Author's Note: J.K. Rowling didn't actually create Harry Potter solely for
me, ok? I admit it, sheesh. But moving on, I do like to play with him...
god I need help. But, here you go, a new chapter. Hopefully this one will
be less filled with my stupidity showing through in miss types. And by the
way, I just had a nightmare about everyone hating my story, sigh. Oi, kill
me *is a bit shaken up*. Lol, going on. Leave a review, constructive ones
are awesome. And if there is a miss type or something that I do that just
drives you insane, please tell me what and I'll fix it.
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Draco listened in on the friends' conversation quietly. Laughing inwardly, Draco realized how ironic this situation was. Everyone abandons me except the people I've been cruelest to...
"Draco, you alright? You seem tired.", Hermione asked, placing her hand on his shoulder before quickly pulling it away. An awkward expression flashing across her face.
"Um, yes. I just didn't sleep very well last night...", Draco said , surprising himself with his honesty. Draco pondered about Hermione's concern about him, and even the physical touch. Didn't she hate him? Why were things so different?
"Oh, I have some suggestions about sleeping potions if you need them.", Hermione stated.
"That's ok, Granger. I don't handle sleeping potions very well.", Draco chuckled, this statement all too true.
"I haven't been sleeping well either, Malfoy. I think its the weather. That castle is so stuffy at night.", Harry said softly. Surprising Draco and himself with this sudden comment.
"Yeah, it has been.", Draco replied, inwardly noting this was the first thing Harry had said during the walk. Draco was looking over Harry when he stumbled over a rock in the path.
"Woa, some one's clumsy.", Hermione said, raising an eyebrow,
"Well, not all of us are perfect...", Draco began, jumping to his defense.
"Calm down Ferret, I mean Malfoy. It was just a joke.", Ron said, clapping Draco on the shoulder.
Draco frowned, but it quickly vanished. Instead it was replaced with a blush of embarrassment. "Sorry, not use to joking I guess..."
Harry tried to turn his stare away from the cute expression of confusion on Draco's face. Harry bit down on his lip, trying to keep from smiling. He had to stop staring at him, or else Draco would notice.
"Potter, if you don't stop biting your lip..."
"He'll bite it off!", Hermione finished Draco's statement. "I completely agree Draco. I've been trying to tell him for weeks." Hermione was silenced from a sudden death glare from Harry, a blush spreading over the bridge of his nose.
"Well, we all get annoying habits that are hard to break.", Draco added in, not noticing the silent threat Harry was giving Hermione.
Suddenly Ron pulled Harry a bit to the side, a confused expression flashing over his features. "How did Malfoy know about your lip?", Ron whispered Harry's exact thoughts. Harry shrugged , looking over at the Hermione and Draco talking, they hadn't noticed Harry and Ron going off to the side.
"It was a bit weird.... Kind of like that show you were telling me about... Oh what is it called?"
"This is not at all like Pet Psychic Ron!", Harry laughed, shaking images of the show out of his head. The group reached Hagrid's cabin and began going through their bag to get out their books.
"Malfoy, I hate to ask, but is everything ok?", Harry asked, a some what worried look on his face.
"Yeah, we couldn't help but notice this morning at the table...", Hermione added in, flashing a small, sad smile of comfort.
"Oh, um, nothing to worry about there.", Draco replied, looking around nervously. This was weird, why were they concerned about him. Was this some trick?
Harry ducked his head, toeing the dirt with his shoe. "We were worried. You know, Malfoy, we haven't gotten along so well in the past..." , at this Draco laughed at Harry's description of the past years.
"But if you're ever willing to talk, or need help, we can be here for you if you want us to be.", Hermione finished Harry's statement, noticing that Harry was at a lost of words. Ron scoffed behind her but kept quiet. Draco stared at them for a few moments, his emotions unreadable .
"Thanks?"
"No problem. The only thing I ask is though that you call me Hermione. I don't like being known by a surname, its weird."
"Formal..", Harry added.
"Just call me Weasely....", Ron warned, causing Draco to chuckle.
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"Draco..."
"Yes Professor Snape?", Draco said sitting in Snape's office. Lunch had finally came and Draco now regretted agreeing to meet up with the potions teacher.
