Warning: I have rated the story a PG-13 because there will be an eventual
Harry/Draco slash pairing. So please avoid this fic if you do not like the
idea of a same sex romantic pairing.
Disclaimer: Everything is the property of J.K. Rowling. I'm just a humble dog not even worthy of dusting her shoes.
A/N: Thanks again to Trephinia Cealyn for beta reading this!
Thanks also to MiniMe, Gwen, Laura, ILLK, Ruka-chan, Little Miss Anarchy, Androgyny, Sakurablossom86, Cami, Lovsick, Just someone, Clarkeraven, Kate, Hanna, Claire, nag, Saheen, Soulsister, Goddess, Thalia, AsrtiAnga Traira, Sailor Chibi, Prongs, Evil Windstar, Prophetess of Hearts and Trunks for their reviews.
One more thing. As I've mentioned before, English is not my native tongue so I'm not sure about my grammar, punctuation and the correct spelling of names cause I read the books in translation and the names were written differently. So please e-mail me if you see something that doesn't sound correct.
The Untold Want
Chapter 3: Going to sleep and waking up
He had seen a human heart once.
He had somehow managed to sneak into his father's potion room at the Malfoy Manor. In the middle of the huge oak table, covered with Dark Magic ingredients, dragon scales, cockroach eyes and delicate, transparent grindylow skin he saw the heart, bleeding on a silver tray. It was definitely a human heart, too small to be a dragon's, too red to be a banshee's.
He couldn't remember how old he was at the time, definitely not more than six or seven. The memory was distant and blurred, the more he tried to remember, the more elusive the details became, sliding like grains of sand through his fingers.
But one thing he could remember clearly. How disappointed he was when he realized that the human heart was a mere lump of flesh, a mass of muscle and valves, a web of veins and arteries, a coarse, vulgar organ, clenched like an aggressive fist. 'My heart,' Draco said to himself as the last bottle of beer fell from his hand and smashed noisily on the floor, 'my heart is just a piece of meat that can be chopped up and boiled, or dried and powdered, similar to all ingredients used in magical potions. Quite useful, hard to find, definitely expensive, but nothing more.'
'Mere flesh like this hand.' He raised his left arm and examined the long elegant fingers with the perfectly manicured nails. 'I'm in control of that lump of meat as I'm in control of my hand.' He slammed his fist furiously on the bedside table. Such a fool. Well, the owl was gone now and there was nothing he could do about it. Just crawl into bed before Vincent and Gregory come in and start asking questions.
Harry opened his eyes the merest slit and shut them again instantly, blinded by the morning light. Fireworks exploded, red and green, behind his closed eyelids that ached, red and swollen from yesterday's tears. He rubbed his eyes and sat up, examining the surroundings. The thick velvet drapes shielded him from view, the trunk was packed at the foot of the bed.
He blinked and realization struck him like a knife. He got expelled yesterday, everything was packed and he would have to leave soon. Harry lifted his hand to brush the fringe out of his eyes and then swiftly wiped a tear away. He didn't want to remember what happened after he stumbled back to the Gryffindor tower. The depressing goodbye party the twins had tried to organize. Hermione, crying broken hearted, curled up on the sofa. Ron pacing up and down with trembling hands, concocting bizarre plans to bring Harry back, plans that got more desperate and paranoid every minute that passed by.
He coughed and fumbled with his sheets that had mummified him during the night, trying to stand up. Then something caught his attention. There was an eye, a clear blue eye, that definitely belonged to a member of the Weasley family peaking at him from a slit in the curtains.
He heard a whisper: 'Is he awake?'
Then someone replied: 'Yes!'
And everything changed in a flash.
The drapes were drawn from all sides, the morning sun rushed in, Harry moaned, raising his hand to shield his sore eyes from the light and there was a loud thud as someone landed on the bed. His eyes widened when Ron, who was now on the bed with Harry, hugged him so tight he could hardly breathe and planted a big sloppy kiss on his forehead.
Seamus and Dean were on the bed the next instant, and started jumping up and down on the mattress, hair flying about wildly. 'Watch out!' Harry shouted, when Neville in his yellow polka dot pajamas joined them, but it was too late. The bed caved in and they all landed in a heap of arms and legs on the floor. 'What in Merlin's name is going on?' Harry shouted in panic while struggling to push Neville away who was squeezing himself against Harry, laughing and crying at the same time.
