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A/N: I am sorry that I took so long to get this chapter up. I have been super busy and it is only going to get worst so don't get angry at me if I do not update again from a while. I hope that everyone continues reading because I already have an amazing plan of where the story is going to go. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!
Chapter Twelve: Awakening
Draco woke up to the most beautiful sight he ever lay eyes on. Harry was asleep curled up around him with his head nestled on top his chest. His hair was ever messy but lay across his head in such a way that it looked like a halo. His eyelashes were splashed out across his creamy white skin.
He looked beautiful. That was the conclusion that Draco came up after looking adoringly at the small boy curled up against him.
Draco did not know how long he spent looking affectionately at Harry but it seemed too soon when Seamus walked into the room in a ruffled pair of pajama pants.
Seamus was rubbing his eyes with the back of his hands while yawning hugely when he noticed who was already in the room and stopped dead in his tracks. His eyes got a little bigger before walking over to talk to Draco.
"What are you doing?" Seamus asked.
"I'm just waking up. Harry and I must have fallen asleep on the couch after we finished talking." Draco said while trying to sit up with Harry still over top of him. Harry, while sleeping, clung desperately to Draco as he tried to move around and made a soft keening noise to indicate that he was still asleep.
"Well you need to move Harry to his room. I don't know how he trusted you enough to fall asleep on you, but you need to move before Ron walks in here. He is super protective and probably won't listen to your explanation before throwing a punch at you." Seamus said while looking over to make sure that Ron's door was still closed.
Draco nodded, needing no further explanation. He knew that he would have to make Harry's friends trust him before he could start courting the raven-haired beauty.
He scoped Harry up gently bridal style and carried him to his bedroom. He placed him gently under the blankets and put the blankets overtop him. When Draco set him down he clung to the pillow, missing the warmth that came from Draco.
Draco sweep a few loose strains of Harry's black hair back and caressed his smooth cheek, loving the way Harry moved into the touch and how his hand felt while touching the smaller boy. Draco smiled sweetly at the sleeping boy before departing the room to go talk to Seamus about what happened this morning.
He walked into the common room area and went to the makeshift kitchen area where Seamus was fixing himself some toast. When Seamus noticed Draco back in the room, he handed a piece of toast to Draco before they made their way to the couch.
"Ron is very protective of Harry." Seamus said. "He would be very upset to see you with him like that this morning."
Draco felt his heart break as he thought that Ron was Harry's boyfriend so he asked in a softer, resigned voice, "So, their dating?"
Seamus laughed, not noticing that Draco was being dead serious. "Hell no, they are like brothers. Ron was the first one to find out about what happened to Harry and he was the one who helped Harry when Tom was here and was bullying him. He has just always been there to protect him and they have formed a sort of bond that way. Ron used to be the only one that Harry really allowed to touch him that's why I am surprised that Harry even allowed you to get that close to him."
Draco was at first relieved to know that he might still have a shot with Harry but then grew concerned when Seamus started mentioning 'what happened to Harry'. "What happened to Harry? He was crying last night and I only came out to comfort him." Draco asked.
"That's not my place to tell you; it's Harry's." Seamus said.
Just then Ron walked into the common room and stumbled into the kitchen area where he grabbed some cereal and shook it into a bowl before drowning it in milk and plopping himself down in the nearest chair.
"So, what's your story?" Ron asked Draco, not noticing how silent it had gotten when he walked into the room.
"I just came here from New York. My dad owns a law firm up there called Malfoy and Co. but I heard about this school and my parents allowed me to come to learn ballet." Draco responded.
"Well what do you do for fun? We normally watch movies or play board games in the common room on weekends but I know that some people go partying so we wouldn't be insulted if you wanted to go with them." Ron said but to Draco it sounded like more of a test of his character.
"No, that sounds great to me. I would love to stay here and get to know you guys better." Draco responded.
Just then, Harry walked into the room. His eyes locked with Draco's gray eyes and he felt himself blush before he quickly looked away and scurried into the room to sit down next to Ron.
"Good morning Harry." Ron said as the smaller boy sat next to her.
"Good morning." Harry replied quietly.
"You're not going to get anything to eat?" Ron asked.
Harry shook his head and Ron frowned disapprovingly at him which only made Harry regain the pink cheeks that he had just previously lost.
"I really don't need to eat. I'm not hungry yet." Harry said in defense.
Ron shook his head lightly and said "Whatever but you need to eat more, you're way too skinny."
Harry blushed more and his eyes flickered to Draco's before quickly looking away.
"Well what do you want to do today? It is Friday after all!" Seamus said to make the room a little less awkward.
