He watched Harry as he slept evenly and eventually fell into a light sleep
himself. A content smile firmly planted on his face. This was defiantly a
record.
Harry shot straight up after having the worst dream of his life. He had seen Voldemort violently kill Hermione's parents. She had shown him a picture of them a few years earlier. (A/n in this story she did!) He had left her however, to suffer the shock and loss by herself. Harry felt strange though. When he had one of Voldemort's visions he felt himself as Voldemort, he felt his scar burn. But this time it had been more of a dream. He felt it as if he were watching a video. It was then he noticed how comfortable he had been before he woke up and Draco waking next to him. His arm was over Harry's leg after his quick movement. It took Harry a minute to realize why Draco's hand was there, and by the time he figured it out Draco had moved it, blushing slightly. He sat up, stretched, and looked at his watch. "What the hell?" Draco almost screamed. It's eight in the morning! We completely missed dinner last night!"
"That's fine, Dumbledore will understand." Harry said slightly out of it. He had so many things to comprehend. Why had Draco's arm been around him, why had Draco slept in the same bed as him at all, why hadn't he had any dreams concerning Voldemort all summer until now, and most of all was his dream real? Harry decided he would see Dumbledore after breakfast and talk this over. For now he had other things he wanted to find out. "Um, why are you here?" Harry tried to ask nicely but he was too impatient to think of a better way to say it.
"Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to, I just kinda fell asleep. I won't do it again. Sorry." Draco became consistently quieter throughout his explanation.
Harry shook his head, smiling, and said "its fine. I was just wondering. I didn't mind, really."
"Really?" Harry nodded again. With the reassurance that Harry was not completely disgusted he asked, "Harry I was wondering... if ya know... you liked anyone or if... youweregayornot?" Draco had become to nervous to talk straight and mentally punished himself for sounding like a complete idiot in front of Harry. Harry had completely understood was Draco was saying. He reached down to take Draco's closets hand. It was more uncomfortable then he had thought. Both boys were sitting on the bed with there legs out straight, and Harry had Draco's right hand in his own right. Harry moved his legs so his was sitting cross legged next to Draco, who did the same.
Harry took a deep breath; he hadn't had very many good experiences with this, if any. "Are you asking me out?" He managed to get out.
"Well, in a way, ya. Would you?" Harry sighed. He didn't want to reject Draco, but he couldn't say yes either.
"I'm really sorry Draco, but right now, I just can't. Harry looked up to see the hurt in Draco's eyes. He really hated hurting him like this.
"It's ok. I knew I had a long shot anyway. It was worth a try. Please don't tell me that you don't want to be my friend anymore; I don't know if I could take it. But I would understand."
"No, no. Draco I want to be your friend, I just can't date you. I'm sorry." With that said Harry let go of Draco's hand, kissed his cheek and got up. He got ready to go see the Headmaster. He walked to the bathroom before another word was said between them.
After his shower, Harry left an empty room, to see Dumbledore. Somewhere in the back of his mind it registered that Draco had been missing and he wondered where he was. But he didn't dwell on it; he was worried, something else was wrong. The dream he had was very different then anything he had ever had, but it had seemed so real all the same. He reached Dumbledore's office before he had time to even consider all the possibilities of what his dream could mean. He wasn't surprised to find the Headmaster waiting for him in the hall. He smiled at Harry with comedy as turned to say the password, "Circus Peanuts." Harry laughed out loud; some of the things Dumbledore came up with were just so childish.
"Harry please sit down. We have a lot to discuss." Dumbledore said. Harry soon felt the happiness drain out of him as he heard the seriousness in Dumbledore's voice. He couldn't decipher the look on his Headmaster's face. Never had Harry seen what looked like worry, take hold of this man's features. He breathed deep as he sat, waving away Dumbledore's offer for a Lemon Drop.
"I am aware of this dream you had last night Harry, for I had it as well. I also know that it looked more real then it felt. Is this correct?"