He had to repeat the question a couple of times till finally Seamus took pity in him. He somehow managed to disentangle himself from the rest and stood over Harry shoving a letter under his nose.
'Here! Read this!'
Harry took the piece of parchment and squinted trying to make out the words without his glasses.
To Mr. Harry Potter,
I am pleased to inform you that the decision to expel you from Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry has now been declared invalid.
I have received unshakable written evidence proving your innocence over the unfortunate incident. Therefore you will be allowed to continue your studies and your wand will be returned to you before today's classes.
Sincerely yours,
Albus Dumbledore
P.S Harry, don't ask!
Harry read the letter ten times before he was finally convinced it was real and not some tasteless prank. 'Fawkes brought it half an hour ago!' Ron explained, his eyes beaming. 'Now get some clothes on' he added, throwing Harry his robes. 'I told Herm already about it, she is waiting for us in the common room.'
'So what do you think has happened?' Hermione asked, when the whole morning party madness was finally over and they were sitting at the breakfast table plunging their spoons into their porridge. 'I really don't know.' Harry admitted earnestly. 'I told you everything. Malfoy just fled from the office, then I handed my wand to Dumbledore and I came back and told you the news.'
'I'm sure Dumbledore found a way to convince the Hogwarts Council. I told you we could rely on him Harry, he would never allow you to get expelled just because Malfoy lied.' Ron paused to glance angrily at the Slytherin table. 'Look at him, posing there as if he owns the place. I'm glad someone finally taught him a lesson.'
Harry followed Ron's gaze and looked at Malfoy. Their eyes met challengingly and Malfoy shot him a look of overt hostility, grey eyes sparkling with malice. Then he immediately looked away and smiled at Pansy Parkinson.
The classes proved to be particularly difficult since Harry hadn't studied at all the night before, thinking he would get expelled, so he soon forgot everything and concentrated, struggling to understand. It was only during dinner that he started thinking about the whole matter again.
Ron was making a comment about the fish pie being too salty, when a huge eagle owl came fluttering through the window. Everyone watched it in confusion, the post was usually delivered in the morning, so this had to be something important. There was a flash of red and half of the students gasped in fear. The owl hovered over the Slytherin table for a few minutes before finally dropping the howler in front of Draco Malfoy.
Harry saw Draco's eyes bulging, he seemed completely frozen in fear and then he suddenly grabbed the envelope that had already started to fume and rushed out. The only explanation that Harry was able to offer to Hermione and Ron later, was that he simply didn't think at all. He just stood up and ran after Malfoy.
The corridor in front of him was empty and dark, all classroom doors were shut and Malfoy was nowhere to be seen. Harry walked up and down the corridor a few times and was about to give up and return to the hall to finish his dinner when the voice of Lucius Malfoy drifted, clear and angry to his ears. Harry leaned against the door where the sound had come from, trying to listen. Silence, and then Malfoy's father started screaming:
HOW COULD YOU EMBARASS ME LIKE THAT!... LETTER FROM DUMBLEDORE THIS MORNING WITH A COPY OF YOURS... COULD HAVE DIED OF SHAME... FIRST YOU WANT POTTER PUNISHED... SO HARD TO CONVINCE THE COUNCIL...THEN SAYING THAT YOU LIED!... NO SON OF MINE... WHY DID YOU WRITE TO DUMBLEDORE?... HE WAS GLOATING THE OLD GOAT...
Harry was startled. Malfoy admitted that he lied? The written evidence that Dumbledore mentioned was Malfoy's letter?
JUST GIVE ME A REASON... WHY DON'T YOU WANT POTTER EXPELLED... SIMPLY ABSURD... IF YOU WANT HIM IN HOGWARTS TO PROVE THAT YOU ARE BETTER THAN HIM I HOPE YOU WILL MANAGE TO... I GOT FAR MORE IMPORTANT BUSINESS NOW AND YOU KNOW IT...
A pause.
...JUST DON'T EXPECT A FIREBOLT FOR CHRISTMAS!
Complete silence followed. The ringing in Harry's ears was just starting to go away when suddenly he heard a loud crash. Then another. Then another. Glass was smashed on the floor, heavy objects were thrown against the walls. He could sense on his fingertips, how the door vibrated after every crash. Apparently Malfoy was wrecking the whole room. Harry hesitated for a second, then turned on his heels and fled.
