Dark Temptations
A/N: Well, third chapter up, actually really fast. I haven't even waited for any reviews on the last chapter. Oh well, my mind is in a frenzy at the moment, so I'll just be writing absent-mindedly for a while.
Disclaimer: As in the previous two, if anything WERE to belong to me, they wouldn't be as strongly popular as they are now.
Chapter 3-Discarded Magic
Harry lay in his bed awake, listening to the intent but gentle breathing of his dorm-mates. He couldn't forget the previous evening, though it seemed like a dream now, so long ago. 'Why do I hurt?' he asked himself repeatedly, still not understanding what was wrong with him. He shouldn't like Draco like that, he had never even thought about the other boy in such a fashion. And why should he? He'd never thought about anyone like that, only the crush he'd had on Cho a few years back. "I hate this," he mumbled into his pillow. But one thing that had touched Harry deeply was when Draco had placed the Contacts in his eyes. With that trust, though, anything could've happened, and Harry couldn't stand that idea of being unguarded against someone who really didn't deserve his trust at all. "Why me?" he moaned before drifting off into a restless night.
Draco was somewhat disturbed with the things he felt around the other boy. He knew that Harry trusted him to a certain level, but that was all. Yet, he could also have such an impact on him, that Draco would also turn in his sleep, his thoughts filled with desire. He dreamed of the day when Harry would finally be his, if he would be his. 'I'm setting him in a danger that he doesn't need and shouldn't be exposed to,' he thought, still pacing around in his dormitory. He remembered the fire within him, the howling and shrieking of the inner personage, the passion he had felt for him. "This is insane," he muttered aloud, wondering if Harry was having a better chance at sleep than he was. Unable to resist, he sent his thought out, and found Harry was indeed fast asleep. At least for that moment, because he sensed Harry having awoken from something. Something that terrified him, he wondered. He finally agreed to himself that he should go and see if he needed any help, and silently drifted as the particles of a subconscious being, floating out with the slight breeze coming in through the door and floating out into the halls, heading for the seventh floor.
* * * * * * * * * *
Harry had been awoken with the sudden awareness that another person was on top of him, another person he couldn't see, but felt for sure. He had been sleeping on his back when he felt the weight upon him. Trying to yell for help, his calls were muffled by the pillow and drowned out by Ron's loud snoring. 'Damnit,' he swore in his mind, 'I'm starting to lose air! Somebody, please help me!'
He heard the person behind him mutter something in a different language, "oculis orbatus." He felt heat pass before his eyes, a flash of red, then they felt normal again. When he was turned around on his back, all of his vision was dark, as if blind. "Suspensus," the person above him said, before he could even take a breath and shout. His throat started burning for a moment, trying to talk, his air being cut off with the more he tried yelling. Harry felt his shirt being lifted, then heard a chinking noise, something metal being knocked out of its holder. 'Oh god,' he whispered without a voice, feeling the cold metal trace where his heart was, slightly shifting under its sharp pressure.
"So nervous?" the person asked in a calm voice that sent chills up Harry's neck. "But that's typical, especially when you're about to face death," Harry was picturing the person raising their arms above their head, the knife brandished towards his heart, "filthy bloodsucker!" He could feel the person's hatred directed upon him, his very life. "What you did to me years ago, you will now pay for." Raising the Knife higher, the person didn't expect the sudden jolt from behind. Harry, who was surprised yet also relieved that the sudden weight was off of him, started looking around, but had forgotten he couldn't see anything.
What he did recognize was the familiar sultry voice, low, cool, and now very threatening. "What do you think you're doing?" he demanded from the person in a half whisper.
He could hear the person struggling, making it obvious that whoever it was definitely didn't have a real chance of fighting back. "Damn you," the stranger hissed between clenched teeth, still struggling against Draco's strength. "I will send all of you back to hell were you belong!"
He heard a silent yelp, thinking that Draco was holding on tighter to whomever had tried to kill him in his sleep. With a quick intake of breath, Draco uttered in a stunned voice, "But-you're a girl!"
"Very observant," she said, mocking his discovery at what was wrong with her chest, "but to who I am I will never show you!"
