Title: The Dragon
Pendant
Chapter: Thirteen
Author: DaemonGirl or aka
Phoenix
Rating: bordering between R and NC-17 for sexual
relations and violence, maybe language.
Disclaimer: I do not
own Harry Potter and Co, just borrowing them for a little while then
putting them back where they belong. I also do not own any songs
mentioned either.
AN: It has been a while since I have read the books and worked on this fic. So please forgive my spelling mistakes of names and places. I also have lost my books. I do not know where they have gotten to so I can't exactly look them up.
Draco shook his head trying to figure out where he was. He then realized that he was holding a quill in his hand and looked down to see what he was writing.
This has no concern in the matter that I am no longer around. I just wanted you to know how much you meant to me, as a friend as well as a lover. I wish things didn't have to end this way. I'll never forget you, and I hope you will never forget me.
As to why I have to leave, that information cannot be disclosed to anyone about me at this time. So please, don't question, you will not find the answers you are seeking. Just remember
That is as far as he had written. His main concern for the time present was whom was he writing to and why. Who was his friend and lover, he didn't have any of those, nor did he need any of those. They are just distractions on the journey through life. Things that just stand in the way of what he wanted to do.
He also wanted to know where he was as he looked around wondering. Then the room started to fade away and another kind of light filled his vision. As he blinked he realized he was in a bed, but not his own. This one was Maroon and Gold. "Ugh, Gryffindor colors," he thought. "why am I in a Gryffindor bed? The last thing I remember is" he thought.
Then he spoke aloud, "I was yelling at Potter about not knowing anything." He looked around some more when he heard a mumbling from outside the curtains.
"Draco," it said in a very light whisper, barely audible.
"Yes," Draco answered. The curtains moved open and there stood Harry with a concerned look on his face. "Why am I here?" Draco asked in a whisper as he tried to sit up and realized how sore he actually was.
"its because you passed out on me out by the lake, that's why," Harry responded. "what else did you want me to do with you? Leave you there? Take you to your room where your fellow Slytherins would eat me to shreds? Oh? I know," continued Harry on his accusations, "I could have taken you to Madame Pomphrey and tried to explain what happened. Especially when the entire school, including staff knows that we hate each other and would probably kill each other if left alone too long."
"Are you done, or are you going to go on babbling all day? There are other things that I need to do, like homework for instance. And besides" Draco drawled on, "if it happens that anyone finds me here, do you know much trouble we would be in?" he paused for a moment then continued, "wait, I would be the one in trouble for trying to corrupt the good and innocent potter, while you," he pointed and looked at Harry with disdain, "would be the ever so polite one that doesn't do anything wrong would get off with just lollipop for dealing with the likes of me I suppose." He sat up and shook his head in disgust.
"Why don't you just go away now so I can gather my things and get the hell out of here before anyone sees me?" he asked Harry.
Reluctantly Harry agreed, "Just don't take anything, Malfoy."
Draco shocked, "What? Why would I take anything from a stinky good for nothing Gryffindor? Especially the Boy-Who-Lived?" He shook his head again, "whatever."
"Draco, why don't you just spend the night and we can figure this out in the morning?" Harry insisted. "I mean, you're tired and obviously sore, would it be worth it to get caught in the corridors at this time of night?"
"All right, I suppose. But can I sleep over there?" Draco asked as he pointed towards Neville's bed. "I think that one would be the comfiest in this pathetic little room."
Harry's face paled to a ghost white. "He can't be serious now can he? He wants to sleep with Neville Longbottom, an almost Squid, though he's improved a great deal over the last few years. But Neville? Well I guess there goes my chance with the Slytherins Prince. Ah well," he thought with a deep sigh.
"Um, Draco," Harry said tentatively, "I think it would be wise if you slept in my bed. I can go and sleep in the common room. I can just pretend I feel asleep studying or something like that."
"Ah, the wise and noble Gryffindor rises to the occasion again!" Draco responded. "No Potter, I will not kick you out of your own bed just because I did something stupid like pass out. We shall sleep in the same bed, I will be under the covers, and you shall lay on top of them," he continued. "That way, if anyone peeks into your bed during the night, it won't look so obvious." Then he thought for a moment, and said, "and no one would get suspicious either."
Draco moved over and let Harry slide onto the bed next to him, making sure that he was lying on top of the covers. "This is going to be a long night," they both thought as they tried to drift off into sleep.