'So... So... Malfoy actually wrote to Dumbledore admitting you didn't push him down the stairs.' Hermione managed to stammer after a long, stunned silence. 'Exactly.' They were sitting in the Gryffindor common room and Harry had just finished his narration.
'Well...' Ron commented, 'then Dumbledore must have somehow threatened or forced Malfoy to do it.'
'This doesn't make sense,' Hermione, the voice of reason, pointed out. 'Malfoy wrote the letter of his own free will, otherwise his father wouldn't have been angry at him.'
'I don't understand,' Ron wondered, scratching his head. 'Why did he lie in the first place then?'
'I don't understand either' Harry admitted. 'It seems that for some obscure reason he wanted me punished but not expelled.'
'Well, he wants you punished cause he hates you. And he doesn't want you expelled because...Oh god!'
'What?' Harry and Hermione asked in unison.
'Because he is planning something worse for you! Perhaps your murder...'
'Nonsense Ron. Not liking someone isn't reason enough to want them dead.'
'It's Malfoy for goodness' sake! His father is a Death Eater! And you've seen the way he always stares at Harry, that arrogant, selfish, good-for- nothing...' Rage flushed Ron's cheeks and he was about to explode into a frenzy of verbal abuse when he noticed Hermione's expression. 'Why the long face?' he asked.
'Sorry, I was just thinking about my wand again' she said darkly, showing them the two pieces of her wand she had managed to stick together with duck tape. 'Imagine being a prefect with this thing!'
'Don't worry!' Harry laughed putting his arm around her shoulders. 'We'll get you a new one from Hogsmeade next week.' 'I think I'll go to bed now,' he added yawning. 'I hope the house-elves have replaced my bed already.'
Something made him wake up. As if he heard someone calling his name in the darkness, his eyes opened wide and his whole body tensed. It took Harry a few moments to realize fully where he was, lying in his new warm bed in the Gryffindor tower. The gentle humming of the other boys calm, regular breaths floated to his ears, soothing him and he signed contentedly, sinking deeper into the covers. Then he heard it again, an abrupt, repetitive sound. Someone was tapping on the window. 'Hedwig,' Harry thought, 'or some exotic bird bringing a message from Sirius.' Filled with excitement, he stood up, grabbed one of the blankets, wrapped it around himself and rushed to the window.
It was cold inside the room too, but the world outside the window seemed to have frozen over. Harry gasped, blinking hard a few times in disbelief. Not it wasn't Hedwig, nor some exotic bird outside the window. A thick mist was swirling over the Forbidden Forest, the stars were chips of ice pinned on the black velvet night. And out there, like something imagined, Draco Malfoy sat on his Nimbus 2001, his silver hair whipped by the wind, watching Harry calmly.
The strangest thing...
He was just looking at Harry, without any hate or malice, but without friendliness either. His face didn't convey any emotion, the grey eyes reflected nothing. He was just hovering out there in the cold night air, a pale ghost, waiting, expecting. The mist enveloped him, fuzzying the outlines of his dark robes, but the chalk white face shone radiant against the night sky.
I'm dreaming...
Harry took a step closer, wrapping the blanket tightly around his body, his mouth was gapping open, strange voices were chanting in his ears. He shivered convulsively as his bare feet touched the cold floor. Malfoy didn't move. Harry cautiously raised his hand and touched the window, trying to comprehend what was going on, to prove that all this was not a strange hallucination. The cold was so intense it burned his fingers as he touched the glass and he flinched, biting his lip. His reaction seemed to have an effect on Malfoy, a stab of some obscure emotion shattered the calm expression.
Not real...
The mouth opened, the lips moved, forming two syllables. Harry did not hear the voice speaking, did not hear the sound of the word Malfoy uttered but he knew it, instantly and completely.
'Har-ry' Draco said.
Haaaaarrryyyy...... Haaaaaaarrrrryyyyyyyyyy......
It was enough to break Harry out of his dazed state and shove him back hard into reality. 'Malfoy' he hissed angrily, 'What do you think you're doing out there?'
'Mpf? What?' Ron mumbled, opening his eyes.
'Nothing Ron' Harry stammered. 'Go back to sleep'
'Sleep, yes....' Ron sighed, turned around and fell asleep immediately.