"Yes." Harry managed to get out. Dumbledore continued, "I have only one reason for this, and I am sorry it is. Voldemort has decided to not let you see his actions anymore. He decided instead to withhold his memories from you so that he could feed them back to you whenever he felt like it. Now I know you felt nothing in this dream but I am afraid these dreams will get worse. Severus has been working, with no success on a way to stop you from feeling the pain in these dreams, but be able to see them for in the past they have proven useful. I am sorry to tell you Harry, but the news gets worse." Harry readied himself for the worst. Even having to face Voldemort soon, but he was not ready for what he was told next. "This happened to Miss. Granger's parents over three weeks ago. Since then she has been using a muggle drug, antidepressants, rather regularly. Two days ago she was found in her room, by her neighbor, passed out, from an overdose." Gripping the armrests with all his might, he tried not to cry in front of Dumbledore. "Now I trust, since you grew up with muggles you know how serious this can be. At the moment she is in critical condition in a muggle Hospital near her home."
Finally Harry spoke up, or more like yelled. "Why is she there? Why isn't she at wizard hospital? Is she coming back? Will she be ok?" Hundreds of things started rushing through Harry's head. Did Ron know? How long had Dumbledore known? Is that why he asked him to come here? But then why was Draco here? Why did he keep thinking about Malfoy?
"Harry please sit down. Let me explain." He sat down slowly, trying to contemplate what was going on. Now, Miss. Granger will be better in time. She may not make it for the start of the term, but she will be back in due time. The teachers have decided that she will be moved to the hospital wing when the term starts, and will reside there until she is completely better. Because she had taken muggle drugs there is nothing in the wizard hospitals that could help her anymore then at a muggle hospital. We have informed everyone that is allowed to know at this time." Dumbledore said as if reading Harry's mind.
"Does this have anything to do with Malfoy and I being here?" Harry asked catching himself before he called Malfoy, Draco.
"I am said to say it does, but at this time, I am not permitted to tell you. I will ask you to bring Mr. Malfoy back with you when you come, after dinner?" He didn't wait for Harry to answer. "Thank you for coming Harry. Please try not to worry. Relax these last few days before all the students return from break."
Harry stood and said "You're welcome. I'll try," before leaving. He walked back to his and Draco's room, all the information he had just found out rushing through his head. It was then he heard the sound of muffled music. He looked to find a half open classroom door. Carefully he approached the dark room. Slipping through the space, Harry found himself looking at none other than Malfoy. He was sitting on a desk with his arms wrapped around his knees. To Harry is sounded as if his headphones would break the music was so loud. As he got closer he realized that Draco had been crying. He eyes were closed and his chin was resting on his knees. Harry warily sat next to him, putting a hand on his shoulder. Draco's head shot up to stare at Harry with a surprised expression on his face. When he realized it was Harry, he quickly began to wipe his tear stained face. With no luck he decided that he had been caught crying, he turned off his music.
"Why are you crying?" Harry asked softly. Draco turned his face away but didn't answer. "Please, you can tell me."
"No I can't, Harry." This caught Harry off guard. He swiftly wiped the stunned look off his face and tried again.
"Please Draco, I want to help."
Draco sighed, shook his head, and looked Harry in the eye. "I just can't."
It was then Harry realized what was wrong. "It's about me isn't it?"
"You're too modest, Potter." Draco said with a slight laugh, but he didn't deny it. "You can call me Harry, Draco." A smile crossed Draco's lips. It was the first time they had addressed their names. He was happy Harry finally told him not to call him Potter. It was Harry's turn to sigh and he moved his hand from Draco's shoulder. "I guess I should explain myself. Well get ready for the sob story of the century."
