Oblivio Nex

Chapter 5

A startled scream awoke the boys the next morning. Harry jerked awake quickly and looked around, alarmed, automatically reaching for his wand.

"Whatsamatta?" Draco mumbled, snuggling up to Harry in sleepy unawareness.

Harry's cheeks reddened as Draco pressed closer and he looked up guiltily at one very shocked nurse. He couldn't believe how easily he'd fallen asleep with Draco in his arms last night, the other boy exhausted from his pain.

"Good morning?" Harry ventured after an awkward pause.

"I will not tolerate this! You are to sleep in separate beds. No students will be taking advantage of their situations in this hospital wing – especially you two," Madam Pomfrey said firmly, when she'd recovered.

"Yes, Madam Pomfrey," Harry muttered.

He poked Draco but all the boy did was sigh happily, already back asleep. Harry rolled his eyes.

"He's not moving," Harry informed the nurse.

"It's his bed. I believe, Mr. Potter, that you're the one who should be moving," the nurse said with an arched eyebrow.

Harry blushed again and slunk out of the bed, thoroughly chagrined.

Once he'd done that Madam Pomfrey seemed to be satisfied.

"Wake him up, please and then I'll send your breakfast in," Madam Pomfrey said before she walked out.

Harry turned to the sleeping boy and felt his heart contract at the sight of such innocence. Then Harrysmiled slyly and wondered if he could get away with something not so innocent…

Harry, unable to stop himself, hesitantly lowered his lips to Draco's and softly kissed the blonde. When he pulled away he grinned as he saw Draco's small contented smile.

The pale boy's eyes fluttered open and Harry flushed when Draco gave him a confused look.

"What?" Harry asked defensively.

"You've got this funny look on your face," Draco said as he noticed Harry's almost dreamy expression.

"Madam Pomfrey just caught me in your bed," Harry said, changing the subject.

The Slytherin raised his eyebrows mockingly.

"And she enjoyed the sight so much she kissed you senseless and left you all doe-eyed?" Draco smirked at Harry's disgusted look.

"What? No! Yuck! And no one said anything about kisses, I mean the last time I kissed anyone, well I don't remember but I think it was probably a long time ago that I last kissed. No kisses for me, ha, ha," Harry laughed weakly.

"And on that note I think I'm going to go back to sleep," Draco said with an arched eyebrow.

"Right, okay, I'll be over here. Not kissing or anything," Harry said, while cursing his brain that had seemed to give up thinking halfway into the sentence.

Draco just shook his head at Harry's mutterings. He tried to get back to sleep but his mind just kept wandering to Harry and when he noticed the other boy had gone back over to his bed to change, Draco's eyes wouldn't stop tracking the boy's every move.

"You, Draco Malfoy, are obsessed," Draco observed quietly.

He watched as Harry pulled out his clothes and eagerly awaited watching him undress. Harry, unaware of Draco's attention, frowned into his trunk. He'd seen something shimmering underneath his robes and when he bent down to uncover it, he found even more of the strange iridescent material hidden beneath his clothes. He wondered what it was and lifted it out cautiously, looking at the beautiful cloak with awe.

"Wow!" Harry quickly swished the cloak on over his shoulders and twirled.

A yelp came from Draco's bed and Harry rushed over in concern.

"What's the matter?" Harry asked.

Draco looked at him, a little startled.

"You, you've disappeared," Draco breathed.

"Huh?"

Draco rolled his eyes and quickly got out of the bed and led Harry over to the mirror on the far wall of the room.

"Whoa!" Harry exclaimed.

Harry bobbed his head up and down and laughed when it looked as though his head was flying in mid air.

"It must be an Invisibility Cloak, those are really expensive," Draco said, impressed.

"And rare," Harry mused, his hands stroking the inside fabric.

Suddenly Draco's eyes lit with excitement and he grinned mischievously. Harry's heart jolted at Draco's impish expression and he tried to smother the urge to kiss the boy for the second time today.

"You know what this means?"

Harry looked at him for a moment and then his green eyes widened as he caught on.