Harry heard a loud 'pop', which also startled Ron in his sleep, though he continued to dream in silence, and felt the weight of the quietness pressing in on him. He was trying to move to where he supposed Draco was standing, but tripped over something and was caught quick around the waist by a strong arm.
"What happened?" he asked him in worry, raising him with his arm of the ground somewhat and settling him back on his bed.
Harry immediately started moving his lips, to his dismay, nothing coming out.
"Harry?"
'She put a spell on me!' he wanted to yell, not being able to stand the darkness that he couldn't escape. It was like being buried alive to him, no sight, no voice, only sound and touch to rely on. 'She was trying to kill me!' he was yelling in his mind.
Draco pulled sat down on his bed, and pulled him close to an embrace, all the while stroking his back. "It's okay now," he murmured in a low voice, "try to remember the words she said."
Harry thought back, 'the words, they were foreign!'
"You didn't understand them?" Draco asked, still holding Harry close.
It took Harry a moment to remember that he had some kind of a telepathic connection to Draco, which helped him a lot at this moment. 'They were weird,' he explained, in other words, thought. 'It was like she was twisting her tongue.' A 'she' had tried to kill him. The only hint was that it was for revenge from her past and that she called him a 'bloodsucker'. 'This is bull!' he swore deep in his thoughts.
"I understand your tension," Draco said soothingly, continuously stroking Harry's back in a languid touch, "Don't worry about it."
Harry, who was dozing against Draco's chest, came back with a sudden snap to his senses. 'I remember them!' he said in a delighted tone. 'I remember the words!'
Draco stopped his stroking and held him somewhat away, not letting go of his shoulders. He was probably staring him in the eyes, Harry figured. "What were they?"
'When I was about to shout, she muttered something that sounded like 'soospensoon', or something like that,' Harry was doing his best to try and remember, he had been too shocked to really try and listen to what had been said. When Draco didn't answer, Harry continued on, 'And when she turned me around,' he stopped, focusing on trying to remember her exact words, 'This was even weirder.'
"Try Harry," Draco breathed against his cheek, "for your own sake, please try."
Harry frowned, thinking about the words. 'Something like, 'oculis orbit. I really can't remember that one!' he said in a frustrated tone.
"That's quite alright," Draco crooned into his ear, feeling the delightful and familiar shiver next to him, "It sounds like she spoke a ban over you. Don't worry, we will figure it out tomorrow."
'We?' Harry was so startled by the thought, he had never considered Draco to want to help him.
"Ah, how soon we forget," he said, stroking his cheek, "hadn't I told you that you would be mine? That no one could make you feel, do things to you that only I can do."
Harry was now absolutely flushed with embarrassment. He hadn't forgotten, but had tried to forget. And now, he was sitting here, discussing things that were the farthest from his mind with the person he was supposed to see as his heart, his other soul part. 'What will I do now?'
"I would suggest you get some sleep."
'Ha-bloody ha,' he thought sarcastically. 'I won't be able to tell the difference between night and day, and I can't even speak for crying out loud!' he started moving his arms wildly about. 'How will I tell Dumbledore what happened?'
"I will go with you," Draco said seriously, gently pushing Harry back to lie down. "Now quit crying over spilled milk and go to bed."
'You're leaving?' Harry thought in panic. 'At least give me some paper and a quill so that I can write!' He would never be able to translate to Ron that a psycho-witch had come into their dorm and tried killing him, but before that had cursed him with some of her own little magic and made him not only blind, but mute.
Draco sat there for a moment, thinking about this problem, then came to a conclusion. "I will be back before the others awaken."
'Could you hand me my wand?' Harry asked trying to feel for it.
He felt the familiar soft wood fall into his hand. "Why do you need it?"
'I want to see if maybe there's a spell that can reverse this.' He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"Um, Harry?"
'In lucem proffere!' when nothing happened, he repeated it a second, third time without success. 'Why doesn't it do anything?'
"Your voice is gone, Harry," Draco said gently, seeing how distressed his expression was and started stroking his cheek. "We will find an answer tomorrow when I come."
