The Darkness that Dreams Are Made Of
….The Unearthing Of A Bitter Denial…
Harry and Draco entered together, walking side by side, no sign hinting to what had happened earlier. They walked as if their was a wall between them, not speaking to each other, no affectionate gestures, no contact from either side and yet…they seemed so content to have that silence, to have no need for physical contact, to obtain comfort by simply being there for the other.
The room was silent, the two were late for dinner and had missed lunch completely, the rumors were running rampant now, breeding like little bunny rabbits on a warm spring day, and it was none to pretty.
The rumors spread from a simple bet to, dating, a secret affair, and even bondage. These were the heartiest of the rumors but the smallest weakest of the rumors was surprisingly the one most favored by those who were friends with the two, or were friends with.
That rumor is this, and simple as it may seem it is very plausible, that the enemy had put the prospective table's 'hero' under a spell or a curse, or perhaps it was just a bet, they were just rumors after all.
Harry and Draco, upon entering the room, were assailed by the force of schools looks and stares as well as the silence that hung over them like a heavy old mildewed blanket, stinky heavy and extremely uncomfortable.
Suddenly two from the Gryffindor table stood up, and the same time three from the Slytherin; more stood up and soon they began moving towards Draco and Harry.
Draco's eyes grew wide with a sudden realization, Harry's eyes narrowed and his hands bawled up into fists. Draco looked up at Harry for a split second before they reached them, his eyes filled with desperation, he grabbed Harry's wrist holding onto him as tightly as one does their last dieing breath.
Harry blinked once and smiled sadly, twisting his wrist up and out of Draco's death grip. Then sliding his hand back into Draco's and interlacing their fingers, he squeezed Draco's hand once, tears running down both their faces as the two mobs pulled them away from each other.
"No…." Draco whispered.
"I…" Harry started before fading into silence but by that time Draco was already gone, taken down into the Slytherin dungeons and Harry to the portrait of the Fat Lady.