Disclaimer: Once again. I own nothing but the clothes on my back. sighs

A/n: So yeah. I got done this chapter a bit faster than before.. This one is rather nifty I'd say. Poor ickle Harryikins is confused. . But hey. If he wasn't, there'd be no story. Sorry for the shortness.. shrugs It seemed like it was short to me.. Ah well. R&R. Tell me if there's anything you would like to see happen in the next chapter! Much love!

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Paige

Chapter Four: Confusion

Darkness. That's all there was. Just pitch black, cold darkness.. It burned as much as it froze them. Draco was still on Harry, breathing heavily. Harry breathed with him, trying to make it less uncomfortable. Draco's head was on Harry chest and he seemed to be whimpering.. Harry chose not to point out the fact that his worst enemy was laying on him whimpering and trembling. He had nothing to say actually.. He was quite speechless..

Turning his head, he tried to see if he could do just that. See. He tried to see if he could at least spot a glimmer of distant light. A glimmer to show him he wasn't plunged into darkness completely. A glimmer to show him that the lights hadn't gone out all over the world. A glimmer of perhaps hope. He felt very strange as he sat there, Draco practically laying on him.. Then he felt a rush of cold.

It was a cold so deep. So penetrating he knew it only came from one thing.. Dementors. He shuddered, startling Draco.

"Jesus Christ!" Draco yelled, latching onto Harry's shirt. Harry awkwardly patted the blonde on the back. He pitied Draco.. He seemed so defenseless.. So.. Innocent.. But before Harry had anytime to scold himself for that thought, he heard footsteps outside the compartment door. He stopped breathing. Dementors didn't walk..

The compartment door slowly slid open. Even though Harry knew he wouldn't be able to see a thing, he looked anyway. As if the gods had granted his wish, a wand was lit. But it was neither Harry's nor Draco's wand. It was the intruders. The intruder was a tall person, cloaked in black and a mask. Harry figured he was a male on the fact that the person had broad shoulders and seemed far too big.

Death Eater.. God dammit. Harry cursed to himself silently. Oddly, he wrapped his arms around Draco rather protectively. It was absent minded, but still done all the same. Draco folded in Harry's arms as if he were a small child. This was odd to Harry.. Wasn't Draco to become a Death Eater when he became of age? He shook this thought from his mind and rested it on the fact that there was a Death Eater standing in front of him, wand held out, as he, Harry Potter, savoir of the wizarding world, held Draco Malfoy, the biggest prat on the face of the earth. He blinked a few times to try and clarify the situation, but didn't have time.

"Oh Mr. Malfoy.. The Dementors have come for you.. They missed you.. I believe they even wish to give you a kiss.. " The Death Eater said nastily, confirming Harry's beliefs. The man had a deep voice. It sent a chill through Harry, and apparently Draco as well.

"Oh come now Draco.. Stop cowering.. You should have known when you committed that horrid crime that you'd pa-" But the Death Eater was cut off. Another, brighter light shone from behind him.

" I demand you remove your self from this train at once." A fiery voice rang out. Harry risked a smile. Dumbledore had come.

"Old man. I do not fear you like the Dark Lord does. I care not what you say you can do to me.. I am far" But Harry never got to hear the rest. Dumbledore had apparently had enough, and hexed the man as he arrogantly spoke. He winked at Harry as he led the man away magically.

Harry still felt the cold of the Dementors.. It wasn't the same bone-chilling feeling as when they were practically upon you, but it was still uncomfortable all the same. Over the summer Harry had received a book on how to control things like memories when a Dementor was near. He had received this book about mid-June and it was from his good friend. R. J. Lupin. He read and re-read the book furiously throughout the summer. It must have worked. He felt nothing but cold. No memories. Nothing. But he seemed to be the only one.

The train was silent. How could a silent train seem to be screaming? Seem to be so loud that Harry felt as if his ears were going to bleed? He pondered this for a while before a shudder from Draco brought him back to the present reality. Harry absentmindedly rubbed Draco's back softly. That's what he did for everyone. That's all he knew how to do when someone was distraught.

Seconds turned into minutes. Minutes turned into hours. Two hours had gone by. The same cold filled the train as if it were being frozen for desert. Harry and Draco remained in the same position. Harry could no longer feel his legs or hand as he rubbed the trembling blonde's back. He wanted so badly to speak.. But he knew even the smallest whisper would startle Draco.. Harry knew that was the last thing this poor boy needed.

POOR BOY?! WHAT THE HELL! POOR FUCKING BOY?! Harry James Potter! Ron is a poor boy. You are a poor boy.. In some sense. Draco Malfoy is NOT a poor boy..

But if he's not and you are.. Why are you holding him? Harry scowled. He then had the urge to push Draco off of him, curse at him and send him on his way.. But he just.. Couldn't. This was so strange! Dare he even think it.. Draco felt.. Right. Like he fit into Harry's arms.. Like he were designed to be held by Harry.. Another ridiculous thought.. But Harry didn't scold himself this time. He was too tired.. Sleep was what he needed.. Sleep and lots of it..

The train gave an awful lurch forwards as it once again began to make its way to Hogwarts. Lucky for the students, the train was only about 9 miles away from the school. It only took about 20 minutes before the train conductor voiced over the intercom that they would arrive at Hogwarts in about 10 minutes time.

The booming voice woke Harry up. He jerked up, looking around wildly. The last thing he remembered was Malfoy.. Malfoy and darkness.. He then began to search his body, looking for something. Some type of curse, hex, anything! A third leg, a second mouth. But it seemed the longer he looked, the more he realized that Malfoy hadn't done a thing. And there wasn't even a trace that he had been there. Had he dreamed it all up? Was he really there? Harry began to doubt the fact that Malfoy had even come into his compartment. That was until the flutter of paper falling to the ground caught his attention.

He bent over to pick it up, and then stood back to full height when he had obtained the aforementioned paper. He adjusted his glasses slightly out of habit and read the words.

Harry-

Sorry I left without a goodbye. I had to. Crabbe and Goyle appeared while you were still sleeping. So I convinced them I was trying to curse you. Just figured I should leave you a note.

Yours truly,

Draco Malfoy

Harry sighed, and folded the letter putting it in his pocket. He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes roughly.

I can't believe this.. Was he really here? Was I really holding him? Why doesn't this disgust me like it should?! I mean sheesh.. It's not like I'm gay or anything.. Right? No! Harry James Potter! You are not. I repeat NOT gay. You've had loads of girlfriends! Well. Four.. But still! You had them.. Even if they didn't last long.. I mean. Cho was one thing. She seemed too flaky.. Padma was a bit too clingy.. Susan was also a bit too clingy.. And Hannah just.. Wasn't your type.. She also tried to kiss you.. That was awkward huh? And she had absolutely no sense of style. Her hair was always a mess, and she never really dressed up when you took her out to eat. I mean seriously.. Wait. What. The. Fuck. Did I just think. Did I just think what I thought I thought? I can't be. I refuse to be. There is no way in hell that I, Harry James Potter, am gay… Right ?