Day Walker
Disclaimer: I only own Damien and Professor Crow, so don't sue me. Then I'll fetch my imaginary lawyers and sue you back! ^-^
Summary: Draco's mum shows that she cares about him.
Warning: Boys in love with boys. If you have anything against that or the Harry/Draco-pairing, then go away and read something else.
Author's note: I think I might need a new beta... I can't post anymore self- corrected chapters. If anyone's interested, please send me a mail and mark it 'beta-reading'.
~Chapter 9~
~Keys and Tokens of Love~
Harry woke up early the morning after. He smiled to himself when he saw the calm and peaceful face of his sleeping boyfriend. He took a quick look out on the room behind the curtains. The light told him that it was just barely dawn, and that he didn't have to wake Draco up for another hour. Harry pulled the covers up so that he could heat up Draco's, and his own, cold shoulders. He kissed Draco's relaxed, slightly parted lips and snuggled up as close to his boyfriend as possible. He didn't go entirely back to sleep. He simply laid there, and breathed in the sweet smell of boy. The next time he looked out from the bed, the dormitory was bathed in the soft rays of the morning sun. 'I have to wake him up now,' Harry thought. 'I really don't want to, but he. Or we, have leave now.' He lifted his head and supported it with one hand, and reached out the other to stroke Draco's cheek.
"Wake up, sleepyhead," Harry whispered in his ear and kissed his earlobe lightly. The blonde started to purr in a slightly muffled way. The purring stopped and he opened his eyes. He looked at Harry with a confused look in his eyes, but then he blinked a couple of times and brought himself back from the land of dreams, and the confusion was replaced by gratefulness, then sadness.
"Good morning, luv," said Draco in a low, husky voice.
"Good morning. Slept well?" Harry smiled, and his boyfriend returned it.
"Never slept better. I was thinking. Umm. Maybe I should leave before your roommates wake up."
"I was thinking the same thing. Even though they're okay with us being together and all, I don't think they would appreciate the mental image they'll get from the sight of us together in bed. Most of them, at least," he added with a smile. So let's get dressed and go down for breakfast."
"Okay," Draco replied, "but I just want to snuggle for another ten minutes."
"Your wish is my command." Harry smiled and laid down on his back. Draco shifted onto his stomach and put his head on Harry's chest and one leg over his. After a few minutes Draco started purring again. Harry put both arms around his boyfriend, and just enjoyed his presence for a while longer.
Twenty minutes later, the two boys were one their way down the stairs, heading for the Great Hall and breakfast.
"Oh! I just remembered that I have an essay on healing herbs that's due this morning. Just have to run down to the dungeons to get it. You can come if you like?" Draco looked at his boyfriend with a look that said 'Come and see where I live.'
"Sure. I've actually been down there once before, you know, but that was in our second year. It might have changed since then." Draco didn't ask any question about Harry's earlier visit to the dungeons and Harry was grateful for that. He didn't want him to know that he had tricked him like that. And as Harry said, the dungeons had surely changed. The whole common room was rebuildt. It was still in the good old Dark-Ages-Slytherin-ish kind of style, but there had been put up a wall to screen the studyers from the others and it was much brighter, without ruining that feeling of darkness because of all the shadows in the corners. Harry liked the look of it, but what really caught his eye were the new window. A wide passageway had been dug out and a tiny staircase went up to the window about six feet up. Where the windowstill were supposed to have been, there was a couch. The couch was covered with scatter cusions and looked really comfortable. Suddenly, Harry was yanked out of his admiration.
"I've got my essay, and by the way." He took a deep breath. "All my stuff has arrived from the mansion. He sure is a busy little bee, my father." Draco tried to smile, but failed. His eys filled up with tears. He blinked them away and put on his brave face again. "But I don't want to talk - or think about that now. I'm hungry. And besides, I need to get you out of here before the others wake up and see that I've brought you in here. They'd kill us both."
"And that wouldn't be any fun," Harry answered with a smile. He took his boyfriend's hand and they left the Slytherin's commonroom.
When the two boys reached the Great Hall not many students had got there yet. A couple of second year Hufflepuffs arrived just after them, but other than that, only Madame Hooch and Professor Crow were in the room.
"Shall we just sit down and wait for the food to pop up?" Draco grinned at Harry.
"Sure. Here comes the crowd anyway so." Harry cast a look towards the door and all the students coming through it. Draco leaned into Harry and gave him a deep kiss. Harry returned the kiss and traced the line of the blonde's lower lips as they pulled apart.
