he did. He even conjured a nice little mattress over there in the corner, and just so you know, that's were you will be sleeping tonight. The bed is mine."
Harry stood there for a while and looked at Draco from behind as the blond started reading and ignored him completely.
"Obviously." Harry shrugged. He walked over to the mattress and threw his bad upon it. He sat down on it and started unpacking the few things he needed for the night: His wand, which he placed on the floor next to the mattress, the dagger was hidden under the pillow, and the glasses were put next to the wand.
He threw a glance at Draco in front of the fire. *Oh dear god, this is going to be a long night...*
Draco came out of the bathroom holding a toothbrush, Harry recognised it to be the same toothbrush he had used the other morning in Draco's dorm.
"I figured you might be too busy saving the world to actually care about your teeth, so I saved you a toothbrush." Draco shoved it in Harry's face. Harry stared at it. Draco was right, he did forget to bring his toothbrush, but...
"Wasn't this your toothbrush?" Draco withdrew a comb from his back pocket and started combing his hair backwards looking nonchalant.
"Not any more, I've started using another one since Saturday."
"So what's deal, you're some kind of germ-freak?" When Harry said this, Draco turned to face him with an arrogant smirk.
"Only when it comes to Gryffindor-germs." He hissed, raising an eyebrow to look smug. Harry did a grimace, and then Draco started laughing.
"It was joke, for Christ's sake! What's the matter with you?" Harry stared at the laughing Draco Malfoy.
"What's the matter with me? What about you? You're not the guy who usually crack up a joke about Gryffindor-germs!" Now Draco was laughing even harder.
"I mean... You must be the last person I expected to even own a sense of humour!" Harry continued, looking confused, meanwhile Draco's laughing was filling up the whole room.
"Stop it, you're killing me!" He choked and grabbed his own ribcage.
"Geez, is this what they call Slytherin humour..." Harry got up from his mattress and brought the toothbrush with him into the bathroom. Inside he put it next to Draco's toothbrush on the sink, and started changing into the short and shirt he was going to sleep in.
Draco came in to the bathroom when Harry was brushing his teeth. The blond picked up the other toothbrush from the sink and stared at it for a moment.
Then he stared at Harry through the broken mirror.
"What?" Harry managed to ask without spilling white lather all over his shirt.
Draco raised the toothbrush he was holding and looked evil.
"You - took - the - wrong - brush." Harry's eyes narrowed as he studied the toothbrush Draco was holding, it looked just like the one he was using.
"No way, man. And how would you know, they look about the same." Draco looked at the toothbrush he was holding.
"Oh believe me, I know. Christ, can't I keep a single toothbrush to myself anymore?" He sighed and placed some toothpaste on Harry's brush and started brushing.
"Why, we're practically making out..." Harry giggled, still trying to keep the white lather on the inside of his mouth. Draco stopped brushing immediately and stared at Harry, then he laughed again and shook his head at him.
When they were finished brushing their teeth, Draco waited for Harry to comb his hair. He was standing leaning against the doorpost, looking at Harry as he was trying to comb his messy hair.
"Are you waiting for something?" Harry asked, looking at Draco through the mirror.
Draco pointed at Harry and smiled.
"I just remembered, I have a surprise for you." Harry stopped combing his hair, and let the comb hang in his black locks.
"A surprise? What could that be, a group of Death Eaters hiding in your closet?"
Draco stepped up to Harry and dragged him out of the bathroom.
"You're catching up on the Slytherin humour." He placed Harry in the middle of the room. "Stand completely still, and close your eyes." Draco ordered and took a step back.
"I don't like the feeling of this." Harry warned. Draco gave him a wicked grin, he grabbed a scarf hanging on the bookshelf and tied it across Harry's eyes.
"Let's just see if you like the feeling of this." He whispered in his ear, before leaving him standing blindfolded on the middle of the floor.
Harry heard Draco shuffling around with something, and then things went quiet.
He could hear steps coming closer, and then a pair of hands reached into his hair and untied the scarf again. It fell to the floor, and Harry opened his eyes and turned around to face Draco.
The room was empty.
"Draco?" He turned around again, but by the looks of it, he was completely alone in the bedroom.
"Feel ahead of you." A voice said. Harry reached out a hand with hesitation. Then he felt another hand grab his wrist, even though he didn't see anything. The hand guided his own hand forward until it made contact with soft fabric.
"Feels familiar?" The voice asked.
The fabric moved in closer, and another invisible hand reached up and untangled the comb from Harry hair and dropped it on the carpet.
Harry let his fingers travel across the silky material, until he reached a place where he could feel a warm breathing coming from underneath it. Draco's breathing.
Harry grabbed the fabric and drew it from the boy's shoulders. Draco was standing in front of him, and sliding away from his body was the Invisibility Cloak. Harry let it flow through his hands as he turned it over several times to just stare at it.
"I thought I had lost it on the balcony..." He whispered. Draco nodded.
"That's where I found it."
Suddenly, a knock was heard from the door, and professor Snape's voice broke the silence.
"Mr Malfoy and Mr Potter, the lights will go out in one minute, try to get some sleep." Then the door opened and Severus' face came into view. "Is everything under control?" He asked, sounding a little confused seeing both boys standing three feet from each other dressed in shorts and pyjamas shirts.
Harry nodded nervously, and Draco explained: "Everything's under control here, professor, I'll contact you the second something happens."
"Very well, goodnight to you then." Snape closed the door and disappeared down the hall.
