I'm sososososo sorry for this being so late. I don't know why, but it seems I can't write without the pressure of homework over my head, there has to be something seriously wrong with me. Very well, here you have it; Chapter Five.

Warning: There are some very, very mild yet sexual activities in the beginning. Just thought you should know.

Chapter V

The sound of a low moan silently echoed trough the house belonging to Harry Potter. So colourful and welcoming during the day, the home looked cold and lonesome when the blanket of darkness that is night had fallen.

While Harry was sleeping and thus unable to take in his surroundings, the saddened aura seemed to seep into his unconsciousness. Perhaps this was the reason of his dreams being what they were, perhaps his body sought for the intimacy and warmth he wasn't provided with in the real world.

Harry however, was not bothered by such thought as 'how's and 'why's. Completely wrapped in his dream he twisted his body in the sheets, sighing and aching against an invisible touch. His breath quickened and his tensed, with a heavy shudder running down his spine, his body relaxed as he soiled the sheets he was wrapped in. His eyes fluttered opened as he awoke, with the feeling of wetness under him combined with the intense grey eyes still burned into his the inside of his eyelids he came to a realisation. Groaning he grabbed a pillow to press against his faced as he muttered; "Bloody hell!"

Groaning Harry rubbed his eyes as he tried to stay awake. After his dream he had not been able to fall asleep again, and now, several hours later, when he was in the kitchen of his best friends eating breakfast he felt as if he would fall with his head in his cereals.

Hermione glanced up from her newspaper, looking over her friend with a little wrinkle in her forehead. "Are you alright Harry? How are you feeling, are you going down with something?"

Harry sent her a small smile and shook his head. "Nah, I'm just tired. Couldn't sleep last night."

Not having looked that hard at Harry until his wife-to-be had brought it up, Ron eyed his friend, then smiled evilly at him. "Nice dreams, huh Harry?"

Harry stared coughing on his cereals, nearly choking. Recovering, he fastened his eyes on Ron's left shoulder, avoiding his eyes. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh come on Harry." the redhead sighed in pretended annoyance. He walked over to his best friend, grabbing his shoulders and placing his mouth close to the other's ear. "I've been sharing a dorm with you for seven years. You look tired and a bit confused, yet satisfied, don't you think I recognise that look?" squeezing Harry's shoulders tighter, almost painfully, Ron got his fake-evil look back. "So, who was it?"

"Yes Harry, come on and tell us." Hermione had decided to join in on the fun, smirking as she leaned over the table toward him.

Harry squirmed under his friends' intense looks and blushed beet red. "You goys, can we talk about this later. You're starting to freak me out." he mumbled, eyes on the table.

"Of course Honey." Hermione said, giving his hand a reassuring pat. Ron however didn't give up as easily.

"But 'Mione, I wanna know who it was." he whined, causing Hermione to roll her eyes and drag him away from the poor raven.

"Alright, alright. I get it. But this isn't over yet." Ron said, pointing his finger at Harry.

"Yeah, whatever. I have work to do. See you at dinner." Harry rose from the table.

"Lunch with Ginny at twelve. Don't forget." Hermione said and nodded her farewell. A 'pop' later only two people remained in the kitchen. Ron turned to his fiancée with a small glare.

"You know who it is, don't you?"

"Yes, I do."

Ron beamed. "Great, then you can tell me!"

"Nope, you will have to figure it out by yourself." Hermione gave his cheek a peck, then walked over to the fireplace, and gave him a last mocking look. "Poor Ronald. Have a nice day."

Ron groaned in frustration as he was left alone in the house.

Harry got closer to Draco Malfoy's new room, unconsciously trying to even out any wrinkles in his shirt, then becoming pissed with himself for doing so. He had been without company for quite a while, so he had accepted the nightly incident as what it was, simply an outlet of trapped desires and needs, Malfoy had been a part of that simply because he was an rather attractive individual he associated with frequently but had no platonic ties to, unlike he had with Ron and Hermione. But to let it affect his daily life was just ridiculous.

He took a closer look at the new accommodations as he walked, feeling that he could understand what they had sought by them. A light blue tapestry, a slightly darker rug and a panel in a light yellowish wood. Supposedly a soft shade of blue had a calming effect on both humans and animals, which probably was an estimated reaction from the inmates.

His fingers followed the texture of the walls, a smooth, cool sensation flowing from the tips. The Wizarding World was changing, and Azcaban was a proof of that.

He knocked lightly on a door with the numbers 412, and a metal plate that read 'Draco Malfoy'. It was mostly an act of good manners as the doors were only locked at night, each prisoner had been provided with an magical anklet, stopping them from leaving the prison and giving the guards information of where they were.

"You may enter." Malfoy's voice told him, and Harry did as he was told. The new room was slightly larger than his previous, but only contained a bed, nightstand, dresser and a table with tree belonging chairs. Draco sat by the table, his head bowed as he wrote a letter. Without looking up he motioned for Harry to take a seat.

After a few minutes of silence he put the quill down and rolled up the parchment, then turned to Harry, who had been observing him silently while waiting for him to finish.

"So you are here, once again." Draco said, stating the obvious.

Harry nodded. "As I told you I would be." he glanced quickly at the parchment before continuing. "May I ask who that is for?"

"Speaking with the bluntness of a true Gryffindor." Draco said with a smirk. "It's for my mother, and I was hoping that you would deliver it for me."

Harry eyed the letter suspiciously. "Is not an escape plan or something, is it?"

