Thanks to everyone who reviewed. In answer to one question – no Calixa is not Thai/Siamese. I have no idea why I named the story this (Siamese Dreams being yet another Smashing Pumpkins song).
3. The Hanging Fool
The room was pitch black and filled with silence, only punctuated by Ron's snores, the occasional movements or grunts from Hermione and Draco, and Harry and Calixa's whispered conversation in one corner.
Harry's lit wand sat in between them as Calixa shuffled a pack of worn, yellow-backed cards.
"Tell me when to stop," she whispered.
Harry nodded, watching her hands, so much like her brother's, picking the cards up and letting them fall back.
"Okay, stop."
Calixa stopped and placed the cards in a neat pile between the two of them.
"Cut the cards into three piles and then pass me one pile."
Harry did as he was asked and handed the middle pile to her.
Quickly, quietly and skilfully, Calixa laid out seven cards in a formation before letting her fingers hover above each one for a while, as if trying to detect warmth or some kind of presence.
The cards meant nothing to Harry. In the faint wand light he could make out depictions of swords and cups and stars and people, but these could have easily been portraits. However, Calixa's eyes reacted to each card she lay her hand above and he became momentarily mesmerised by the flickering blue.
"There's been great grief and trouble in your past," she began slowly, never removing her eyes from the cards. "You've lost nearly everyone you care about, almost all you have loved. You're afraid to let people close to you, because you're scared that it will endanger them and you will lose them too."
She ran one finger across one of the cards.
"Right now you're at a cross roads, you're confused about who you are and what you want. There are two roads to take but you don't know which one to go down, and you're worried about the results."
A small smile played over Calixa's mouth.
"What you want most is love. You want to love someone and be loved by someone. Truly loved. Fall deeply in love. And you will find it soon. You'll find it in the place you least suspect and it will terrify you, but you have to believe in it and never give up. With the mutual love of this person you will have the ability to conquer anything in your path."
Finally, she looked up into Harry's eyes and the smile grew.
"You will find happiness."
Curled up in an opposite corner of the room, blue eyes started straight ahead as Draco listened to the hushed talking of his sister and Harry.
Anyone else listening may have thought Calixa to be a phoney. Everyone in the wizarding world knew about Harry's grief filled and troubled past. But Draco knew his sister was no phoney. She'd done readings for people she'd never met before and told their past lives down to a tee, before telling them their future, predictions which always came true.
Right now she was predicting happiness for Harry, happiness and the discovery of his one true love. Draco fought back a sigh. He would love to find his one true love, the one who could make him forget everything and let him just...be.
Over the past year, he'd stopped hating and resenting Harry for being the famous boy-that-lived and started seeing him at face value. It was only in the last twelve months he had realised that Harry didn't want that fame and acknowledgement of being the only person to have survived a killing curse from Voldermort.
Harry would give anything to just be normal and unknown like his peers. He didn't want the fame and fortune and adoring fans. He wanted his parents and his godfather. The thing was that everyone tended to forget that his stardom came from the murder of his parents. Parents he had never known.
Of course, Draco and Harry weren't friends, but the blond hoped they were at least past the loathing and were now somewhere close to being acquaintances. He would never admit it to anyone, but he wanted to be friends with Harry.
'Friends,' he scolded himself. 'Admit it, you want to get into his ridiculously cheap and baggy pants.'
For the past couple of months, Draco had found himself looking at the dark haired boy in a different light. There was no denying that Potter had gotten very, very hot during the holiday between fifth and sixth year, and, though Draco had been able to ignore it for over a year, it was become harder and harder.
But it was a stupid notion. Harry was as straight as an arrow. And even if he were interested in guys, why would he pick Draco? He could have his choice from any guy or girl he wanted. Why would he pick the person who had made his life misery for five years?
He heard movements from the other side of the room and closed his eyes as Harry and Calixa came back over to the 'sleeping area' and settled down into their sleeping bags.
"Night Harry," she whispered.
"Night."
'Night Draco,' the blond though morosely to himself.
Very short chapter, I know, but please review