Harry turned back to face Draco.
"He's back from spying at Voldemort's meeting?" Draco nodded simply while making his way over to the bed.
"But..." Harry followed him with his eyes. "Doesn't that mean that the meeting is over, that - that their plans might be put into action tonight?" Draco climbed onto his four-poster and buttoned up his white silk-shirt.
"Don't jump to any conclusions, I propose you go to bed now and try to get some rest." In the same second, the dim light in Draco's bedroom went out, and complete darkness filled the air. Harry made his way to the mattress and covered himself with a blanket.
Draco was sleeping peacefully, until a muffled groan coming from the corner of the room reached his ears. He turned over and opened his eyes. It was still dark outside; it must have been about two o'clock. He turned over to lie on his side and saw the dark shadow of Harry twisting and turning on the mattress. He was whispering strange words and throwing himself from side to side. He seemed to be having a nightmare.
Draco laid still and watched as Harry finally calmed down and ended up lying on his back with the blanket left on the floor. Everything was quiet for a moment and then quiet sobs started escaping Harry's mouth. Draco was just about to go back to sleep when he realised Harry was crying. What kind of nightmare was this? Draco sat up on his bed and took a closer look at Harry lying in the corner. He was both sobbing and letting out quiet pleads of mercy while grabbing the sheets so hard his knuckles turned white.
Draco climbed out of bed and sneaked over to the matters and kneeled next to the sleeping Harry.
"Harry...?" He touched his shoulder carefully. "It's just a dream, wake up." What else could he do? He knew that the reaction of being woke up in the middle of a nightmare could put the person into chock. Harry sobbed even more violently and started scratching with his hands in the empty air in front of him, as if he was trying to defend himself from something that wasn't really there.
Draco sat down on the mattress and grabbed Harry's hands.
"No...! Help me - someone... they're... coming." Harry's crying softened a bit as he felt two arms wrap around his chest and gently holding his hands down. Another body pressed up against him from behind, and suddenly he felt calm. The dream started to fade away. Soft fingers wiped away the salty tears from his face as the arms to pull him in even closer.
"Sch... you're safe, it's just a dream." Someone whispered in his ear.
Harry's eyes shot open, in less then a second he ripped himself from the person's embrace and stumbled to his feet, holding out the silver dagger in front of him.
Draco quickly got to his feet as well when he saw what Harry was holding.
"Woah, take it easy!" Draco raised his hands forward and Harry made a swing with the dagger and forced Draco to take a step back. The very edge of the dagger left a thin cut across Draco's left arm. He stared at long line of blood and then looked at Harry.
Harry's eyes were still hazy from not yet letting the dream leave his mind. His shirt was almost on its way of falling from his shoulder were he stood swaying on his feet, narrowing his eyes at Draco.
"Harry, it's me... Draco." Draco took a step closer, and Harry's grip around the dagger tightened. "Just... Draco. Remember?" Harry's eyes slowly widened and became glass clear as a last single tear escaped them.
"Was it..."
"A dream. Just a bad dream." Draco stepped up to him and carefully lowered Harry's hand and laid the dagger aside. Harry was still breathing heavily, blinking and staring at Draco. He saw the thin line of red on the boy's arm. He was suddenly very aware of the darkness surrounding them.
Draco lowered Harry's hand until it hung by his side, and then led him over to the bed. His bed. He let Harry lay down on the four-poster, and was about to retreat to the mattress when Harry wouldn't let go of his hand.
Draco turned around to meet Harry's eyes.
"Stay with me." He whispered, barely making himself heard. Draco climbed into the bed and wrapped his arms around Harry again without saying a word.
"My scar hurts so much, I wish I could just make it all go away."
Harry leaned his head against Draco's chest curled up his entire body in his embrace.
"I'm scared." Draco buried his face in Harry's hair and felt the smell of rain and dirt and soap at the same time.
*I'm scared too, Harry.* Draco though as he felt shivers rushing up his spine when Harry's hands moved on his back. *You're the one who's scaring me... and this feeling...*
"Aren't you scared?" Harry whispered.
Draco closed his eyes. "Terrified..."
Harry lifted his head and looked into Draco's eyes, looking bewildered. He had thought Draco would be the only one not to be scared tonight.
"Really?"
Draco leaned in closer and barely whispered:
"You have no idea."
Harry could've expected Draco to do just about anything at that moment, he had surprised enough the last few days, but little did he know what Draco was doing.
"Does it hurt much?" Draco asked quietly, tracing his fingers along the bandages on Harry's forehead. Harry nodded slightly.
"Try not to think about it..." He leaned in and let his lips only just nudge Harry's bottom lip. Harry's eyes widened and he stared at Draco, who was lying still, letting his hot breath tickle Harry's lips. They kissed again, at first with hesitation, and then with growing desire of body- contact.
When Harry pulled away, Draco opened his eyes and searched his face for an expression.
"Oh." Harry let out.
"Oh what....?" Draco whispered, looking into his eyes. A small, weak smile spread on Harry's lips as he saw Draco's face in the dim moonlight spreading from the window.
"Nothing." He mimed silently, and kissed him with all the courage he managed to conjure. He felt Draco smile against his lips, and his hand slid around Harry's neck. Then his tongue brushed against Harry's lips... and Harry forgot. He forgot about the pain.
Coming up: Don't ask me, I don't have a clue!!! As Harry said in chapter three; it's a one-day-at-a-time thing!
R-E-V-I-E-W