"We can get out," Harry said, with a smirk that matched Draco's perfectly. Harry noticed Draco looked just a little too pleased with himself and his smirk widened as he added teasingly, "and all thanks to me."

Draco's eyebrows rose and he looked at the smug Gryffindor.

"Harry, if it hadn't been for me you would have stayed here all day in front of the mirror pretending to be a ghost," Draco said, a little annoyed at the other boy.

"I would not," Harry denied, but inwardly cringing that the thought had indeed crossed his mind.

"Yes, you would. If I hadn't of pointed out that we could get out of here you would have done exactly that. That thing would have entertained you for ages like it would a child." Draco smirked.

"I'm not a child," Harry retorted, unhappy with how teasingDraco had turned on him.

Harrygrinned as an idea occurred to him and he quickly slipped the Cloak's hood over his head. Draco's eyes widened as Harry disappeared completely and he took a quick few cautious steps back.

"Of course you're not a child, Harry," Draco called out to the invisible boy. "I was only joking."

"You're not just saying that?"

Draco whipped around to the voice coming from by his ear.

"No, of course not Harry," Draco said sweetly as he looked to where he thought the other boy was.

Suddenly Draco was pushed backwards roughly and the Slytherin shivered as invisible hands and an invisible body pinned him to the wall. He bit his lip at the odd yet incredibly arousing sensation.

"And you're not just saying that because you happen to be completely defenceless?" Draco felt Harry's breath on his face as he asked his soft question.

Draco swallowed nervously and tried to control himself but he was quickly losing the battle with his enthusiastic libido and Harry wasn't even visible! He closed his eyes briefly while trying to keep the image of Snape and Dumbledore having tea naked, firmly in his mind. That picture should ward off any unfortunate side effects Harry's close and forceful proximity was having on him.

"Well?" Harry asked softly.

Draco was almost sure he felt a hand stroke his hair but before he could confirm that, Madam Pomfrey walked in. Dracowas quickly released and Harry pulled off the Cloak while the nurse was setting down their breakfasts.

"I see you've not changed," Madam Pomfrey remarked critically as she turned to look at them. "Draco, are you all right? You look a little flushed. If you start having anything strange happen to you, come to me straight away as they could be side–effects from the poiso – potion."

Draco nodded numbly, blushing harder as Madam Pomfrey mentioned his ruffled expression.

Harry glanced at the slender boy and covered a smile as he wondered how anyone could ever be that adorable.

When the nurse left, Draco glared at Harry sulkily.

"I'll get you back for that," Dracowarned.

"I'm sure you will," Harry grinned playfully.

The boys ate their breakfasts quickly, despite the deliciousness of their breakfast of creamy eggs and warm buttered toast. They wanted to explore the school as soon as possible.

"How are we going to keep Madam Pomfrey away from our room while we're gone?" Harry asked Draco, frowning.

"Easy, I know an Illusion Charm that can make it look like we're here – she shouldn't bother us then," Draco said airily.

"How do you know so much stuff that I don't?" Harry wondered, baffled that he didn't know this when they were in the same year.

"Who'd you think is the better student?" Draco smirked.

Harry rolled his eyes at Draco's ego, but when he saw a fleeting reflection of that same fear in the boy's silver eyes he had last night, he frowned a little.

"You okay?" Harry asked, lightly holding Draco's elegant long fingered hand.

"Yes, of course," Draco said quickly, moving away from Harry's hand. "Let's go explore Hogwarts."

Draco shook off his outward melancholy and smiled. Yet inside he was still pondering Harry's question – why did he know so much more than Harry? The extent of his knowledge and what some of it consisted of made Draco feel quite uncomfortable. Some of the things that were stored away safely, in the only place of his mind that the potion hadn't touched, disturbed him greatly. Most of it was Dark magic and coupled with what he'd found out last night, everything he knew about his own life made him feel nothing but fear.

Draco shuddered but then gently shook his head, burying the thoughts away. It had no place in his life at the moment – here with Harry he was just a boy, and that was how he longed to stay, so he didn't chase around for answers he didn't really want.

