Chapter 10-Dreaming awakening

Beverly: Why doesn't anyone believe me when I say I DIDN'T KILL DRAKE?!? *wails*

Draco: Because you did

Bevely: -n't

Draco: Oh, yeah?

Beverly: Yeah! Here, I'll prove it. Though this will be another short chappy

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            Harry woke, lying on his side, warm covers wrapping around his slim form below the shoulder; his wings hung limply behind him. The room was stifling, or so it seemed as the thick curtains were drawn around the bed. He felt a blast of cool air from behind before the drape fell back into place and a presence settled between his wings. He tried to jerk away, but his limbs were still heavy and his mind weary. The most he managed to do was sink deeper into the confines of the many pillows. He perceived the hot breath trickling down his neck from the lips pressed against his flesh and felt he'd betrayed the memory of Draco Malfoy. 'Draco…' He heard a sleepy voice mutter within his mind.

            "Something wrong, love? You're so tense."

            The voice swarmed his head like a drug, twisting into lines told by hundreds of voices, all different and weaving in a incomprehensible head-spinning pattern that made his temples throb. He felt hands kneed his neck, shoulders and upper back gently, but they were faraway, the ghost of a touch pressing against a body that seemed removed from the mind.

            "Relax, it's just me."

            The mind was jerked abruptly back into the body, cleared. The muscles tensed and eyelids shot open, though he saw naught but darkness. However, his third eye proved the voice had been recognized correctly as the aura pulsed against his in the recognizable gold silver and crimson.

            "Drake? But…but that's impossible! I saw you die with my own eyes!"

            The other laughed softly, sending shivers down the dark-haired's spinal cord.

            "I must've forgotten to tell you. Or, actually, wasn't supposed to tell you. Our familiars can't kill any of us, not truly anyway. Your unicorn created the illusion that I was dead. It must be very strong, even my mind believed it."

            Harry groaned and Draco smiled lightly

            "Oh, and by the way, visiting hours are starting in ten minutes, so you might want to hide those wings of yours before anyone else sees them."

            The blond stood up and began to leave. He spun, handed Harry the round glasses that no longer had lenses but that had been kept for the sake of keeping up appearances.

            "What do you intend on telling your friends, Potter?"

            "The truth. You?"

            Draco shrugged as he sat on his own bed, eyes semi closed.

            "The usual. That it's none of their business."

            Harry glanced towards the box of chocolates resting on Draco's bedside table and smiled a bit to himself. 'At least they aren't flowers. And there isn't going to be a funeral. And Draco's still here with me.' He sighed, looking at the other. Draco, seeming to hear Harry's thoughts, raised his head and flashed a reassuring smile.

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Beverly: tooooooooooold you

Harry/Draco: grrrr

Beverly: So the person that saved Harry was Draco. He 'awakened' as soon as Harry figured he was worthless without this particular Angel of Destruction. ~_^ See ya (soon, hopefully)