'Draco,' Harry looked slightly woozy.
"Yes?"
'How do you even get in here?' Harry asked, remembering that Draco couldn't come in without the password, and no one was so reckless as to speak of it near Slytherins.
"Go to sleep," he could feel the dawn coming and needed to get back to his room fast. Before leaving, he brushed a kiss against Harry's cheek and hastened his departure.
'Why me?' Harry dropped back against what he felt was his pillow and dozed off again, keeping the previous evening as a dream.
* * * * * * * * * *
"Wake up, Harry," a soft voice whispered into his ear. He didn't want to get up yet, he knew it was way too early for any kind of arising.
"Go away," he tried muttering, but felt his air cut off instantly. He opened his eyes wide and was struggling to breathe again.
A arm was slid around his waist and a hand against his chest, "Breathe slowly, but don't try to speak."
'Draco!' the shouted in his mind.
"I said I would come before anyone else was awake," Harry could picture him smirking his most annoying smile. "How do you feel?" he asked in his most serious manner.
'I feel like I normally do when I get up,' he muttered drowsily in his thoughts, 'I feel like going back to bed.' The darkness that seemed eternal to him was really starting to get on his nerves. 'I feel like I'm forever trapped in the shadows.'
When Draco didn't say anything, Harry waved his hand in front of what he thought would be Draco's face. 'Draco?'
"I'm fine," he said, shaking his head, "now let's get you some clothes." Draco got up from the bed and started moving to Harry's trunk.
'. . . pardon?'
"You need to get dressed," he answered in a Hermione-matter-of-fact tone.
'You can't!' Harry felt his face growing warmer by the second.
"Can't what?" Draco asked in a confused tone. "I'm just getting some clothes for you to put on."
'Oh,' Harry had thought that he would dress him. His face got even warmer at the thought of Draco seeing him in his boxers. 'I didn't know that.'
Harry couldn't see the malicious glint in Draco's eyes as he saw his thoughts. He smiled a mischievous smile and walked back over to Harry, putting a blue sweatshirt and blue jeans in his lap, giving him a pair of socks directly in his hand.
'Thank you.' Harry had a little trouble getting his socks on, but got the hang of it after some failed trials. He stopped in the middle of pulling his shirt off when he remembered he was being watched. 'Um, Draco?'
"Yes?" his answer was dripping with too much innocence, which made Harry a little edgy with being in the same room as him.
'Could you please not watch me?' Harry closed his eyes, his face once again a ripe tomato.
"What shall I watch?" Draco was having an amusing time watching Harry search his thoughts for the right words without feeling to humiliated in front of him.
'You know what I mean,' he said half-heartedly. How did Draco always get him in such a state?
"Very well." Harry only started dressing again as he heard his foot- steps go some distance and slowly started fading.
Once he was left alone, he let out a discontented sigh. Starting again with pulling his clothes off, he thought about what the girl had said. 'She wants revenge,' he pondered, getting his shirt on over his head, ' revenge for something either vampires or carpets or whatever did to her long ago.' Sliding into his jeans and zipping them up, he then crawled around on the floor looking for his shoes. 'Why didn't she reverse her spell before vanishing?' he thought in anguish, hitting his head against the corner of his trunk. 'I don't know if I'll survive the day like this. . .'
"Looking for something?" a drowzy voice asked behind him.
'Neville!' he thought in surprise, then remembered that he used the bathroom in the mornings and went back to bed.
"You're shoes are to your left," he said, walking over and dropping them in front of him. "Honestly Harry, how do you expect to see anything without your glasses?"
Harry prayed that he was shrugging in his direction, giving him his most confused smile. Hearing Neville walk off while muttering something, he let his breath out in a rush. 'Thank goodness he didn't pay any attention.' He hurriedly put his shoes on, though had them on the wrong feet the first time, tucked the strings in the side and started making his way to the stairs. He at least knew that direction by heart from where his bed stood, nearly right across from it. Harry's next challenge were the stairs. Holding on to the rail with little more than desperate hope, he slowly made his way down, relieved when he felt the smooth floor underneath his feet.
"It took you long enough," a purring voice called from a corner to his right.
