I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER
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Chapter 6: Reflections
Someone's touching me... who's touching me?

Draco could feel hands on his stomach, which he realized didn't have clothes on it.

Why can't I move... why are my eyes closed? I CAN'T SEE!

Panic raged through his body, but it didn't respond. He couldn't feel anything but the hands on him. He didn't know where he was, why he was undressed, and most importantly,

WHO IS TOUCHING ME?!

Like a curse that had been lifted by Draco's panicked thoughts, the hands removed themselves and he could hear bottles clinging.

I've been poisoned. Draco thought, as his eyes slowly opened. And with the sight of the room, everything came back to him. Potter... his thoughts sneered. He remembered the mission Dumbledore sent him on and apparating to Godrics Hollow landing on this very bed, venturing out into the hall, being hit with the most excruciating pain he had ever felt. I hate guns. He thought, remembering Harry's warning.

But as he looked down at his stomach, nothing was there. And he felt no more pain in his head. A dream? But it couldn't have been a dream, because Draco was lying in Harry's bed. Oh god... was all he could think as the most horrifying thoughts passed through his mind, thoughts he didn't want to think of. We didn't, he wouldn't... he's not... But Draco's train of thoughts where derailed as he heard a loud smash and saw Harry brush out the door.

Instinctively, Draco stood and followed, shirtless and confused. He tumbled down the stairs, watching the boy leave through a back door. He fumbled in his pocket for his wand, just in case, and opened the door, following out into the deep woods.

Now, Draco wasn't a sissy, no, far from it. But ever since that night in the Forbidden Forest his first year at Hogwarts, he was a little... hesitant... to set foot in woods, daylight or not. He stood at the edge of the woods, keeping a keen eye on Harry, and took a deep breath. He traipsed in after him, making a whole lot of noise, on purpose, in hopes that anything coming his way to attack would get scared.

Harry kept walking, until he hit a clearing about thirty feet away from Draco. Draco stopped walking and watched the man, curious as to what he was doing. Harry sat down on a flat rock, curled his knees up to his chest, and buried his face in his arms.

He's crying... Draco thought. A look of concern swept over his face. Draco was sure Harry was at least mid twenties, but the way he sat there, curled up on the rock, he looked like a little boy, so lost and so confused. There was a pain in Draco's heart, and he wasn't sure why.

It's Potter, he thought angrily, get a hold of yourself. But try as he might, his thoughts kept going back to the poor, helpless, little child that let himself go on the rock. He stood there, hidden behind a tree, watching with wonder as Harry dripped his sorrow onto his knees. The way he sat there was almost angelic.

AH! No... not angelic... pitiful. Draco corrected in his thoughts. As he stood there, in awe of the boy, he didn't notice a tiny little mouse scurrying past his feet. Until he felt it.

"AHH BLOODY HELL!!! WHAT IS IT GET IT AWAY!" He screamed, running into the clearing, and disturbing a wildly distraught, confused, and now very angry Harry.


Draco the bloody coward had to ruin the moment... Oh you don't think I would have let them get away with that sweetness would you? Oh man Harry's pissed eyes glow red... must... read.... next.... chapter.... lol

And sorry my chapters are so short... it's just how it is... You understand... deal with it... lol