Chapter 6-Believe

Beverly: *sitting in front of soul computer, eyes closed and arms and legs crossed. Words appear on screen as thinks them. She hears a noise and turns around to notice Draco stumbling out of the extra bed she made appear in the soul room.* Morning Drake.

Draco:*nods* Am I dead yet?

Beverly: Drake…I'm not killing you! Not anytime soon anyway.

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            I was talking with Cho, looking out onto the lake when I noticed a strange reflection, the most noticeable colors being blood red, gold and silver. Where had I seen that combination before? Draco! Of course! I looked up and, sure enough, there he was. He was switching in and out of consciousness, which I could easily see without my glasses. My senses are suddenly very attuned. Hmm…I wonder why? What am I thinking? No time now! Why wasn't Draco using his wings? He doesn't seem to care. My pulse quickened and it was hard to breathe. Damn it, Draco, what are you doing? Just when I find, he throws himself to his death. This is not a way to live. If what Snape said is true, I should have wings. I released them. Not as complicated as I thought. It was a funny feeling, though, like if energy was stretched out of my body and solidified. I had to think fast. Think of them as arms. Think of them as arms. Think of them as…oh, what the hell. Here goes. I stretched the limbs and flapped, accidentally creating enough airflow to knock Cho into the lake. That wasn't important right now; she's a good swimmer. I flapped harder and rose into the air. I sped up once I got the hang of it. I rose swiftly, positioned under the falling form, and caught him. God, please don't do this to me. I already have no family. I slowly descended and placed the boy on the grass. I heard if you fall enough, the changing air pressure can cause death of asphyxiation. Please don't die. I noticed my wings glow, like in the dream. Protection… It's not the same as healing and you know it, Harry. I put the huge feathery thing away and I noticed Malfoy's disappear too. Cho came out of the lake, sputtering.

            "What happened? I fell into the lake. I got blown in."

            I sighed wearily. At least I wouldn't have to explain wings.

            "Nothing."

            "Hey…When did Malfoy get here?"

            "When you got pushed in. Don't worry, he didn't do it."

            "Are you sure?"

            I pointed to his blue-tinged temples.

"He's under some kind of freezing spell, and I sure as hell didn't put it there."

She nodded.

"It's going to wear off soon. Could you get Snape please?"

"Sure."

She stood up and ran off to the castle. I heard a sharp inhale and turned around. Draco was breathing, at least.

"Glad you're ok."

He swerved around.

"Potter?"

He looked like he wanted to run the other way…fast.

"Malfoy, what's wrong."

"Nothing. Go away."

"Malfoy…"

He lowered his head.

"You…Cho…"

He turned away, though I notice the usual glimmer in his eyes was gone. What about me and… Oh. I think he took that the wrong way.

"Draco…"

"Stop. Calling. Me. That."

I sounded pained to me.

"I…I…"

He didn't sound very ready to listen to me. And like they say, actions speak louder than words. I went around and sat in front of him. You know what? He looked ready to cry, even though, being a Malfoy and proud of it, I know he never would. Not around people anyway. I moved closer to him and he whimpered.

"Draco…I'm not going to, or trying to, hurt you."

I snaked my arm around his waist and he recoiled.

"Well, you seem to be doing an incredibly good job at it."

Draco Malfoy whispered. He never, ever whispers. Something strange was going through his head and I was going to set it right. I brushed away a bunch of strands that had managed to stray in front of his eyes.

"Please. I can't stand you being afraid of me."

I dragged my hand down his cheek and he let out a strangled cry of despair.

"Let me go. You're just forcing out very resent, very undesired memories."

"See, that's the thing. I don't love Cho."

"What are you talking about? I notice you got your wings when you two started making out."

I lifted his chin and forced him into eye contact. The silver looked gravestone gray, clouds were building, and they looked ready to start a flood. My fault. Again. Always my fault. I seem to be exceptionally good at hurting people unintentionally.

"Yes, that true, minus the making out. But only because I realized no emotions ran through me. Especially compared to the only other kiss I've ever gotten."

Draco's eyes widened and he opened his mouth in shock. I don't know; I found it rather alluring. I was starting to get a few wicked things I could do to him in mind when Snape came along.

"Potter. What did you want?"

I looked over and grinned, just so I could see him get annoyed.

"Well, for one thing, I got my wings. For another, Malfoy was put under some type of freezing spell and thrown off a balcony. 14th floor above the lake. You might want to look into that. And I'm wondering if he should be taken to the hospital wings."

Draco turned to me, surprised.

"How'd you know that?"

"You're temples were ice blue. Besides, you're not really the type to commit suicide."

Snape growled.

"Is that all?"

"All I could think of at the moment, yes."

"Mister Malfoy will be fine."

He narrowed his eyes and stomped off.

"Harry…about the angel business. It only happens in time of need and we're pretty much the world's only hope."

"Drake, They've always told me I'm the world's only hope. At least now I won't have to do it alone."

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Beverly: Be happy, Drake. You're doing way better than me.

Draco: Thanks.

Beverly: You're welcome. I can't make you suffer just because I do.

Draco: Beverly…

Beverly: Don't worry about it. *Harry walks in* (Joey, tell Harry) Oh, and Harry! You could've asked me to let you call Draco, Drake.

Harry: Yeah, yeah. I pick the nickname I want. *grins*

Beverly: *rolls eyes and smiles* Well, you two be happy together. Oh, and Drake…

Draco: I know, I know! Beverly says review to you all