'Draco?'
"Who else would you expect at six in the morning?" Draco covered the distance between them in two long strides, took Harry's arm and started leading him to what he guessed was the portrait.
'Where are we going?' he had no clue where Draco was leading him to.
"We're going to see the old Crackhead if he can help us," he said, seizing Harry's arm into his own. "He should be able to tell us what that girl did to you last night."
'But don't you need a password to get in?' Harry was curious how Draco kept getting all of this secret stuff.
Instead, Draco stopped and stood there. "Damnit!"
'What?'
Draco didn't answer immediately, instead he held Harry in front of him and Harry could feel those silver eyes burning through him again. "How much do you trust me sofar?"
'Um. . .'
"I can get us through, but you have to trust me completely."
That was beyond Harry's capability. After all he's been through with and without him, he had it very difficult to trust someone who wasn't Hermione or Ron. 'I. . . I don't know if I can-'
"That's okay Harry," Draco said, already knowing that he couldn't expect that of Harry, not yet. "You will wait by the statue, then I will let you in from inside."
'Um, okay.' Harry didn't have much of an option, seeing as Draco was both his eyes and voice now. As the walked further down the hall, they stopped in what he felt as the middle. 'What are we doing?'
"Wait here," Draco said, letting go of Harry's arm and vanishing without any kind of sound.
'Draco?' Harry had enough of these sudden silences, especially if he couldn't see why they were. Trying to move towards the wall, he breathed in quick as he felt himself trip and start falling. 'Draco!'
"I'm right here," Harry fell against his chest when he could feel that they weren't in a place that offered much room. "Let's go see what Dumbledore has to say about this now."
'We're inside the staircase?' He felt the ground move slightly against his feet, then started rotating upwards.
"We're now in front of his doors, if that's what you mean," Draco said trying to lighten the mood, which he didn't have much practice in if any at all.
A/N: Suggestions, comments, arguments, hate notes, whatever you have to say, speak your mind! ^-^ And I have decided to rewrite chapter 2. Hope that makes some of you happy. I try *sniff *
A/N: Well, third chapter up, actually really fast. I haven't even waited for any reviews on the last chapter. Oh well, my mind is in a frenzy at the moment, so I'll just be writing absent-mindedly for a while.
Disclaimer: As in the previous two, if anything WERE to belong to me, they wouldn't be as strongly popular as they are now.
Chapter 3-Discarded Magic
Harry lay in his bed awake, listening to the intent but gentle breathing of his dorm-mates. He couldn't forget the previous evening, though it seemed like a dream now, so long ago. 'Why do I hurt?' he asked himself repeatedly, still not understanding what was wrong with him. He shouldn't like Draco like that, he had never even thought about the other boy in such a fashion. And why should he? He'd never thought about anyone like that, only the crush he'd had on Cho a few years back. "I hate this," he mumbled into his pillow. But one thing that had touched Harry deeply was when Draco had placed the Contacts in his eyes. With that trust, though, anything could've happened, and Harry couldn't stand that idea of being unguarded against someone who really didn't deserve his trust at all. "Why me?" he moaned before drifting off into a restless night.
Draco was somewhat disturbed with the things he felt around the other boy. He knew that Harry trusted him to a certain level, but that was all. Yet, he could also have such an impact on him, that Draco would also turn in his sleep, his thoughts filled with desire. He dreamed of the day when Harry would finally be his, if he would be his. 'I'm setting him in a danger that he doesn't need and shouldn't be exposed to,' he thought, still pacing around in his dormitory. He remembered the fire within him, the howling and shrieking of the inner personage, the passion he had felt for him. "This is insane," he muttered aloud, wondering if Harry was having a better chance at sleep than he was. Unable to resist, he sent his thought out, and found Harry was indeed fast asleep. At least for that moment, because he sensed Harry having awoken from something. Something that terrified him, he wondered. He finally agreed to himself that he should go and see if he needed any help, and silently drifted as the particles of a subconscious being, floating out with the slight breeze coming in through the door and floating out into the halls, heading for the seventh floor.