"I know what's going on Draco. I know you no longer have a home, a family. If I could, I would invite you to stay with me. But I'm still under cover with Voldemort and it wouldn't do having some one he isn't quite pleased with staying with me."
"Its ok Professor, I have money. I can get a flat or something..."
"No Draco, it isn't safe. You have to do more than just lay low right now. You need a safe place to go to out side of Hogwarts."
"Like go into hiding... Where do you suggest?",Draco asked nervously.
"You will be staying at the headquarters of OOTP this summer break. Until we can get something else worked out, that is."
"Yes sir."
"Draco, remember we're all ready to support you. Don't worry about what can happen...."
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Supper finally came after a long day of either being questioned or being ignored by fellow students. Draco didn't sit exactly by him self this time. But there was only Blaise, and that wasn't a feeling Draco was use to. Only having one person to talk to when he usually felt more comfortable sitting quietly in a conversation of others. Draco's appetite had resurfaced though, and he managed to eat all the food he piled on his plate.
Afterwards, Draco managed to walk up to his dorm with out too many bump ins with angry Slytherins. Draco carried his things into the bathroom. Staring at the floor, Draco stepped out of his clothes and into the shower. Several minutes passed, namely soaking in the hot water. As Draco reached for the shampoo though, hands suddenly came out of no where and pushed him to the ground. Draco slipped, his face hitting against the wall as he fell. Draco sat up, cradling the side of his face confused. Crabbe and Goyle stood above him (fully clothed, thank god) cracking their knuckles.
Draco glanced down at his palm, which was covered in blood. He looked back up at the two boys, his body trembling slightly.
"We've been instructed to inform you that you should remain quiet. If you tell of our Lord's plans, there will be punishment..", Crabbe said calmly as Goyle suddenly punched Draco's jaw. Goyle grabbed Draco by the neck as Draco called out, holding him against the shower wall. "Do you understand our message?", Goyle said, chucking against his ear. Draco nodded silently, closing his eyes.
He didn't know how long he laid there after the other two had left. Draco opened his eyes, scanning around the empty bathroom wall. Draco punched the shower wall, cursing those two idiots. Pulling himself up from the floor, Draco cradled his fist against his chest. He turned off the water and dried off, throwing on his pajamas. Walking past his reflection, Draco noticed a bruise blossoming around a small gash on his cheek. Draco's wet hair fell around his face. Draco smirked angrily at his reflection before walking out of the bathroom. Quickly closing the curtains around his bed, Draco tried to fall asleep.
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Harry was looking for something in his dream, but for some reason he couldn't remember what. Just the urge that it was important kept him going. He'd walked through so many hallways and passages he no longer knew what part of the castle he was in. He guessed close to the dungeons because of how cold it was.
"Why are you here, Potter? Why are you in my dreams?", a voice suddenly broke into Harry's train of though. Harry jumped in the darkness, unable to see who it was.
"Malfoy?"
"Who else?", Draco said coldly, stepping into a ray of moonlight coming from one of the rare windows.
"I was just..."
"Tell me Potter! Why are you here? God, why do I dream about you...", Draco asked out loud, his fist clenched together in front of him.
"You answer first Malfoy! Argh! This is ridiculous. Its just a dream, you're just a dream, just my imagination...", became Harry's self mantra.
"Merlin, who ever said dreams gave answers was an idiot!", Draco turned away from him, walking into the darkness. Harry stepped forward, unsure of what to do. A voice growled up ahead "Come on Potter...". Harry shivered but jogged up ahead to catch up with him.
Harry looked around the foreign hallway trying to recognize something. Draco suddenly pulled him into an unused class room that had a single torch burning by a table in it. A book lay open on the table, the torch's light striking around it. Harry lingered in the doorway as Draco sat down at the table and began reading, completely absorbed in it.
"Malfoy, why am I here? Why did you want me to come?", Harry asked, wanting his dreams for once to make sense or have some meaning. Draco looked up at him frowning. Harry looked away when he suddenly noticed the swelling on Draco's face and neck. He was barely recognizable. Draco was pale and smooth. Not the bruised, unsteady presence in front of him.