Draco laughed a little, then smiled. If it was because of the bluntness again, Harry didn't know, but the Malfoy shook his head. "No, it's not a plan of any form, and if you are that concerned, why don't you read it?"

Harry locked eyes with Draco, looking at him with serious eyes. "I don't read letters not intended for me. At least not without the receiver's permission."

"I have to admit that that is very noble of you. Not many would do such a thing for a prisoner."

Harry searched Draco's eyes for a sign of mockery of any form of lie, but was surprised when and he could find was respect and honesty. Looking deeper, he had a hard time grasping the fact that those eyes belonged to Draco Malfoy, a convicted Death Eater. When they were in school, the eyes seemed to have the colour of cold, grey stone, but now they looked more like molten silver. He had seen many expressions in them before, but this was a new one.

"Finding what you are looking for." the voice broke Harry out of his trance-like state. Draco watched him with amusement as he blushed.

"What has gotten you in such a good mood?" Harry couldn't help but ask.

"You would be surprised at what a good meal and a good night's worth of sleep can do you good." was the answer. Harry felt a blush creep up on his cheeks at the last part of what Malfoy had said, bringing memories from his dram back. Draco raised a questioning eyebrow, but Harry waved the foreboding question away.

Draco narrowed his eyes, glaring at his childhood rival. "There is something up with you, is it not?" his face changed, he sneered slightly and stretched his body with a teasing look in his eyes. "Well, no need to worry. I bet you five galleons that I will have found out what I want before the end of this month."

Harry snorted. "You are in prison Malfoy, you don't have five galleons."

Draco just smirked back at him. "I don't need to."

"You need to work on your ego Malfoy. And I'm pretty sure that I am the one who is supposed to get his questions answered."

Draco leaned closer, staring in to green eyes. He was close enough for Harry to feel his hot breath on his face. Hiding a shiver, he leaned back a bit, trying to escape the heat. "Free my mother, and one day they might be."

Harry shook his head. "I'm afraid it doesn't work that way. The reward comes afterward, not before. Sorry."

Grey eyes vibrated, and when Draco spoke it was barely more than a furious whisper. "You have no idea of what you are asking of me. If it was that easy, don't you think I would have told you by now? I truly love my mother."

Head bowed as in shame, Harry accepted the answer. But something in him had a had time doing just that. It might be because of him not having a mother, but he couldn't imagine what one would put before ones mother's freedom.

"Whose funeral did I just miss? Was it that that Swiss guard's, with the way he's always munching on chocolate he's beggin' for a heart attack. "

Draco chuckled softly. "Hello Blaise."

"Morning Draco. Just wanted to pop in and whop your arse in Dragoncard." Blaise stood in the doorway, flashing a bunch of cards, sparkling emerald green to the colour.

"As if you could." Draco said, rolling his eyes.

"Just you wait, Dragon is my middle name." Blaise said, smiling as he sat down in the empty chair.

"Dragon is my first name, you imbecile." Draco pointed out as his friend started mixing the cards.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say. Potter, you in?" the black wizard smiled at the Auror, who smiled back.

"No, sorry. I don't know the game."

"Aw, come on, you can learn while playing. 'sides, the cards match your lovely eyes." Blaise winked at Harry, who blushed and nodded at the dealing hand.

Checking that Harry was busy looking at his cards, Draco mouthed to Blaise; 'Worst pick-up line I've heard. Ever.'

Blaise just shrugged and smirked at his cards.

Ginny sighed and glanced at her watch. He should have been there fifteen minutes ago, but knowing him, she had arrived ten minutes late herself. But that wasn't the only reason she was nervous. She knew that Harry hardly was the kind of man who would throw a drink in her face and storm out the door for what she had done, but that didn't make her feel better.

Actually, she would probably feel a bit better if he did, them she would call them even.

The dangling doorbell caught her attention, and she smiled weakly when he hurried to her table.

"Hi Gin, sorry I'm late, I got caught up." Harry kissed her cheek and took a seat. "So, how was Australia?"

"Oh, it was wonderful." Ginny's eyes glowed as she recalled her trip, pushing her nervousness aside for the moment. "You should go there sometime, the magical community are so in sync with the nature, the air is practically cracking with power."

Just like it is when one stand close to you, she added silently in her mind.

Ginny, along with many others, had left Britain after the war. The trauma they all had experienced had made many think over their lives, and finding herself in a position she couldn't grasp, she had left her home, friends and family to 'find herself'. Harry knew that she had made the right decision as she sat before him, looking happy and confident in a way he had never seen her before. But it didn't change the fact that she had hurt him badly when she had left, with a kiss on his cheek and a goodbye.

The tint of sadness in her dark eyes told him that she had followed his train of thought. She reached out and caressed his cheek softly while smiling gently at him.

"I'm sorry, Harry. It hurt me too, but it was for the best. You can't be with a Weasley, we are loud, stubborn and aggressive. Hermione can, she's the same as us, but you would just be suffering."

Harry chuckled, he had come to that realisation a long time ago. "Yeah, I know. Thank Merlin Ron and 'Mione have each other to argue with, otherwise I probably wouldn't have survived this far." he gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. "Don't worry, Ginny. That's in the past and I'm long over it."

"I had a feeling, Ron told me about your morning." Ginny smiled at him with that evil eye that apparently run in the Weasley family. Harry groaned and hid his face in his hands. Ginny laughed at the sensitivity of her friend.

"Don't act like a child Harry. All I want is for you to be happy. Let's order, shall we?"

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