* * * * * * * * * *
Harry had been awoken with the sudden awareness that another person was on top of him, another person he couldn't see, but felt for sure. He had been sleeping on his back when he felt the weight upon him. Trying to yell for help, his calls were muffled by the pillow and drowned out by Ron's loud snoring. 'Damnit,' he swore in his mind, 'I'm starting to lose air! Somebody, please help me!'
He heard the person behind him mutter something in a different language, "oculis orbatus." He felt heat pass before his eyes, a flash of red, then they felt normal again. When he was turned around on his back, all of his vision was dark, as if blind. "Suspensus," the person above him said, before he could even take a breath and shout. His throat started burning for a moment, trying to talk, his air being cut off with the more he tried yelling. Harry felt his shirt being lifted, then heard a chinking noise, something metal being knocked out of its holder. 'Oh god,' he whispered without a voice, feeling the cold metal trace where his heart was, slightly shifting under its sharp pressure.
"So nervous?" the person asked in a calm voice that sent chills up Harry's neck. "But that's typical, especially when you're about to face death," Harry was picturing the person raising their arms above their head, the knife brandished towards his heart, "filthy bloodsucker!" He could feel the person's hatred directed upon him, his very life. "What you did to me years ago, you will now pay for." Raising the Knife higher, the person didn't expect the sudden jolt from behind. Harry, who was surprised yet also relieved that the sudden weight was off of him, started looking around, but had forgotten he couldn't see anything.
What he did recognize was the familiar sultry voice, low, cool, and now very threatening. "What do you think you're doing?" he demanded from the person in a half whisper.
He could hear the person struggling, making it obvious that whoever it was definitely didn't have a real chance of fighting back. "Damn you," the stranger hissed between clenched teeth, still struggling against Draco's strength. "I will send all of you back to hell were you belong!"
He heard a silent yelp, thinking that Draco was holding on tighter to whomever had tried to kill him in his sleep. With a quick intake of breath, Draco uttered in a stunned voice, "But-you're a girl!"
"Very observant," she said, mocking his discovery at what was wrong with her chest, "but to who I am I will never show you!"
Harry heard a loud 'pop', which also startled Ron in his sleep, though he continued to dream in silence, and felt the weight of the quietness pressing in on him. He was trying to move to where he supposed Draco was standing, but tripped over something and was caught quick around the waist by a strong arm.
"What happened?" he asked him in worry, raising him with his arm of the ground somewhat and settling him back on his bed.
Harry immediately started moving his lips, to his dismay, nothing coming out.
"Harry?"
'She put a spell on me!' he wanted to yell, not being able to stand the darkness that he couldn't escape. It was like being buried alive to him, no sight, no voice, only sound and touch to rely on. 'She was trying to kill me!' he was yelling in his mind.
Draco pulled sat down on his bed, and pulled him close to an embrace, all the while stroking his back. "It's okay now," he murmured in a low voice, "try to remember the words she said."
Harry thought back, 'the words, they were foreign!'
"You didn't understand them?" Draco asked, still holding Harry close.
It took Harry a moment to remember that he had some kind of a telepathic connection to Draco, which helped him a lot at this moment. 'They were weird,' he explained, in other words, thought. 'It was like she was twisting her tongue.' A 'she' had tried to kill him. The only hint was that it was for revenge from her past and that she called him a 'bloodsucker'. 'This is bull!' he swore deep in his thoughts.
"I understand your tension," Draco said soothingly, continuously stroking Harry's back in a languid touch, "Don't worry about it."
Harry, who was dozing against Draco's chest, came back with a sudden snap to his senses. 'I remember them!' he said in a delighted tone. 'I remember the words!'
Draco stopped his stroking and held him somewhat away, not letting go of his shoulders. He was probably staring him in the eyes, Harry figured. "What were they?"
'When I was about to shout, she muttered something that sounded like 'soospensoon', or something like that,' Harry was doing his best to try and remember, he had been too shocked to really try and listen to what had been said. When Draco didn't answer, Harry continued on, 'And when she turned me around,' he stopped, focusing on trying to remember her exact words, 'This was even weirder.'