Harry, sensing Draco's shifting moods, took up the Cloak with a comedic flourish and pulled it over both of them – glad when Draco let out a small giggle at his theatrics.

"The charm?" Harry whispered.

Draco nodded and concentrated on creating an image of Harry and himself doing homework on their beds.

"Reproba Statua," Draco whispered as he pointed his wand.

Harry grinned as two completely life-like images of themselves appeared on their beds, and he squeezed Draco's hand excitedly. He turned to the door, keeping Draco with him while making sure the Cloak covered them both, and noted with trepidation they'd have to stay very close together to not be seen.

Harry quietly opened the door and peeked out of the slim opening, breathing a sigh of relief when he saw Madam Pomfrey wasn't there. Draco and Harry tiptoed over to the door, and just as they were about to exit the Wing they froze as the doors opened and two figures sneaked inside. One was a dark haired, mean-looking boy and the other a pug-faced girl. Both seemed to be looking for something.

"Where is he?" the dark haired boy scowled.

"Now, now Blaise – temper," the girl admonished with a smirk. "I told you they'd both be in isolation, even if they weren't 'catching'. You never do listen."

Harry tightened his grip on Draco protectively; he knew the two intruders were both talking about Harry and Draco, and that wasn't a good thing. He quietly moved flat back against the wall, Draco's body held securely in front of his own.

"Listen, Parkinson," Blaise snarled, "I've been ordered to check up on our little Brat-Prince. He hasn't completed his task and he also hasn't written to Lucius for a whole week. I need to do this, so don't patronise me!"

The girl looked at him, unimpressed.

"They're not here, but if you want to inspect every corner of the Hospital Wing for Draco, then be my guest," Parkinson gestured to the empty room.

Blaise scowled at her again before doing exactly that, and the Parkinson girl watched in amusement.

Harry and Draco tensed as he walked by their room but the Concealment Charm that the boys had speculated Dumbledore had placed on it remained solid, and Blaise passed by. Harry tugged on Draco's hand and pulled him out of the Hospital Wing quickly.

When they had walked down the corridor outside, away from the two students, Harry whispered,

"What was that all about?"

Draco frowned and tried to ignore the bad feeling settling over him.

"I don't know. They were looking for us."

"They knew you. Do you want to go back and talk to them?" Harry asked, hoping Dracowould refuse.

"No, I don't think we should. They seemed…"

"Up to no good?" Harry suggested with a grin.

Draco smiled at the boy's words and laughed softly.

"Exactly."

Suddenly they both became aware that they were at last out of the infirmary and Harry immediately whipped off the Cloak.

"What are you doing?" Draco asked, alarmed.

"Well, no one's about – I presume they're all in lessons so it'll be safe to walk around now – besides being under that thing's stuffy. If anyone comes we can quickly get back under the Cloak," Harry answered. In reality, he just wanted to put some space between Draco and him so he could get his wits back together after being so near the boy.

"I suppose it'll be okay," Draco said hesitantly.

Harry rolled his eyes at the boy's cautiousness.

"Of course it will, now come on – we've got a castle to see!" Harry laughed.

Harry and Draco explored the winding corridors and peeked into the occasional classroom as they walked. Hogwarts, it appeared, was a very interesting place. Already they'd come across two rogue toads, a tap-dancing suit of armour (what a noise that had made!) and a rather scared looking half-clay newt that seemed to have been a botched Transfiguration project. Harry watched with a smile as Draco turned it back into a normal newt.

"What are you smiling at, Potter?" Draco asked, irritated and embarrassed at having been caught in such a pathetically kind act.

"You," Harry answered honestly.

Draco blushed.

"You're so… sweet," Harry said, smiling goofily as he looked into Draco's eyes – noting the flush on the boy's pale cheeks with wicked delight.

"Soft git," Draco mumbled, looking at the floor because of his nervousness at Harry's sudden, exclusively focused attention. "It was only a silly newt."

"That just makes you even sweeter," Harry whispered affectionately.

Harry tentatively moved a hand up to brush Draco's white blonde hair back out of his anxious eyes.

"Harry-"

"Malfoy!" a startled voice exclaimed.

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To be continued…