"Why can't dreams be simple...", Draco murmured, his eyes traveling over Harry's face. Draco studied the other's boy's expression, his own frown becoming more apparent. "I guess we all like company in our dreams Potter... even our nightmares."
"I don't know why you're here Potter. Now be a good little dream boy and don't act like that." , Draco noted the disdained look on Harry's face.
"Like what?"
"Like you're real or something, damn't! Asking questions, being all "sad". Why can't this just be happy?? Not so fucking real...there is no escape from life, is there? No escape, everything is so real...", Draco yelled, flinging the book towards the wall. Draco buried his had head in his arms.
"No, no escape Malfoy..."
"go away, Go Away, GO AWAY!", Draco suddenly yelled. Harry jumped, turning away from Draco.
Suddenly Harry was being shaken awake. Harry coughed, trying to wake up. "I'm up, I'm up!"
"Harry, what's wrong? You were shouting. Something about escaping...", Ron sat next to his best friend on the bed. Ron brushed the hair from Harry's face, trying to sooth his obviously disturbed friend. Suddenly Harry sat forward into Ron's arms, shaking against his chest. Ron pulled Harry into an embrace, surprised at how cold he felt.
"Ron, tell me about your dreams. What are they like? What happens in them?", Harry asked, his voice cracking.
"Why Harry, what is it?"
"Please Ron, just tell me..."
So Ron began telling Harry all he dreamt. Inwardly worried about his friend, Ron tried his best to comfort the obviously shaken boy. Ron talked on as Harry shivered against him, listening silently. Ron continued telling Harry random thoughts throughout the very early morning. Talking about Quiditch and things like Hermione. Harry sat quietly, nodding occasionally. Harry eventually fell back asleep, Ron layed him back on his bed, pulling the sheets up around him.
Walking quietly back over to his bed, Ron went over what all had happened. He couldn't blame Harry for having nightmares. He just wished there was some way he could help. Seeing his friend like this frustrated him. Even though he didn't like the idea, maybe he should talk to the Ferret. Malfoy, I mean, Malfoy... Not tell him Harry was might be madly in love with him or anything like that though. Just to find out more about Malfoy. For Harry, yeah, he might be able to put up with the git for Harry. Even if he didn't understand why Harry liked the boy ...
(there you go . Hope it was ok, maybe mediorce at least. A lot happened in this chapter and I hope it all made sense. It would be awesome to get reviews, generally nice ones make me feel great. thank you, joy)
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Draco listened in on the friends' conversation quietly. Laughing inwardly, Draco realized how ironic this situation was. Everyone abandons me except the people I've been cruelest to...
"Draco, you alright? You seem tired.", Hermione asked, placing her hand on his shoulder before quickly pulling it away. An awkward expression flashing across her face.
"Um, yes. I just didn't sleep very well last night...", Draco said , surprising himself with his honesty. Draco pondered about Hermione's concern about him, and even the physical touch. Didn't she hate him? Why were things so different?
"Oh, I have some suggestions about sleeping potions if you need them.", Hermione stated.
"That's ok, Granger. I don't handle sleeping potions very well.", Draco chuckled, this statement all too true.
"I haven't been sleeping well either, Malfoy. I think its the weather. That castle is so stuffy at night.", Harry said softly. Surprising Draco and himself with this sudden comment.
"Yeah, it has been.", Draco replied, inwardly noting this was the first thing Harry had said during the walk. Draco was looking over Harry when he stumbled over a rock in the path.
"Woa, some one's clumsy.", Hermione said, raising an eyebrow,
"Well, not all of us are perfect...", Draco began, jumping to his defense.
"Calm down Ferret, I mean Malfoy. It was just a joke.", Ron said, clapping Draco on the shoulder.
Draco frowned, but it quickly vanished. Instead it was replaced with a blush of embarrassment. "Sorry, not use to joking I guess..."
Harry tried to turn his stare away from the cute expression of confusion on Draco's face. Harry bit down on his lip, trying to keep from smiling. He had to stop staring at him, or else Draco would notice.
"Potter, if you don't stop biting your lip..."
"He'll bite it off!", Hermione finished Draco's statement. "I completely agree Draco. I've been trying to tell him for weeks." Hermione was silenced from a sudden death glare from Harry, a blush spreading over the bridge of his nose.