~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î ~Î~Î~Î~ A/n Do you like it? Please review and tell me what you think!! I'm trying hard to make my chapters longer but I can only be on the computer for a little while. It's a long story; I get these muscle tension headaches, anyway, not important. Have a great day! Thanks for your time! ~ÎMaggieÎ~
Harry shot straight up after having the worst dream of his life. He had seen Voldemort violently kill Hermione's parents. She had shown him a picture of them a few years earlier. (A/n in this story she did!) He had left her however, to suffer the shock and loss by herself. Harry felt strange though. When he had one of Voldemort's visions he felt himself as Voldemort, he felt his scar burn. But this time it had been more of a dream. He felt it as if he were watching a video. It was then he noticed how comfortable he had been before he woke up and Draco waking next to him. His arm was over Harry's leg after his quick movement. It took Harry a minute to realize why Draco's hand was there, and by the time he figured it out Draco had moved it, blushing slightly. He sat up, stretched, and looked at his watch. "What the hell?" Draco almost screamed. It's eight in the morning! We completely missed dinner last night!"
"That's fine, Dumbledore will understand." Harry said slightly out of it. He had so many things to comprehend. Why had Draco's arm been around him, why had Draco slept in the same bed as him at all, why hadn't he had any dreams concerning Voldemort all summer until now, and most of all was his dream real? Harry decided he would see Dumbledore after breakfast and talk this over. For now he had other things he wanted to find out. "Um, why are you here?" Harry tried to ask nicely but he was too impatient to think of a better way to say it.
"Oh, sorry. I didn't mean to, I just kinda fell asleep. I won't do it again. Sorry." Draco became consistently quieter throughout his explanation.
Harry shook his head, smiling, and said "its fine. I was just wondering. I didn't mind, really."
"Really?" Harry nodded again. With the reassurance that Harry was not completely disgusted he asked, "Harry I was wondering... if ya know... you liked anyone or if... youweregayornot?" Draco had become to nervous to talk straight and mentally punished himself for sounding like a complete idiot in front of Harry. Harry had completely understood was Draco was saying. He reached down to take Draco's closets hand. It was more uncomfortable then he had thought. Both boys were sitting on the bed with there legs out straight, and Harry had Draco's right hand in his own right. Harry moved his legs so his was sitting cross legged next to Draco, who did the same.
Harry took a deep breath; he hadn't had very many good experiences with this, if any. "Are you asking me out?" He managed to get out.
"Well, in a way, ya. Would you?" Harry sighed. He didn't want to reject Draco, but he couldn't say yes either.
"I'm really sorry Draco, but right now, I just can't. Harry looked up to see the hurt in Draco's eyes. He really hated hurting him like this.
"It's ok. I knew I had a long shot anyway. It was worth a try. Please don't tell me that you don't want to be my friend anymore; I don't know if I could take it. But I would understand."
"No, no. Draco I want to be your friend, I just can't date you. I'm sorry." With that said Harry let go of Draco's hand, kissed his cheek and got up. He got ready to go see the Headmaster. He walked to the bathroom before another word was said between them.
After his shower, Harry left an empty room, to see Dumbledore. Somewhere in the back of his mind it registered that Draco had been missing and he wondered where he was. But he didn't dwell on it; he was worried, something else was wrong. The dream he had was very different then anything he had ever had, but it had seemed so real all the same. He reached Dumbledore's office before he had time to even consider all the possibilities of what his dream could mean. He wasn't surprised to find the Headmaster waiting for him in the hall. He smiled at Harry with comedy as turned to say the password, "Circus Peanuts." Harry laughed out loud; some of the things Dumbledore came up with were just so childish.
"Harry please sit down. We have a lot to discuss." Dumbledore said. Harry soon felt the happiness drain out of him as he heard the seriousness in Dumbledore's voice. He couldn't decipher the look on his Headmaster's face. Never had Harry seen what looked like worry, take hold of this man's features. He breathed deep as he sat, waving away Dumbledore's offer for a Lemon Drop.
"I am aware of this dream you had last night Harry, for I had it as well. I also know that it looked more real then it felt. Is this correct?"