"Have a nice breakfast, D." His voice was low, merely a whisper. He smiled at Draco and walked towards the Gryffindor table. Behind him he heard the other boy let out a little, high-pitched moan and then the replie:
"You're mean! You know that, right?" Harry cast a look over his shoulder and grinned. Draco pouted and sat down by his house's table.
Harry sat with Damien and Hermione that morning, as all other mornings. Damine said 'hi' when he sat down, but other than that he was quiet.
"What's up with you tow?" Hermione broke the silence. "It's not like any of you to be this quiet. Harry, what's wrong?"
I think you should ask Damien. I'm really not the one to tell you, 'Mione." Harry looked at her with eyes that said: 'I know, but I'm not telling.'
"Okay. Damien?" She turned to face the boy next to her.
"Can we please not talk about this here?" His pale cheeks took on a nice shade of pink. "It's quite personal. Remind me, and I'll tell you later today. Is that okay?" He talked to her, but his eyes were fixed on Harry throughout his last sentence.
"Sure." She took a large bite of her toast. "Oh," she said. Her voice was muffled by the food in her mouth. "Mail's here." The three of them didn't get any mail, but Harry looked over to the Slytherin table and saw that a large grey owl was perched on the back of Draco's chair. Draco gave the owl a cracker and it flew away. 'I wonder what he got today," thought Harry. "I won't ask. If he want me o know, he'll tell me.' He didn't have to wait for long. Draco came over to the Gryffindor table.
"Can you please come outside and open this with me?" He held out a letter. "It's from my mother."
"Of course I can, D. Straight away?"
"Preferably, yeah." Draco nodded while he spoke.
"Okay." Harry adressed Hermione and Damien. "Bye guys. I'll see you in class later."
"Yep." Hermione smiled at the two boys. "Bye Harry. Bye Draco."
Damien said 'bye' without even looking at them.
Draco grabbed Harry's hand and they left the Hall. They walked out into the school grounds, until the reached the place where they used to meet early in their relationship. The ground was wet from some rain that had fallen during the night. Draco let go of his boyfriend's hand and held up the letter.
"You open it, Harry. I don't dare."
Harry took it from Draco's hand and opened it. In the envelope there was a letter and a key. He took out both and gave the key to its owner.
"It. It's the key to my vault at Gringott's. Can you read me the letter, please?" The Slytherin just stared at his key.
"Sure." Harry unfolded the parchment. The handwriting was very feminine and it was obvious that each letter had been written very carefully. He cleared his throat and started to read.
"To my dear, dear Draco. 24th. November
I really hate your father for what he has done, but you know that I can not bend or change his decision when he's made his mind up. But I can, however, help you out. As you've probably already seen, I've sent you the key to your vault, and I went to Gringott's myself yesterday and put some money in your vault. I've been saving since you were five years old. I intended to help you buy your first apartment or house, so I thought it might come in handy now. I want you to know that I love you, no matter how you choose to live your life. So if your choice is to be with Harry Potter, then so be it. I've always thought he seemed like such a sweet boy. And cute too!"
Harry drew his breath and felt his cheeks turn red. He continued.
"I wish you both the best of luck. You deserve to be happy, Draco. I have to quit now. Your father's coming home any minute and he won't be happy if he sees what I'm doing. I love you so much, my son. Take good care of yourself.
Lots of hugs from your mother."
Harry looked up from the letter and his eyes met Draco's. They were filled with tears, but he was smiling.
"She thinks you're cute. Not that I don't agree with her though. It's just funny that my mother, the wife of one of Voldemort's most devoted servants, thinks that you, the boy-who-lived, is cute." The tears had disappeared from his eyes, and he started to laugh. Suddenly, Harry saw the irony of it all and laughed with his boyfriend. When the two boys had regained their self-controle, Harry handed the letter and envelope to Draco. He folded the letter back together, put it back into the envelope and stuffed it in a pocket in his robes. Then he took of the silver chain he wore around his neck and attached the key to it.
"There!" Draco said, while he put the chain back around his neck. "Now I won't lose it." He smiled.
Harry smiled back. "How are you feeling now, D? Do you think you can handle this? Being alone, I mean."
"I'm feeling surprisingly well actually. Now I know that my mum gives a fuck. That's a first." He smiled shortly. "When it comes to being alone, I don't have to deal with that quite yet, do I?" He looked at Harry. His eyes were filled with love.
"No. You don't have to deal with that yet." The dark haired-boy leaned forward and kissed his blond boyfriend gently. "You're beautiful, Draco," he whispered. "Honestly. You're the most beautiful being I've ever laid my eyes on." He kissed the other boy's pink lips one more time. Draco didn't say anything, he just put his arm around Harry and held him really tight.