"Well, we all get annoying habits that are hard to break.", Draco added in, not noticing the silent threat Harry was giving Hermione.
Suddenly Ron pulled Harry a bit to the side, a confused expression flashing over his features. "How did Malfoy know about your lip?", Ron whispered Harry's exact thoughts. Harry shrugged , looking over at the Hermione and Draco talking, they hadn't noticed Harry and Ron going off to the side.
"It was a bit weird.... Kind of like that show you were telling me about... Oh what is it called?"
"This is not at all like Pet Psychic Ron!", Harry laughed, shaking images of the show out of his head. The group reached Hagrid's cabin and began going through their bag to get out their books.
"Malfoy, I hate to ask, but is everything ok?", Harry asked, a some what worried look on his face.
"Yeah, we couldn't help but notice this morning at the table...", Hermione added in, flashing a small, sad smile of comfort.
"Oh, um, nothing to worry about there.", Draco replied, looking around nervously. This was weird, why were they concerned about him. Was this some trick?
Harry ducked his head, toeing the dirt with his shoe. "We were worried. You know, Malfoy, we haven't gotten along so well in the past..." , at this Draco laughed at Harry's description of the past years.
"But if you're ever willing to talk, or need help, we can be here for you if you want us to be.", Hermione finished Harry's statement, noticing that Harry was at a lost of words. Ron scoffed behind her but kept quiet. Draco stared at them for a few moments, his emotions unreadable .
"Thanks?"
"No problem. The only thing I ask is though that you call me Hermione. I don't like being known by a surname, its weird."
"Formal..", Harry added.
"Just call me Weasely....", Ron warned, causing Draco to chuckle.
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"Draco..."
"Yes Professor Snape?", Draco said sitting in Snape's office. Lunch had finally came and Draco now regretted agreeing to meet up with the potions teacher.
"I know what's going on Draco. I know you no longer have a home, a family. If I could, I would invite you to stay with me. But I'm still under cover with Voldemort and it wouldn't do having some one he isn't quite pleased with staying with me."
"Its ok Professor, I have money. I can get a flat or something..."
"No Draco, it isn't safe. You have to do more than just lay low right now. You need a safe place to go to out side of Hogwarts."
"Like go into hiding... Where do you suggest?",Draco asked nervously.
"You will be staying at the headquarters of OOTP this summer break. Until we can get something else worked out, that is."
"Yes sir."
"Draco, remember we're all ready to support you. Don't worry about what can happen...."
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Supper finally came after a long day of either being questioned or being ignored by fellow students. Draco didn't sit exactly by him self this time. But there was only Blaise, and that wasn't a feeling Draco was use to. Only having one person to talk to when he usually felt more comfortable sitting quietly in a conversation of others. Draco's appetite had resurfaced though, and he managed to eat all the food he piled on his plate.
Afterwards, Draco managed to walk up to his dorm with out too many bump ins with angry Slytherins. Draco carried his things into the bathroom. Staring at the floor, Draco stepped out of his clothes and into the shower. Several minutes passed, namely soaking in the hot water. As Draco reached for the shampoo though, hands suddenly came out of no where and pushed him to the ground. Draco slipped, his face hitting against the wall as he fell. Draco sat up, cradling the side of his face confused. Crabbe and Goyle stood above him (fully clothed, thank god) cracking their knuckles.
Draco glanced down at his palm, which was covered in blood. He looked back up at the two boys, his body trembling slightly.
"We've been instructed to inform you that you should remain quiet. If you tell of our Lord's plans, there will be punishment..", Crabbe said calmly as Goyle suddenly punched Draco's jaw. Goyle grabbed Draco by the neck as Draco called out, holding him against the shower wall. "Do you understand our message?", Goyle said, chucking against his ear. Draco nodded silently, closing his eyes.
He didn't know how long he laid there after the other two had left. Draco opened his eyes, scanning around the empty bathroom wall. Draco punched the shower wall, cursing those two idiots. Pulling himself up from the floor, Draco cradled his fist against his chest. He turned off the water and dried off, throwing on his pajamas. Walking past his reflection, Draco noticed a bruise blossoming around a small gash on his cheek. Draco's wet hair fell around his face. Draco smirked angrily at his reflection before walking out of the bathroom. Quickly closing the curtains around his bed, Draco tried to fall asleep.