Ron was the first to respond. "I was going to go practice some guitar with some guys in the practice rooms then have some lunch with Hermione."
"You're having lunch with Hermione?" Seamus asked with a wiggle of his eyebrows.
"Yeah, I asked her the other day if she would. I hope it will be kinda like a date but she might just think of it as a friendly thing." Ron said with a dejected sigh. "But, what are you doing, Seamus?"
"I was hoping to go shopping. There is this girl that I like so I want to update my wardrobe." He responded, not in the least bit embarrassed.
"And how about you, Harry? Are you doing anything today?" Ron asked the smaller boy next to him.
"I was thinking of hanging out around the grounds for a little bit. Maybe eat outside 'cause it looks so nice outside." Harry responded.
"Do you mind if I join you?" Draco asked.
Harry nodded at the blonde for he was unable to talk to the man who had comforted him the night before.
"Why did you want to come with me?" Harry asked once he and Draco had found a comfortable spot to lay out a blanket and have a picnic.
"I just wanted to get to know you better?" Draco responded with a small smile.
"Why?" Harry asked dumbly and in Draco's opinion, very cutely.
"You just seem like a person that I would want to get to know better and be friends with." Draco responded. He knew he could not say that he wanted to be his boyfriend for he thought that saying this would scare off the dark-haired angel. He hoped to take things nice and slow in hopes that if he did so, he would not mess up anything.
"Oh. Well, what do you want to know?" Harry asked, not knowing what else to say. He also wondered why he felt slightly disappointed when Draco said he wanted to be friends, not something more, but he shook that off.
"What's your favorite color?" Draco asked.
Harry laughed at the absurd and extremely cliché question but responded to it anyway, "I love grey, I always have." Harry said while looking in the gray eyes of this companion.
"Grey? Why grey? It seems a little drab to me?" Draco asked.
"It's not. It's the perfect mixture of dark and light. It is neither too white nor too black, it's neutral. I like it. What's your favorite color?" Harry responded, feeling the need to defend his choice in color.
"I love silver and green. I used to have my room painted in those colors before I moved here." He responded. "Okay, next question: What are your best memory and your worst memory?"
Harry thought about it for a minute before smiling and responding, "My best memory was when I was eleven and I won the music competition to go to this school on scholarship. My life seemed to change after." Harry's smile all of a sudden disappeared when he began thinking about all the bad memories in his life. He did not notice but a tear slide from his eyes as he thought.
Draco did, however, notice and regretted instantly asking what his worst memory was.
"Sh, it's okay." Draco said crawling closer to the boy in front of him. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to."
Harry looked up at him and nodded mutely. There was a silence that descended upon the pair as the silently ate their picnic lunch.
"I'm sorry." Harry said after he had a while to calm himself down and return to his normal attitude.
"What?" Draco asked in confusion. What did Harry have to be sorry about?
"I said I'm sorry." Harry repeated.
"Why are you saying that?" Draco asked, trying to understand the boy in front of him.
"I didn't mean to ruin our picnic lunch; I just don't think I'm ready to talk about some things with you. I mean, it took me half a year to tell Ron and over a year to tell the others." Harry said.
"There is no need to apologize, Harry. I should have known that you weren't ready to talk to me about that. Why don't you ask me some questions instead?" Draco offered.
Harry nodded with a slight smile. "Why did you start doing ballet?"
Draco smiled at Harry before launching into a story about going with his mom to a ballet and loving the way that the dancers moved. He remembered being envious of them and hoping to be able to dance just like them. He was about five and he asked his mom to enter him in ballet classes which she complied to and the rest was history.
The rest of the meal went by without a hitch. They asked each other questions and learned everything they could about each other in the two hours that they had lunch and the rest of the day where they just walked around and talked.
"Goodnight Harry." Draco said to the black-haired angel as they departed to their separate rooms to get ready for bed which were coincidentally right next to each other.
Draco lay down on his bed and thought about his Harry and the day that they had spent today. He had to think that today was one of the best days of his life.
He lay there and all of a sudden heard music coming from Harry's room next door. He stayed extremely still and placed his ear up to the wall which separated his room from Harry's in order to hear the unearthly beautiful quality of the music.
Harry was extremely happy as he walked into his room after saying goodnight to Draco. He had spent the whole say with him just talking and he thought it was one of the best days of his life.
He sat down on his bed and took out his guitar and began singing a song which he was making up on the spot. He also just liked to play music whenever he was at the height of any of his emotions.
Harry looked out in the starry night and placed his guitar on the floor before succumbing to slumber. Draco wiped the moisture that gathered in the eyes from the song and lay underneath his blanket, thinking about Harry-his music, his smile, his eyes, his laugh, his everything.