"Try Harry," Draco breathed against his cheek, "for your own sake, please try."
Harry frowned, thinking about the words. 'Something like, 'oculis orbit. I really can't remember that one!' he said in a frustrated tone.
"That's quite alright," Draco crooned into his ear, feeling the delightful and familiar shiver next to him, "It sounds like she spoke a ban over you. Don't worry, we will figure it out tomorrow."
'We?' Harry was so startled by the thought, he had never considered Draco to want to help him.
"Ah, how soon we forget," he said, stroking his cheek, "hadn't I told you that you would be mine? That no one could make you feel, do things to you that only I can do."
Harry was now absolutely flushed with embarrassment. He hadn't forgotten, but had tried to forget. And now, he was sitting here, discussing things that were the farthest from his mind with the person he was supposed to see as his heart, his other soul part. 'What will I do now?'
"I would suggest you get some sleep."
'Ha-bloody ha,' he thought sarcastically. 'I won't be able to tell the difference between night and day, and I can't even speak for crying out loud!' he started moving his arms wildly about. 'How will I tell Dumbledore what happened?'
"I will go with you," Draco said seriously, gently pushing Harry back to lie down. "Now quit crying over spilled milk and go to bed."
'You're leaving?' Harry thought in panic. 'At least give me some paper and a quill so that I can write!' He would never be able to translate to Ron that a psycho-witch had come into their dorm and tried killing him, but before that had cursed him with some of her own little magic and made him not only blind, but mute.
Draco sat there for a moment, thinking about this problem, then came to a conclusion. "I will be back before the others awaken."
'Could you hand me my wand?' Harry asked trying to feel for it.
He felt the familiar soft wood fall into his hand. "Why do you need it?"
'I want to see if maybe there's a spell that can reverse this.' He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"Um, Harry?"
'In lucem proffere!' when nothing happened, he repeated it a second, third time without success. 'Why doesn't it do anything?'
"Your voice is gone, Harry," Draco said gently, seeing how distressed his expression was and started stroking his cheek. "We will find an answer tomorrow when I come."
'Draco,' Harry looked slightly woozy.
"Yes?"
'How do you even get in here?' Harry asked, remembering that Draco couldn't come in without the password, and no one was so reckless as to speak of it near Slytherins.
"Go to sleep," he could feel the dawn coming and needed to get back to his room fast. Before leaving, he brushed a kiss against Harry's cheek and hastened his departure.
'Why me?' Harry dropped back against what he felt was his pillow and dozed off again, keeping the previous evening as a dream.
* * * * * * * * * *
"Wake up, Harry," a soft voice whispered into his ear. He didn't want to get up yet, he knew it was way too early for any kind of arising.
"Go away," he tried muttering, but felt his air cut off instantly. He opened his eyes wide and was struggling to breathe again.
A arm was slid around his waist and a hand against his chest, "Breathe slowly, but don't try to speak."
'Draco!' the shouted in his mind.
"I said I would come before anyone else was awake," Harry could picture him smirking his most annoying smile. "How do you feel?" he asked in his most serious manner.
'I feel like I normally do when I get up,' he muttered drowsily in his thoughts, 'I feel like going back to bed.' The darkness that seemed eternal to him was really starting to get on his nerves. 'I feel like I'm forever trapped in the shadows.'
When Draco didn't say anything, Harry waved his hand in front of what he thought would be Draco's face. 'Draco?'
"I'm fine," he said, shaking his head, "now let's get you some clothes." Draco got up from the bed and started moving to Harry's trunk.
'. . . pardon?'
"You need to get dressed," he answered in a Hermione-matter-of-fact tone.
'You can't!' Harry felt his face growing warmer by the second.
"Can't what?" Draco asked in a confused tone. "I'm just getting some clothes for you to put on."
'Oh,' Harry had thought that he would dress him. His face got even warmer at the thought of Draco seeing him in his boxers. 'I didn't know that.'
Harry couldn't see the malicious glint in Draco's eyes as he saw his thoughts. He smiled a mischievous smile and walked back over to Harry, putting a blue sweatshirt and blue jeans in his lap, giving him a pair of socks directly in his hand.