Disclaimer: I only own Damien and Professor Crow, so don't sue me. Then I'll fetch my imaginary lawyers and sue you back! ^-^
Summary: Draco's mum shows that she cares about him.
Warning: Boys in love with boys. If you have anything against that or the Harry/Draco-pairing, then go away and read something else.
Author's note: I think I might need a new beta... I can't post anymore self- corrected chapters. If anyone's interested, please send me a mail and mark it 'beta-reading'.
~Chapter 9~
~Keys and Tokens of Love~
Harry woke up early the morning after. He smiled to himself when he saw the calm and peaceful face of his sleeping boyfriend. He took a quick look out on the room behind the curtains. The light told him that it was just barely dawn, and that he didn't have to wake Draco up for another hour. Harry pulled the covers up so that he could heat up Draco's, and his own, cold shoulders. He kissed Draco's relaxed, slightly parted lips and snuggled up as close to his boyfriend as possible. He didn't go entirely back to sleep. He simply laid there, and breathed in the sweet smell of boy. The next time he looked out from the bed, the dormitory was bathed in the soft rays of the morning sun. 'I have to wake him up now,' Harry thought. 'I really don't want to, but he. Or we, have leave now.' He lifted his head and supported it with one hand, and reached out the other to stroke Draco's cheek.
"Wake up, sleepyhead," Harry whispered in his ear and kissed his earlobe lightly. The blonde started to purr in a slightly muffled way. The purring stopped and he opened his eyes. He looked at Harry with a confused look in his eyes, but then he blinked a couple of times and brought himself back from the land of dreams, and the confusion was replaced by gratefulness, then sadness.
"Good morning, luv," said Draco in a low, husky voice.
"Good morning. Slept well?" Harry smiled, and his boyfriend returned it.
"Never slept better. I was thinking. Umm. Maybe I should leave before your roommates wake up."
"I was thinking the same thing. Even though they're okay with us being together and all, I don't think they would appreciate the mental image they'll get from the sight of us together in bed. Most of them, at least," he added with a smile. So let's get dressed and go down for breakfast."
"Okay," Draco replied, "but I just want to snuggle for another ten minutes."
"Your wish is my command." Harry smiled and laid down on his back. Draco shifted onto his stomach and put his head on Harry's chest and one leg over his. After a few minutes Draco started purring again. Harry put both arms around his boyfriend, and just enjoyed his presence for a while longer.
Twenty minutes later, the two boys were one their way down the stairs, heading for the Great Hall and breakfast.
"Oh! I just remembered that I have an essay on healing herbs that's due this morning. Just have to run down to the dungeons to get it. You can come if you like?" Draco looked at his boyfriend with a look that said 'Come and see where I live.'
"Sure. I've actually been down there once before, you know, but that was in our second year. It might have changed since then." Draco didn't ask any question about Harry's earlier visit to the dungeons and Harry was grateful for that. He didn't want him to know that he had tricked him like that. And as Harry said, the dungeons had surely changed. The whole common room was rebuildt. It was still in the good old Dark-Ages-Slytherin-ish kind of style, but there had been put up a wall to screen the studyers from the others and it was much brighter, without ruining that feeling of darkness because of all the shadows in the corners. Harry liked the look of it, but what really caught his eye were the new window. A wide passageway had been dug out and a tiny staircase went up to the window about six feet up. Where the windowstill were supposed to have been, there was a couch. The couch was covered with scatter cusions and looked really comfortable. Suddenly, Harry was yanked out of his admiration.
"I've got my essay, and by the way." He took a deep breath. "All my stuff has arrived from the mansion. He sure is a busy little bee, my father." Draco tried to smile, but failed. His eys filled up with tears. He blinked them away and put on his brave face again. "But I don't want to talk - or think about that now. I'm hungry. And besides, I need to get you out of here before the others wake up and see that I've brought you in here. They'd kill us both."
"And that wouldn't be any fun," Harry answered with a smile. He took his boyfriend's hand and they left the Slytherin's commonroom.
When the two boys reached the Great Hall not many students had got there yet. A couple of second year Hufflepuffs arrived just after them, but other than that, only Madame Hooch and Professor Crow were in the room.
"Shall we just sit down and wait for the food to pop up?" Draco grinned at Harry.
"Sure. Here comes the crowd anyway so." Harry cast a look towards the door and all the students coming through it. Draco leaned into Harry and gave him a deep kiss. Harry returned the kiss and traced the line of the blonde's lower lips as they pulled apart.
