Silence Vs Sound

He opened his eyes.

"Good morning, dork. Welcome to hell."

He groaned.

"Will you be having one lump with that or two?"

"…Malfoy…"

"Oh, that's right; you're blind without your other two eyes."

He felt his glasses hit the side of his head. He grimaced and held them.

Malfoy…?

"What are you smiling about, pothead?"

"Nothing."

"While you can."

He frowned while putting his glasses on. "What's that supposed to mean? Why am I here anyway?" he said, looking around. "And, more importantly, why the hell are you here?"

"Babysitting," Malfoy sneered as his voice dripped with sarcasm.

"Fine, I'll just wait to ask a mature adult."

Malfoy's brow rose. "Wait. You mean you really don't remember?"

"Remember what, Malfoy?" he said, his irritation edging its way into his voice.

Malfoy remained silent.

"Right," Harry said, turning back to the ceiling.

"Wait, so nothing is going to happen?" Malfoy exclaimed, incredulous.

"I'm afraid not. It was consensual, he was very aware of what he was doing."

"Is that your excuse this time – troublemaking, hero-complex and now consensual? How can something like that be consensual? Is that even physically possible? Let alone-"

"Mr. Malfoy, do calm down."

"Of course, we're adults here, aren't we?" Malfoy dripped with sarcasm.

"There is nothing we can do unless Harry speaks otherwise."

"Why are you so worked up, Malfoy, it's not like you care."

"Of course I care, Weasley, I've been scarred for life!"

"Aw, poor, innocent Malfoy."

"Aw, good friend Weasley."

"That will be enough from both of you."

"When was that?"

Malfoy turned back to him. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"Uh…"

"Nut," Malfoy said, turning back to the parchment in his hands.

Hours later found Malfoy in the library working on the newest Defense against the Dark Arts essay. He snorted at an elementary document in a reference before returning the book back onto the shelf and returning to the table. These are enough.

He sat in the restricted section and opened the book. In the silence, he absorbed all the information completely and safely. He exhaled as he finished scanning for all the definitions he needed before moving to the text on methods.

"Boo," a breath came at his ear right.

"HOLY MOTHER OF BEELZEBUB!" he howled jumping and throwing the stuff away from him. He whipped out his wand out and pointed it around.

Laughter erupted from in front of him.

"Who is this?!" he hissed glaring at the direction of the sound.

His wand was tugged out of his hand. Out of sheer terror, he let it be taken. It was flipped over and returned to his hand. He held it, eyes still wide.

"This is how you hold it. I thought you would have learned by now," the voice chuckled.

Malfoy's eyes narrowed. Harry's head appeared. "That was hilarious."

"Potter, tell my why I shouldn't kill you right now."

"Because you love me."

"Right. No. I feel generous. Try again."

"Because… Azkaban stinks?"

His eyes narrowed.

Harry laughed and went to sit in front of Malfoy. Malfoy observed him then slowly made his way back to his chair.

Harry chuckled.

"Quiet, sod. What are you doing out of Madame Pomfrey's reach?"

Harry snorted but kept laughing.

The corners of Malfoy's lips lifted as he went back to his work.

"Being very far away." Harry's laughter died and he sat silently.

"You should leave," Malfoy said without looking up.

Harry shrugged.

"I can take points away."

Harry shrugged again.

Malfoy turned to the page.

Harry just sat silently, grabbing a parchment and an extra quill.

The corners of Malfoy's mouth lifted again as he peeked at what Harry was doing.

"You should go sleep instead of dawdle, asking for points to be taken away. Your Gryffindork friends won't appreciate the deduction."

"That's ok." Harry put his hand on his arm that rested on the table. "Smile more."

"Quiet, Potter, or I'll start to think you fancy me or something."

Harry snickered.

Idiot Gryffindork headmaster. "Harry's situation requires sensitivity from everyone." He mocked mentally, writing the closure. He inked the final full stop and stood. "I'm out of here." He returned the books and packed. "Get out of here, Pot…" He looked at Harry as he reached for his extra quill, sleeping on a folded arm while the other held the quill to the parchment.

"Goddamn it, Potter. Why is it always me dragging you away as of late?" He glared at the mess of hair on the table then exhaled, finally convinced there's no waking him. Just leave him there, he decided, mentally. He made his way through the shelves before halting. Goddamn Gryffindor! His scowled as he made his way back to the table and snatching his quill from Harry's hand.

Harry's head snapped up. "Hm?"

"Get out of here, dork."

Harry blinked before starting to nod off. His head flew up once more when rolled up parchment whacked the back of it. "What the hell, Malfoy!"

"10 points from Gryffindor for swearing, Potter."

"Ok, ok! I'm leaving!"

Harry stood, scowling and throwing his invisibility cloak over his shoulder.

"Stupid ferret," he grumbled.

"What's that, Potty?"

"I love the ferret," Harry grunted, walking by.

Malfoy's hand shot out and grasped Harry's elbow, swinging him around and close. His eyes captured Harry's. Harry's heart raced and a blush crept to his face. "Go to bed, Potter. If I find you sprawled in a corridor once more, I'll just leave you there, you hear me?"

Harry's breath remained deep as Malfoy's eyes bore holes through his pupils.

Not long after, Harry found himself walking through the portrait hole, into the common room.

"Harry! We've been looking all over for you!"

He turned to them. "Hey Hermione. Sorry, I had to do some things."

Ron approached him and put a hand on his shoulder. "Hey, mate."

Harry hissed in pain. Ron removed his hand, frowning. "Not yet healed?"

Harry shrugged.

Hermione frowned as if wanted to say something but feared the consequence.

Harry caught her eye.

"Still don't remember, Harry?"

He shrugged once more, shaking his head. "Sorry."

"That's ok… it's probably a good thing."

Harry shrugged. "I'm going to bed."

Hermione nodded. "That's probably a good idea."

Harry smiled. "Goodnight you two."

He run up the stairs.

Ron turned to Hermione. "I've never seen him so excited about going to bed."

"Me either," she laughed.