'Thank you.' Harry had a little trouble getting his socks on, but got the hang of it after some failed trials. He stopped in the middle of pulling his shirt off when he remembered he was being watched. 'Um, Draco?'
"Yes?" his answer was dripping with too much innocence, which made Harry a little edgy with being in the same room as him.
'Could you please not watch me?' Harry closed his eyes, his face once again a ripe tomato.
"What shall I watch?" Draco was having an amusing time watching Harry search his thoughts for the right words without feeling to humiliated in front of him.
'You know what I mean,' he said half-heartedly. How did Draco always get him in such a state?
"Very well." Harry only started dressing again as he heard his foot- steps go some distance and slowly started fading.
Once he was left alone, he let out a discontented sigh. Starting again with pulling his clothes off, he thought about what the girl had said. 'She wants revenge,' he pondered, getting his shirt on over his head, ' revenge for something either vampires or carpets or whatever did to her long ago.' Sliding into his jeans and zipping them up, he then crawled around on the floor looking for his shoes. 'Why didn't she reverse her spell before vanishing?' he thought in anguish, hitting his head against the corner of his trunk. 'I don't know if I'll survive the day like this. . .'
"Looking for something?" a drowzy voice asked behind him.
'Neville!' he thought in surprise, then remembered that he used the bathroom in the mornings and went back to bed.
"You're shoes are to your left," he said, walking over and dropping them in front of him. "Honestly Harry, how do you expect to see anything without your glasses?"
Harry prayed that he was shrugging in his direction, giving him his most confused smile. Hearing Neville walk off while muttering something, he let his breath out in a rush. 'Thank goodness he didn't pay any attention.' He hurriedly put his shoes on, though had them on the wrong feet the first time, tucked the strings in the side and started making his way to the stairs. He at least knew that direction by heart from where his bed stood, nearly right across from it. Harry's next challenge were the stairs. Holding on to the rail with little more than desperate hope, he slowly made his way down, relieved when he felt the smooth floor underneath his feet.
"It took you long enough," a purring voice called from a corner to his right.
'Draco?'
"Who else would you expect at six in the morning?" Draco covered the distance between them in two long strides, took Harry's arm and started leading him to what he guessed was the portrait.
'Where are we going?' he had no clue where Draco was leading him to.
"We're going to see the old Crackhead if he can help us," he said, seizing Harry's arm into his own. "He should be able to tell us what that girl did to you last night."
'But don't you need a password to get in?' Harry was curious how Draco kept getting all of this secret stuff.
Instead, Draco stopped and stood there. "Damnit!"
'What?'
Draco didn't answer immediately, instead he held Harry in front of him and Harry could feel those silver eyes burning through him again. "How much do you trust me sofar?"
'Um. . .'
"I can get us through, but you have to trust me completely."
That was beyond Harry's capability. After all he's been through with and without him, he had it very difficult to trust someone who wasn't Hermione or Ron. 'I. . . I don't know if I can-'
"That's okay Harry," Draco said, already knowing that he couldn't expect that of Harry, not yet. "You will wait by the statue, then I will let you in from inside."
'Um, okay.' Harry didn't have much of an option, seeing as Draco was both his eyes and voice now. As the walked further down the hall, they stopped in what he felt as the middle. 'What are we doing?'
"Wait here," Draco said, letting go of Harry's arm and vanishing without any kind of sound.
'Draco?' Harry had enough of these sudden silences, especially if he couldn't see why they were. Trying to move towards the wall, he breathed in quick as he felt himself trip and start falling. 'Draco!'
"I'm right here," Harry fell against his chest when he could feel that they weren't in a place that offered much room. "Let's go see what Dumbledore has to say about this now."
'We're inside the staircase?' He felt the ground move slightly against his feet, then started rotating upwards.
"We're now in front of his doors, if that's what you mean," Draco said trying to lighten the mood, which he didn't have much practice in if any at all.
A/N: Suggestions, comments, arguments, hate notes, whatever you have to say, speak your mind! ^-^ And I have decided to rewrite chapter 2. Hope that makes some of you happy. I try *sniff *