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Harry was looking for something in his dream, but for some reason he couldn't remember what. Just the urge that it was important kept him going. He'd walked through so many hallways and passages he no longer knew what part of the castle he was in. He guessed close to the dungeons because of how cold it was.
"Why are you here, Potter? Why are you in my dreams?", a voice suddenly broke into Harry's train of though. Harry jumped in the darkness, unable to see who it was.
"Malfoy?"
"Who else?", Draco said coldly, stepping into a ray of moonlight coming from one of the rare windows.
"I was just..."
"Tell me Potter! Why are you here? God, why do I dream about you...", Draco asked out loud, his fist clenched together in front of him.
"You answer first Malfoy! Argh! This is ridiculous. Its just a dream, you're just a dream, just my imagination...", became Harry's self mantra.
"Merlin, who ever said dreams gave answers was an idiot!", Draco turned away from him, walking into the darkness. Harry stepped forward, unsure of what to do. A voice growled up ahead "Come on Potter...". Harry shivered but jogged up ahead to catch up with him.
Harry looked around the foreign hallway trying to recognize something. Draco suddenly pulled him into an unused class room that had a single torch burning by a table in it. A book lay open on the table, the torch's light striking around it. Harry lingered in the doorway as Draco sat down at the table and began reading, completely absorbed in it.
"Malfoy, why am I here? Why did you want me to come?", Harry asked, wanting his dreams for once to make sense or have some meaning. Draco looked up at him frowning. Harry looked away when he suddenly noticed the swelling on Draco's face and neck. He was barely recognizable. Draco was pale and smooth. Not the bruised, unsteady presence in front of him.
"Why can't dreams be simple...", Draco murmured, his eyes traveling over Harry's face. Draco studied the other's boy's expression, his own frown becoming more apparent. "I guess we all like company in our dreams Potter... even our nightmares."
"I don't know why you're here Potter. Now be a good little dream boy and don't act like that." , Draco noted the disdained look on Harry's face.
"Like what?"
"Like you're real or something, damn't! Asking questions, being all "sad". Why can't this just be happy?? Not so fucking real...there is no escape from life, is there? No escape, everything is so real...", Draco yelled, flinging the book towards the wall. Draco buried his had head in his arms.
"No, no escape Malfoy..."
"go away, Go Away, GO AWAY!", Draco suddenly yelled. Harry jumped, turning away from Draco.
Suddenly Harry was being shaken awake. Harry coughed, trying to wake up. "I'm up, I'm up!"
"Harry, what's wrong? You were shouting. Something about escaping...", Ron sat next to his best friend on the bed. Ron brushed the hair from Harry's face, trying to sooth his obviously disturbed friend. Suddenly Harry sat forward into Ron's arms, shaking against his chest. Ron pulled Harry into an embrace, surprised at how cold he felt.
"Ron, tell me about your dreams. What are they like? What happens in them?", Harry asked, his voice cracking.
"Why Harry, what is it?"
"Please Ron, just tell me..."
So Ron began telling Harry all he dreamt. Inwardly worried about his friend, Ron tried his best to comfort the obviously shaken boy. Ron talked on as Harry shivered against him, listening silently. Ron continued telling Harry random thoughts throughout the very early morning. Talking about Quiditch and things like Hermione. Harry sat quietly, nodding occasionally. Harry eventually fell back asleep, Ron layed him back on his bed, pulling the sheets up around him.
Walking quietly back over to his bed, Ron went over what all had happened. He couldn't blame Harry for having nightmares. He just wished there was some way he could help. Seeing his friend like this frustrated him. Even though he didn't like the idea, maybe he should talk to the Ferret. Malfoy, I mean, Malfoy... Not tell him Harry was might be madly in love with him or anything like that though. Just to find out more about Malfoy. For Harry, yeah, he might be able to put up with the git for Harry. Even if he didn't understand why Harry liked the boy ...
(there you go . Hope it was ok, maybe mediorce at least. A lot happened in this chapter and I hope it all made sense. It would be awesome to get reviews, generally nice ones make me feel great. thank you, joy)