By the time Harry managed to turn his attention back to the window Draco was gone and there was no sign he had ever been there.
To be continued
Disclaimer: Everything is the property of J.K. Rowling. I'm just a humble dog not even worthy of dusting her shoes.
A/N: Thanks again to Trephinia Cealyn for beta reading this!
Thanks also to MiniMe, Gwen, Laura, ILLK, Ruka-chan, Little Miss Anarchy, Androgyny, Sakurablossom86, Cami, Lovsick, Just someone, Clarkeraven, Kate, Hanna, Claire, nag, Saheen, Soulsister, Goddess, Thalia, AsrtiAnga Traira, Sailor Chibi, Prongs, Evil Windstar, Prophetess of Hearts and Trunks for their reviews.
One more thing. As I've mentioned before, English is not my native tongue so I'm not sure about my grammar, punctuation and the correct spelling of names cause I read the books in translation and the names were written differently. So please e-mail me if you see something that doesn't sound correct.
The Untold Want
Chapter 3: Going to sleep and waking up
He had seen a human heart once.
He had somehow managed to sneak into his father's potion room at the Malfoy Manor. In the middle of the huge oak table, covered with Dark Magic ingredients, dragon scales, cockroach eyes and delicate, transparent grindylow skin he saw the heart, bleeding on a silver tray. It was definitely a human heart, too small to be a dragon's, too red to be a banshee's.
He couldn't remember how old he was at the time, definitely not more than six or seven. The memory was distant and blurred, the more he tried to remember, the more elusive the details became, sliding like grains of sand through his fingers.
But one thing he could remember clearly. How disappointed he was when he realized that the human heart was a mere lump of flesh, a mass of muscle and valves, a web of veins and arteries, a coarse, vulgar organ, clenched like an aggressive fist. 'My heart,' Draco said to himself as the last bottle of beer fell from his hand and smashed noisily on the floor, 'my heart is just a piece of meat that can be chopped up and boiled, or dried and powdered, similar to all ingredients used in magical potions. Quite useful, hard to find, definitely expensive, but nothing more.'
'Mere flesh like this hand.' He raised his left arm and examined the long elegant fingers with the perfectly manicured nails. 'I'm in control of that lump of meat as I'm in control of my hand.' He slammed his fist furiously on the bedside table. Such a fool. Well, the owl was gone now and there was nothing he could do about it. Just crawl into bed before Vincent and Gregory come in and start asking questions.
Harry opened his eyes the merest slit and shut them again instantly, blinded by the morning light. Fireworks exploded, red and green, behind his closed eyelids that ached, red and swollen from yesterday's tears. He rubbed his eyes and sat up, examining the surroundings. The thick velvet drapes shielded him from view, the trunk was packed at the foot of the bed.
He blinked and realization struck him like a knife. He got expelled yesterday, everything was packed and he would have to leave soon. Harry lifted his hand to brush the fringe out of his eyes and then swiftly wiped a tear away. He didn't want to remember what happened after he stumbled back to the Gryffindor tower. The depressing goodbye party the twins had tried to organize. Hermione, crying broken hearted, curled up on the sofa. Ron pacing up and down with trembling hands, concocting bizarre plans to bring Harry back, plans that got more desperate and paranoid every minute that passed by.
He coughed and fumbled with his sheets that had mummified him during the night, trying to stand up. Then something caught his attention. There was an eye, a clear blue eye, that definitely belonged to a member of the Weasley family peaking at him from a slit in the curtains.
He heard a whisper: 'Is he awake?'
Then someone replied: 'Yes!'
And everything changed in a flash.
The drapes were drawn from all sides, the morning sun rushed in, Harry moaned, raising his hand to shield his sore eyes from the light and there was a loud thud as someone landed on the bed. His eyes widened when Ron, who was now on the bed with Harry, hugged him so tight he could hardly breathe and planted a big sloppy kiss on his forehead.
Seamus and Dean were on the bed the next instant, and started jumping up and down on the mattress, hair flying about wildly. 'Watch out!' Harry shouted, when Neville in his yellow polka dot pajamas joined them, but it was too late. The bed caved in and they all landed in a heap of arms and legs on the floor. 'What in Merlin's name is going on?' Harry shouted in panic while struggling to push Neville away who was squeezing himself against Harry, laughing and crying at the same time.
