Chapter 18
Frozen, not just from fear, but from that damn freezing charm from Malfoy, Ron's eyes widen slightly, as tears streamed down his face, as a result of him not being able to blink. Listening more carefully, he heard voices outside the kitchen, whispering furiously, "don't even think of it, Remus! You'll get someone killed! Probably her, or you!" one voice hissed sharply, a second followed after a brief guilty pause, "it's not as if there aren't risks, Molly, I assure you, I have looked at the dangers and possibilities and it seems it only consumes humans which rules out her and I, see? There's a loophole there for a start!"
"What? Not human! How cruel can you be to the poor girl? She's confused and alone right now and you're calling her inhuman!" came Molly's scandalised voice from outside the kitchen.
Ron longed to blink as his mind reeled, what on earth were they on about? And what was he to do about this damn charm! But alas, he was not to wait long as the familiar shuffle of his mother's slippers on the floor entered the flagstone floor and a quiet, inscrutable "Ronald!" echoed softly through the darkness. 'Darn,' Ron thought to himself, 'busted'.
Meanwhile, Draco climbed the stairs, snickering to himself, Stupid Weasel King he thought, eating brownies, I made them for me! Me and EBONY! Not some blood traitor who's scared of spiders…His thoughts were broken though by the sound of a door opening, hey? Isn't that the door to my and Ebony's room? He thought, as he slipped into the shadows, clutching the plate of brownies as he watched Potter slip through the doorway…
The dark, the pain, it was everywhere, the familiar acrid smell surrounded her, enveloping her in it's cold, rank tomb as she clawed the air, fighting for control, trying to feel…Something, anything…She was gasping for breath, the mist clogging her throat, cutting off her air as her eyes widened, the white around her pupils a stark contrast to the black swirls that dilated rapidly in her terror.
She couldn't feel him; he had left her, why had he left her? She let out a dry sob and looked around blindly in the darkness of her own mind, trapped and caged in her own sub conscious as the dry harsh laughter filled her ears, so solid the sound seemed to curl around her body and caress her as she screamed. He had left her like this, he had always been there, now he was gone, just like they all were, leaving, struggling out of her grip and she couldn't control it…
Harry had heard her thrashing, and sat in silent expectation for the familiar soothing noises from Malfoy that he had been accustomed to hearing night after night as he berated himself for his weakness.
But it never came…
So, silently sliding out of his bed, and pulling on a pair of boxers and a T-shirt, he crept out of his room, and slowly opened the door to the bedroom next door, peering round the door to see if Malfoy was in the room, he smiled to himself, the little git had gone off somewhere, probably torturing the house elves again. So he padded into the room, perching carefully on the edge of the bed as he reached out a tentative hand to the girl who lashed out on the bed, arms failing to feel for something her subconscious had thought out, small whimpers coming from her mouth.
His hand touched her gently, and her hands came up, clasping it in her fevered state, gripping it tightly in both of her slender hands, the nails digging into his skin as she nuzzled it, still asleep, desperate for the comfort it offered. He reached out his other hand, softly brushing the damp hair away from her face, exposing her brows, scrunched up in pain and confusion from her dreams and he felt his heart leap at the raw emotion he saw there, why hadn't he done this sooner? She welcomed the attention, and Malfoy, that git, he had just abandoned her! No doubt he knew full well by now that this kind of thing would happen, and what did he do? Leave her! Typical!
He was so confused, he felt so strong, full of the emotions he felt as he watched the sleeping girl, her face relaxing even as he watched her, a small smile playing on her lips as she continued to nuzzle into his hand, pulling it further towards her so Harry had to lean on his elbows in the mussed up covers so she could still hold his hand between hers.
He leaned forwards, brushing his lips against her still damp forehead, and suddenly her other hand came sweeping up, her eyes still closed, as she pulled him down by the back of his head, kissing him on the lips as they bumped noses.
Draco was there, of course he was, holding her hand, soothing her, she smiled to herself, her lips curling as she relaxed, gripping his hand. She felt the softest brush of his lips on her forehead, and her grin widened, surprise him she thought, pulling him down and kissing him on the lips, as she opened her eyes…
…To find bright green ones looking back at her, a look of confusion and lust, and, something else, swirling in them as she gasped into his mouth, pushing him back solidly.
"What the feck!" she stuttered, eyes wide in her head as she stared at him, hand automatically brought up to her lips, still feeling the tingling after touch of his soft lips on hers, so like Draco, but so very different. Harry.
I know! I shood be shot for making it such a short chapter, and I'm SORRY! But seriously, I have no idea what I'm gonna do with this now...I have SOO many loose ends to tie up and it's really hard to focus this story after this many chapters...Ack, Gods be damned! I will try to update as soon as I can...Though I must admit to being hugely amused whiel reading back on this, it's been a trip down memory lane to say the least!
