Chapter Three

Harry and Draco awoke at the same time. They gazed into each other's eyes
and knew they had had the same dream, and one soul-searching examination of
Harry's eyes told Draco it was Harry's memory of that night.
Harry was shaking - cold and hot at the same time - fear overwhelming him.
Did Draco know he had killed Lucius? What would he do if he did know?
Draco stood and slowly climbed into Harry's bed, wrapping his arms around
the Gryffindor. Harry snuggled into Draco's shoulder, sobbing softly. Draco
rubbed Harry's back and nuzzled his head in an attempt to comfort him.
"Draco, I killed him," Harry sobbed.
"Voldemort?" Draco asked hopefully.
"No," Harry drew in a deep breath. "Your father."
"I don't care."
"You must have some feelings about it."
"That's what I had thought. But when you bashed his head against that rock,
I felt nothing at all. And when I woke up, I thought and thought, and I
prayed, but still, I didn't feel a thing."
They were silent as Draco held Harry, calming his fears.
"Draco?" Harry asked suddenly.
"Yes?"
"Did - did you tell Madame Pomfery what they had done to me? Or was I
dreaming?"
"I told her. Why?"
"You could have been expelled you know? Veritiserum mixed with Draft of the
Living Dead is obviously a dark mixture."
"Snape was a Death Eater. He knew I knew it form my father. He also knew I
was spying."
"Then I have you to thank for my life. "Harry pulled his head up from
Draco's shoulder and pressed their lips together. "Thank you, my savior,"
Harry murmured as they pulled apart.
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Finis