He had to repeat the question a couple of times till finally Seamus took pity in him. He somehow managed to disentangle himself from the rest and stood over Harry shoving a letter under his nose.
'Here! Read this!'
Harry took the piece of parchment and squinted trying to make out the words without his glasses.
To Mr. Harry Potter,
I am pleased to inform you that the decision to expel you from Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry has now been declared invalid.
I have received unshakable written evidence proving your innocence over the unfortunate incident. Therefore you will be allowed to continue your studies and your wand will be returned to you before today's classes.
Sincerely yours,
Albus Dumbledore
P.S Harry, don't ask!
Harry read the letter ten times before he was finally convinced it was real and not some tasteless prank. 'Fawkes brought it half an hour ago!' Ron explained, his eyes beaming. 'Now get some clothes on' he added, throwing Harry his robes. 'I told Herm already about it, she is waiting for us in the common room.'
'So what do you think has happened?' Hermione asked, when the whole morning party madness was finally over and they were sitting at the breakfast table plunging their spoons into their porridge. 'I really don't know.' Harry admitted earnestly. 'I told you everything. Malfoy just fled from the office, then I handed my wand to Dumbledore and I came back and told you the news.'
'I'm sure Dumbledore found a way to convince the Hogwarts Council. I told you we could rely on him Harry, he would never allow you to get expelled just because Malfoy lied.' Ron paused to glance angrily at the Slytherin table. 'Look at him, posing there as if he owns the place. I'm glad someone finally taught him a lesson.'
Harry followed Ron's gaze and looked at Malfoy. Their eyes met challengingly and Malfoy shot him a look of overt hostility, grey eyes sparkling with malice. Then he immediately looked away and smiled at Pansy Parkinson.
The classes proved to be particularly difficult since Harry hadn't studied at all the night before, thinking he would get expelled, so he soon forgot everything and concentrated, struggling to understand. It was only during dinner that he started thinking about the whole matter again.
Ron was making a comment about the fish pie being too salty, when a huge eagle owl came fluttering through the window. Everyone watched it in confusion, the post was usually delivered in the morning, so this had to be something important. There was a flash of red and half of the students gasped in fear. The owl hovered over the Slytherin table for a few minutes before finally dropping the howler in front of Draco Malfoy.
Harry saw Draco's eyes bulging, he seemed completely frozen in fear and then he suddenly grabbed the envelope that had already started to fume and rushed out. The only explanation that Harry was able to offer to Hermione and Ron later, was that he simply didn't think at all. He just stood up and ran after Malfoy.
The corridor in front of him was empty and dark, all classroom doors were shut and Malfoy was nowhere to be seen. Harry walked up and down the corridor a few times and was about to give up and return to the hall to finish his dinner when the voice of Lucius Malfoy drifted, clear and angry to his ears. Harry leaned against the door where the sound had come from, trying to listen. Silence, and then Malfoy's father started screaming:
HOW COULD YOU EMBARASS ME LIKE THAT!... LETTER FROM DUMBLEDORE THIS MORNING WITH A COPY OF YOURS... COULD HAVE DIED OF SHAME... FIRST YOU WANT POTTER PUNISHED... SO HARD TO CONVINCE THE COUNCIL...THEN SAYING THAT YOU LIED!... NO SON OF MINE... WHY DID YOU WRITE TO DUMBLEDORE?... HE WAS GLOATING THE OLD GOAT...
Harry was startled. Malfoy admitted that he lied? The written evidence that Dumbledore mentioned was Malfoy's letter?
JUST GIVE ME A REASON... WHY DON'T YOU WANT POTTER EXPELLED... SIMPLY ABSURD... IF YOU WANT HIM IN HOGWARTS TO PROVE THAT YOU ARE BETTER THAN HIM I HOPE YOU WILL MANAGE TO... I GOT FAR MORE IMPORTANT BUSINESS NOW AND YOU KNOW IT...
A pause.
...JUST DON'T EXPECT A FIREBOLT FOR CHRISTMAS!
Complete silence followed. The ringing in Harry's ears was just starting to go away when suddenly he heard a loud crash. Then another. Then another. Glass was smashed on the floor, heavy objects were thrown against the walls. He could sense on his fingertips, how the door vibrated after every crash. Apparently Malfoy was wrecking the whole room. Harry hesitated for a second, then turned on his heels and fled.