"Yes." Harry managed to get out. Dumbledore continued, "I have only one reason for this, and I am sorry it is. Voldemort has decided to not let you see his actions anymore. He decided instead to withhold his memories from you so that he could feed them back to you whenever he felt like it. Now I know you felt nothing in this dream but I am afraid these dreams will get worse. Severus has been working, with no success on a way to stop you from feeling the pain in these dreams, but be able to see them for in the past they have proven useful. I am sorry to tell you Harry, but the news gets worse." Harry readied himself for the worst. Even having to face Voldemort soon, but he was not ready for what he was told next. "This happened to Miss. Granger's parents over three weeks ago. Since then she has been using a muggle drug, antidepressants, rather regularly. Two days ago she was found in her room, by her neighbor, passed out, from an overdose." Gripping the armrests with all his might, he tried not to cry in front of Dumbledore. "Now I trust, since you grew up with muggles you know how serious this can be. At the moment she is in critical condition in a muggle Hospital near her home."
Finally Harry spoke up, or more like yelled. "Why is she there? Why isn't she at wizard hospital? Is she coming back? Will she be ok?" Hundreds of things started rushing through Harry's head. Did Ron know? How long had Dumbledore known? Is that why he asked him to come here? But then why was Draco here? Why did he keep thinking about Malfoy?
"Harry please sit down. Let me explain." He sat down slowly, trying to contemplate what was going on. Now, Miss. Granger will be better in time. She may not make it for the start of the term, but she will be back in due time. The teachers have decided that she will be moved to the hospital wing when the term starts, and will reside there until she is completely better. Because she had taken muggle drugs there is nothing in the wizard hospitals that could help her anymore then at a muggle hospital. We have informed everyone that is allowed to know at this time." Dumbledore said as if reading Harry's mind.
"Does this have anything to do with Malfoy and I being here?" Harry asked catching himself before he called Malfoy, Draco.
"I am said to say it does, but at this time, I am not permitted to tell you. I will ask you to bring Mr. Malfoy back with you when you come, after dinner?" He didn't wait for Harry to answer. "Thank you for coming Harry. Please try not to worry. Relax these last few days before all the students return from break."
Harry stood and said "You're welcome. I'll try," before leaving. He walked back to his and Draco's room, all the information he had just found out rushing through his head. It was then he heard the sound of muffled music. He looked to find a half open classroom door. Carefully he approached the dark room. Slipping through the space, Harry found himself looking at none other than Malfoy. He was sitting on a desk with his arms wrapped around his knees. To Harry is sounded as if his headphones would break the music was so loud. As he got closer he realized that Draco had been crying. He eyes were closed and his chin was resting on his knees. Harry warily sat next to him, putting a hand on his shoulder. Draco's head shot up to stare at Harry with a surprised expression on his face. When he realized it was Harry, he quickly began to wipe his tear stained face. With no luck he decided that he had been caught crying, he turned off his music.
"Why are you crying?" Harry asked softly. Draco turned his face away but didn't answer. "Please, you can tell me."
"No I can't, Harry." This caught Harry off guard. He swiftly wiped the stunned look off his face and tried again.
"Please Draco, I want to help."
Draco sighed, shook his head, and looked Harry in the eye. "I just can't."
It was then Harry realized what was wrong. "It's about me isn't it?"
"You're too modest, Potter." Draco said with a slight laugh, but he didn't deny it. "You can call me Harry, Draco." A smile crossed Draco's lips. It was the first time they had addressed their names. He was happy Harry finally told him not to call him Potter. It was Harry's turn to sigh and he moved his hand from Draco's shoulder. "I guess I should explain myself. Well get ready for the sob story of the century."
~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î~Î ~Î~Î~Î~ A/n Do you like it? Please review and tell me what you think!! I'm trying hard to make my chapters longer but I can only be on the computer for a little while. It's a long story; I get these muscle tension headaches, anyway, not important. Have a great day! Thanks for your time! ~ÎMaggieÎ~