Anyone who saw Harry and Draco that Monday morning would of been startled. Never would they of seen two people who looked completely different look so similar. Both had skin paler than usual, accented by the dark circles under their eyes. Both looked exhausted and slightly ruffled.
During breakfast, gossip was passed around so quickly about what could be going on. The two hadn't been seen together besides that breif moment yesterday afternoon. Could it of been a side effect from the Sacrio spell? Was it tapping their energy, leaving both looking dead on their feet?
Of course, no one knew about the mind joining spell, which had yet to be reversed since the two hadn't spoken since their arugment.
Harry absently pushed his food around on his plate, not particularily hungry that morning. Unfortunately, thanks to classes, he couldn't crawl back into bed as he had yesterday. Another sleepless night had plagued him, after the strange mixture of dreams that had assulted him.
He was so dazed, he couldn't even tell which had been his own. He didn't really want to explore either of them very closely. The joining seemed to be stronger this morning, whether it be from his tiredness or the train of his thoughts, but even his thoughts didn't seem to be his own. The whipser of Draco's voice followed his own, as though they weren't indeed two seperate minds.
Still, after the nightmare, Harry was grateful. There was no threat there, it caused no fear inside of him. It was something familiar, even after such a short time, and it helped soothe his edgy nerves.
Still, that in itself made him nervous.
Why wasn't he upset about the second dream of passion? Why hadn't he been upset the first time? It had unsettled him, certainly, but the memory of it cause only confusion. There was no revulsion toward it, no real sense of the wrongness that it should of caused. He had been kissing, touching Draco. Had found fascination in the other's body and mind. For the life of him, he couldn't understand why part of him hungered for more.
He wanted to know Draco. He couldn't deny that now. He wanted to know what made up the blond, his personality, his magic, his thoughts and dreams. He wanted to know why and how, and everything else.
Gods, he was confused.
He could feel the hunger that his thoughts created in the other, although he could tell Draco was trying to hide it. Draco was just as curious as he, and unable to hide it in the befuddled condition they were in. The texture of skin and hair and lips, the warmth and comfort in the touch of minds and bodies. What would it be like not to fight, not to hate? What would it be like to see each other and talk like friends, to jest and joke and tease without malice?
What would it be like to kiss?
Harry shuddered, trying to pull himself away from those thoughts. He had to regain some kind of control over himself.
Luckily, Hermoine suddenly appeared beside him, and he grabed for the distraction as she pinned urgent eyes on him. She hadn't been here when he and Ron had arrived for breakfast, although they had made sure a space remained open for her at the table beside them.
"Harry, you wouldn't believe what I just heard," she said in a whisper, leaning over so that no one else would be able to overhear.
"What?" he questioned, a little worried at the need for secrecy.
"I had just dropped off an extra assignment I'd done for Dark Arts when I heard Grendall talking with Dumbledore. They were talking about you and Malfoy, and the Sarcio spell. Apparently, it wasn't just coincidence that Grendall had chosen the two of you."
"What are you talking about?"
"I guess Grendall wasn't as oblivious to the hatred between you and Malfoy as we thought. Neither was Dumbledore. We weren't actually supposed to learn the Sarcio spell for a couple of months, but Dumbledore asked Grendall to teach it. I guess it was some plan to help you and Malfoy get along."
Harry was startled by this revelation, having never thought that there had been a reason behind Grendall's apparent bad judgement. "Why would they do that? It's not like there has never been competition and fighting between students before. Almost all of the Gryffendor's and Slytherin's dislike each other."
Hermoine shook her head. "They didn't talk about it long, and I didn't want to be caught outside the door, so I don't know exactly why they did it. But, I guess, Dumbledore thought it would be better for you and Malfoy if you got along with each other."
Harry was quiet as he digested this. Really, he suspected that Sarcio had done a lot more than just that.