'So... So... Malfoy actually wrote to Dumbledore admitting you didn't push him down the stairs.' Hermione managed to stammer after a long, stunned silence. 'Exactly.' They were sitting in the Gryffindor common room and Harry had just finished his narration.
'Well...' Ron commented, 'then Dumbledore must have somehow threatened or forced Malfoy to do it.'
'This doesn't make sense,' Hermione, the voice of reason, pointed out. 'Malfoy wrote the letter of his own free will, otherwise his father wouldn't have been angry at him.'
'I don't understand,' Ron wondered, scratching his head. 'Why did he lie in the first place then?'
'I don't understand either' Harry admitted. 'It seems that for some obscure reason he wanted me punished but not expelled.'
'Well, he wants you punished cause he hates you. And he doesn't want you expelled because...Oh god!'
'What?' Harry and Hermione asked in unison.
'Because he is planning something worse for you! Perhaps your murder...'
'Nonsense Ron. Not liking someone isn't reason enough to want them dead.'
'It's Malfoy for goodness' sake! His father is a Death Eater! And you've seen the way he always stares at Harry, that arrogant, selfish, good-for- nothing...' Rage flushed Ron's cheeks and he was about to explode into a frenzy of verbal abuse when he noticed Hermione's expression. 'Why the long face?' he asked.
'Sorry, I was just thinking about my wand again' she said darkly, showing them the two pieces of her wand she had managed to stick together with duck tape. 'Imagine being a prefect with this thing!'
'Don't worry!' Harry laughed putting his arm around her shoulders. 'We'll get you a new one from Hogsmeade next week.' 'I think I'll go to bed now,' he added yawning. 'I hope the house-elves have replaced my bed already.'
Something made him wake up. As if he heard someone calling his name in the darkness, his eyes opened wide and his whole body tensed. It took Harry a few moments to realize fully where he was, lying in his new warm bed in the Gryffindor tower. The gentle humming of the other boys calm, regular breaths floated to his ears, soothing him and he signed contentedly, sinking deeper into the covers. Then he heard it again, an abrupt, repetitive sound. Someone was tapping on the window. 'Hedwig,' Harry thought, 'or some exotic bird bringing a message from Sirius.' Filled with excitement, he stood up, grabbed one of the blankets, wrapped it around himself and rushed to the window.
It was cold inside the room too, but the world outside the window seemed to have frozen over. Harry gasped, blinking hard a few times in disbelief. Not it wasn't Hedwig, nor some exotic bird outside the window. A thick mist was swirling over the Forbidden Forest, the stars were chips of ice pinned on the black velvet night. And out there, like something imagined, Draco Malfoy sat on his Nimbus 2001, his silver hair whipped by the wind, watching Harry calmly.
The strangest thing...
He was just looking at Harry, without any hate or malice, but without friendliness either. His face didn't convey any emotion, the grey eyes reflected nothing. He was just hovering out there in the cold night air, a pale ghost, waiting, expecting. The mist enveloped him, fuzzying the outlines of his dark robes, but the chalk white face shone radiant against the night sky.
I'm dreaming...
Harry took a step closer, wrapping the blanket tightly around his body, his mouth was gapping open, strange voices were chanting in his ears. He shivered convulsively as his bare feet touched the cold floor. Malfoy didn't move. Harry cautiously raised his hand and touched the window, trying to comprehend what was going on, to prove that all this was not a strange hallucination. The cold was so intense it burned his fingers as he touched the glass and he flinched, biting his lip. His reaction seemed to have an effect on Malfoy, a stab of some obscure emotion shattered the calm expression.
Not real...
The mouth opened, the lips moved, forming two syllables. Harry did not hear the voice speaking, did not hear the sound of the word Malfoy uttered but he knew it, instantly and completely.
'Har-ry' Draco said.
Haaaaarrryyyy...... Haaaaaaarrrrryyyyyyyyyy......
It was enough to break Harry out of his dazed state and shove him back hard into reality. 'Malfoy' he hissed angrily, 'What do you think you're doing out there?'
'Mpf? What?' Ron mumbled, opening his eyes.
'Nothing Ron' Harry stammered. 'Go back to sleep'
'Sleep, yes....' Ron sighed, turned around and fell asleep immediately.
By the time Harry managed to turn his attention back to the window Draco was gone and there was no sign he had ever been there.
To be continued