When Draco returned to Harry's room, she was still in the same position, although there was an empty plate of food beside her. Draco picked a book on wandless magic off the bookshelves and sat down in the chair opposite her, then began to read.
Draco only looked up from the book once he had finished it; his eyes were sagging from the lack of sleep and he thought it was probably about 4 in the morning. When he thought about the long walk back to his own room, he groaned, and then looked at Harry's soft, inviting and empty bed... he collapsed into it and fell asleep almost immediately.
o - o - o - o - o
When Draco woke up the next morning, sunlight was streaming through the windows. He pulled out his wand and cast a quick tempus, and groaned when he realised that it was only 7 in the morning.
Draco glanced over at Harry, noting that she was still sitting in the same position as when he had last seen her; holding the heavy book steadily, eyes furiously scanning the page for information. Draco sighed fondly and left her to it.
He picked out another book on wandless magic, before once again settling down to read.
This book was more dense than the previous one, and Draco found it was about 1 in the morning by the time he finished it. He was exhausted, having only had 4 hours of sleep the previous night, so he once again collapsed on Harry's bed, and fell asleep immediately.
o - o - o - o - o
When Draco woke early the next morning, it was to find Harry curled up around him on the bed. Evidently, she had finished her chapter at some point last night, fallen asleep, and then rolled over to his side in the night. He made to pull away, but as soon as he did, Harry started to thrash and moan barely formed words in her sleep. Draco instantly froze, then slowly moved back to where he was before, gently threading his fingers through her hair and humming a lullaby his mother had sung to him when he was a young child.
o - o - o - o - o
Narcissa Malfoy was not annoyed. No, she was controlling that emotion for now. Draco had agreed to meet her an hour ago, after saying he could cancel whatever mysterious thing he had planned. But no, he hadn't been there this morning. What had changed in the year she'd been away?
She strode towards Draco's room, and thumped on the door. Upon hearing no response, she slammed her way into the room, only to find it empty. At this realisation, she turned on her heel and stormed off, moving towards Lucius' office, where she could feel his magic - but where was Draco's power?
When she arrived, Lucius seemed to be expecting her, and merely named one of the guest rooms, before returning to his work. Why in Morgana's name was Draco in one of the guest rooms?
As she reached the room Lucius had said, she flung open the door only to freeze. There, on the bed, was her 12 year-old son, curled around a girl who appeared to be about his age. Narcissa took a few deep breaths, reminding herself that Draco was twelve, so it would be merely platonic, before striding back to Lucius' office. When she entered again, slightly agape, he chuckled.
"We have a resident girl-who-lived. She and Draco are very good friends." He said in response to his wife's unasked question.
"But...why? He's never been close to anyone before." Narcissa countered, confused.
"The dark lord ordered me to kidnap her; he is her only link to the outside world, and she cannot leave him alone. It is the perfect match." Lucius said tightly, but Narcissa could tell he was leaving something unsaid.
"What does the dark lord want her for?" She asked, fearing the answer.
"I don't know" was the only response Lucius could give.
A/N: sorry for the short chapter