"Have a nice breakfast, D." His voice was low, merely a whisper. He smiled at Draco and walked towards the Gryffindor table. Behind him he heard the other boy let out a little, high-pitched moan and then the replie:
"You're mean! You know that, right?" Harry cast a look over his shoulder and grinned. Draco pouted and sat down by his house's table.
Harry sat with Damien and Hermione that morning, as all other mornings. Damine said 'hi' when he sat down, but other than that he was quiet.
"What's up with you tow?" Hermione broke the silence. "It's not like any of you to be this quiet. Harry, what's wrong?"
I think you should ask Damien. I'm really not the one to tell you, 'Mione." Harry looked at her with eyes that said: 'I know, but I'm not telling.'
"Okay. Damien?" She turned to face the boy next to her.
"Can we please not talk about this here?" His pale cheeks took on a nice shade of pink. "It's quite personal. Remind me, and I'll tell you later today. Is that okay?" He talked to her, but his eyes were fixed on Harry throughout his last sentence.
"Sure." She took a large bite of her toast. "Oh," she said. Her voice was muffled by the food in her mouth. "Mail's here." The three of them didn't get any mail, but Harry looked over to the Slytherin table and saw that a large grey owl was perched on the back of Draco's chair. Draco gave the owl a cracker and it flew away. 'I wonder what he got today," thought Harry. "I won't ask. If he want me o know, he'll tell me.' He didn't have to wait for long. Draco came over to the Gryffindor table.
"Can you please come outside and open this with me?" He held out a letter. "It's from my mother."
"Of course I can, D. Straight away?"
"Preferably, yeah." Draco nodded while he spoke.
"Okay." Harry adressed Hermione and Damien. "Bye guys. I'll see you in class later."
"Yep." Hermione smiled at the two boys. "Bye Harry. Bye Draco."
Damien said 'bye' without even looking at them.
Draco grabbed Harry's hand and they left the Hall. They walked out into the school grounds, until the reached the place where they used to meet early in their relationship. The ground was wet from some rain that had fallen during the night. Draco let go of his boyfriend's hand and held up the letter.
"You open it, Harry. I don't dare."
Harry took it from Draco's hand and opened it. In the envelope there was a letter and a key. He took out both and gave the key to its owner.
"It. It's the key to my vault at Gringott's. Can you read me the letter, please?" The Slytherin just stared at his key.
"Sure." Harry unfolded the parchment. The handwriting was very feminine and it was obvious that each letter had been written very carefully. He cleared his throat and started to read.
"To my dear, dear Draco. 24th. November
I really hate your father for what he has done, but you know that I can not bend or change his decision when he's made his mind up. But I can, however, help you out. As you've probably already seen, I've sent you the key to your vault, and I went to Gringott's myself yesterday and put some money in your vault. I've been saving since you were five years old. I intended to help you buy your first apartment or house, so I thought it might come in handy now. I want you to know that I love you, no matter how you choose to live your life. So if your choice is to be with Harry Potter, then so be it. I've always thought he seemed like such a sweet boy. And cute too!"
Harry drew his breath and felt his cheeks turn red. He continued.
"I wish you both the best of luck. You deserve to be happy, Draco. I have to quit now. Your father's coming home any minute and he won't be happy if he sees what I'm doing. I love you so much, my son. Take good care of yourself.
Lots of hugs from your mother."
Harry looked up from the letter and his eyes met Draco's. They were filled with tears, but he was smiling.
"She thinks you're cute. Not that I don't agree with her though. It's just funny that my mother, the wife of one of Voldemort's most devoted servants, thinks that you, the boy-who-lived, is cute." The tears had disappeared from his eyes, and he started to laugh. Suddenly, Harry saw the irony of it all and laughed with his boyfriend. When the two boys had regained their self-controle, Harry handed the letter and envelope to Draco. He folded the letter back together, put it back into the envelope and stuffed it in a pocket in his robes. Then he took of the silver chain he wore around his neck and attached the key to it.
"There!" Draco said, while he put the chain back around his neck. "Now I won't lose it." He smiled.
Harry smiled back. "How are you feeling now, D? Do you think you can handle this? Being alone, I mean."
"I'm feeling surprisingly well actually. Now I know that my mum gives a fuck. That's a first." He smiled shortly. "When it comes to being alone, I don't have to deal with that quite yet, do I?" He looked at Harry. His eyes were filled with love.
"No. You don't have to deal with that yet." The dark haired-boy leaned forward and kissed his blond boyfriend gently. "You're beautiful, Draco," he whispered. "Honestly. You're the most beautiful being I've ever laid my eyes on." He kissed the other boy's pink lips one more time. Draco didn't say anything, he just put his arm around Harry and held him really tight.