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It is early morning and all is silent in the Slytherin dormitory. Draco lay still on his bed, tangled in his sheets. His post-dream tossing and turning had caused the silk to bind him loosly, so that when his body attempted to roll him onto the ground, he hung suspended on the edge for a moment or two before gravity took over and the pale boy fell to the ground in a heap. The noise was not enough to wake his dorm-mates. Goyle and Crabbe were sleeping beyond their bed curtains, and Zabini hadn't returned from a late night rendezvous with a feast in the kitchens.
Still tangled in his sheets, he groped for his wand blindly, not bothering to open his eyes. He was tired, and he didn't want to see what was under his bed, where his wand had rolled earlier that night.
As he felt around the dusty floor, his long, pale fingers grazed across a sleek surface. Confused and muffed with sleep, he pulled it out to the light of his bedside candle. It was a photo of Harry Potter and himself, flying around the quidditch pitch, side by side, all alone. No bludgedrs to chase them, no crowds to cheer. They had set up a magical camera to take one sole picture of them together, not competing, arguing, or putting up a front for the school.
Draco smiled, remembering when Harry had suggested it, merely three weeks ago. Draco had refused at first, not wanting their secret relationship to be exposed, but gave in. Draco couldn't resist Harry's sparkling green eyes, and doubted anyone ever could. He'd taken the picture, and they'd hurried off to Hogsmeade under Harry's invisibility cloak to meet back up with their seperate groups of friends.
Draco also remembered sneering at Harry from across the Hog's Head. Zabini had wanted to jinx Harry, but Draco had diverted their attention to Ginny Weasley hexing Micheal Corner. It had provided the meager distraction he needed to devise a plan. Draco had pulled out his money bag and declared that his gang was going to go to the bookshop and then to Honeydukes. THey needed to do their Christmas shopping, and he wanted to get his mother a new sugar quill to go with her specialized mirror. He had shared with them his mother's small weakness for sugar-spun quills.
Climbing back into his bed, he tucked the picture deep into his drawer in his nightstand. He would not be able to sleep now, and he had no way of getting to the Gryffindor Tower without getting caught. Until Breakfast, he would lie in bed, in the seventh year dorm. Where all was silent.