Timmy forced his heavy eyes open with a soft groan. Light was peeking through a small window, but it was still very early. He stretched his arms out, knowing he was not getting sleep anytime soon. He shoved the still-sleeping Wanda into his pocket, shuffling his feet the whole way into the common room.
Timmy collapsed in an armchair across from the flickering, barely-there flame. A yawn forced it's way out of his lips. His eyes were still so heavy that he could barely keep them open as he leaned back against the cushions.
"Wanda," he whispered, finally letting out what had been bugging him all night long. "How did you know you were in love?"
The fairy opened her eyes, yawning. His question was ringing in her ears. So he was thinking about it. She thought, biting her lip softly. "Timmy, dear," she sighed, fearing she might regret the words she was about to say. "You just have to follow your heart. You will figure it out. You're a smart boy."
Timmy gave the pink wand a small smile. "Thank you Wanda." His eyes started to close, but he jerked himself awake. He did not have time to sleep now. Sure, most people were gone, but he couldn't sleep the day away. What kind of Christmas break was that?
The brunette forced himself from the chair, a low groan slipping through his pink lips. He hadn't seen his parents in three years. "I wonder if they miss me," his voice was quiet. Three years without a real Christmas. Three years without a warm hug from mom, or one of dad's crazy ideas. Three years without an attempt on his life by Vicky.
Timmy did not miss Vicky, he was sure of that. He would miss Mister Crocker's endeavors at stealing Wanda, Cosmo, and Poof from him before he would miss that evil babysitter.
He found himself at the bottom of the Grand Staircase when a voice forced his mind back to reality. "Hey, Turner!"
Timmy turned his head swiftly, only to see a refreshed Draco taking confident strides towards him. "Oh, hi Draco." Timmy had to cover his mouth with his hand as another yawn escaped his lips.
"What are you doing up so early?" Draco asked, trying to sound like he didn't care, but was only making conversation.
"I just, um, couldn't sleep." Why does he even care? I don't matter to him. And yet, as Draco stopped just before him, Timmy swayed slightly. "What about you?"
"I'm always up early." Draco smirked. He was wearing his casual robes as he looked Timmy up and down. The boy was wearing soft, light pink pajamas.
Timmy felt his face heat up as he blushed. "Wha-what are you looking at?" He asked nervously, tugging at the bottom of his shirt. Wanda, being in the breast pocket of Timmy's pajama top, could feel his heart start to race. No, he can't love Draco. The boy is so cruel.
Draco raised his eyebrows. "You, of course." He tilted his head, looking deep into the other's baby blue eyes. "Is there anything else to look at?"
Timmy averted his eyes from Draco's cold gray gaze. "I guess not." He stared down at his feet, pointing them in and moving his toes.
"Your blush is cute," Draco muttered bluntly. He slipped his hand underneath Timmy's chin, forcing the boy to look him in the eyes. "But, why are you blushing?"
Timmy's face was turning a deeper crimson by the second, especially as Draco touched him. "I-I, uh…I-it's just…" Why can't I find the right words? It's only Draco. Draco just gave him a don't-keep-me-waiting look. "I don't think you are who everyone says you are," he choked out. Well, it was close enough.
Draco smirked. "Could I make you believe I am?"
"I don't know. I guess you could" What the hell kind of question is that?
"Come on then." Draco grabbed Timmy's wrist, pulling him along. He was leading him to the dungeons. He leaned away from the brunette to murmur the password and than pulled the boy into the Slytherin common room.
"Whoa," Timmy said softly, his eyes flying around the room. The only common room he'd ever seen was the Hufflepuff one, but in his opinion Slytherin was more elegant.
"Yeah, it's nice," Draco responded, pulling hard on Timmy's arm. He threw the boy into the couch, baby blue eyes peering up at him with confusion. "I'm going to show you who I am," he said in answer to the question in the other's eyes.
