Chapter 3:Dawn Dream

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As the night progressed,so did my headache. An aching scar ,pain and some more of it.

The tips of my fingers were warm and sticky from the golden liquids I consumed. Believe it or not This wasn't my first time drinking. Though It was definitely my longest escapade.

But Harry Potter didn't drink. And he definitely didn't spend school nights drinking. But then again Harry potter wasn't gay either. Harry potter was a happy hero iltimate lucky golden boy with with bravefriends and fame and one thing for sure Harry Potter was bitter, I almost had to laugh. Guess this was the part when drunkenness brought out the worst in people. Right there on the surface I could feel my emotions bubble into hot anger.

Fred and George got on their coats and scarvesand like anything a Weazley would wear their clothes had the rugged homey quality about the twins who dressed better then any Weazley and with the most flare still managed the second hand look.

The twins dragged me out through the door, putting on a show of dragging 'the- ho -so -drunk -friend' though I had no difficulty standing whatsoever. We drifted swaying through the door, and were met with a cold rushing wind.

We started to make our way back to the school, the twins falling behind a bit to talk to some students coming their way. Its surprising how much set apart of some Hogwarts students I was.

Going out,spending time with friends, smoking, drinking maybe even falling in love. I shuffled my feet and hunched my shoulders, against the cruel wind.

As I stepped on the Hogwarts grounds I could make out Hagrids hut and the beginning of the forbidden forest,dangerously close.

The sudden dizziness, the movement of objects that should never move; Trees shouldn't. the sky and then the ground coming at my face with rapid speed. I sure did drink too much.

I could hear approaching footsteps. Just what I needed;for someone to find me in this state. I tried to sit up and managed just in time for the footsteps to come to a halt very near my back.

'So what do we have here?...' I tensed,I recognized the drawl. This was a truly a unlucky situation but I was so drunk I almost laughed. 'Did you just laugh?' oops… "Apparently I just did".

I slowly turned around wincing at the pain in my head, that I was starting to suspect had nothing to do with alcohol and everything with my scar.

Draco Malfoy was standing a few steps away, alone. His body shadowing the moonlight. He was garing and pointing a wand straight at me.

'What the hell!' I drunkenly waved my hand at his wand "you want to curse me?" At that I stumbled while trying to get up.

'Is that way you're here?"he said,keep breathing do not- get sick- do not get sick…'Potter!" You you.." The rest of that voice and its scathing words were completely intangible to me.

Everything slowed down it was like being asleep and dreaming, clouds surrounding my thoughts,my rational mind.

The night black and strangling all senses. "What's wrong with you! Did you hear a word I just said?" He was shouting really shouting in my face. Malfoys didn't shout.

Time drew by, I don't know how long. I felt I wasn't even there, could still hear that voice from a distance cursing me...'Bloody Potter just what I needed fuck that I cant…"

Then things got clearer and stopped swaying. "I'm alright, sorry"... I lifted my head, Draco Malfoy was crouching in front of me simply staring,like a deer before a tiger.

His eyes wide but as calculating as ever.,the sky was brighter like it is when the dawn is close, cold air, everything clear and silent around us.

It was so surreal, being there on the damp grass with Malfoy of all people at this time of day. He just kept watching me and I kept trying to figure out what was going on before that.

Strangely, It felt calm. "So you got drunk potter." Malfoy coughed but didn't move his gaze,I could tell it wasn't a question. "Yes. Maybe I did, but that doesn't explain you being here, Malfoy" it sounded weak and not even slightly menacing. I let my fingers play with some damp grass.

If it was possible Malfoys eyes widened even more, he shifted his weight and unconsciously moved closer.

"I didn't recognize you at first" lier I thought. He sounded tired "then you went crazy you really lost it" he directed his frosty gaze my way, and I felt myself flush; embarrassed.

"It was my scar" I heard myself whisper. "what?" Draco said loudly, "my scar" I repeated slowly. "I heard you, I'm not deaf Potter". He glared "finally have proof you really are insane".

I felt the familiar rage rising in my chest,but then I looked at Draco and saw something else in his eyes;fear. "You don't mean that" I found myself whispering again,This was getting beyond surreal.

"What are you talking about?' Draco looked incredulous.

He stood up with clenched fists and I did the same. "You are afraid!" I pointed my finger at his chest "you are just like everyone else! Don't pretend you don't fear Voldemort!"

I breathed a deep breath "you are afraid".I said again in a quieter voice, all the time looking in his eyes.

Seeing them sparkle with fury and widen at my words and try to break contact,I wasn't sure if I was trying to convince myself or him.

We were both breathing heavy as if after a long run. "Yes I'm afraid of him, everyone is not everyone is stupid enough,unlike you I don't have a death wish" yes I'm afraid" hes eyes seemed to whisper,Draco's voice suddenly broke.

It felt so familiar: his breathing,His presence in this dream like scene. Ive been there before,in this place where he fears. Where the silver snake turns away from me.

I took a step closer. I was close enough to the boy to smell the scent of candle wax and sweet musk.

I never smelled it before yet it felt achingly familiar. Like the dark spells in my hidden books, like smoke and fear, like the sweetness that I could only dream.

He lifts his head, and I can see the glossy tears in his eyes.

I come closer;f that's even possible."Don't leave the light" I barley whisper,don't be the snake in my dream I think. I breath out, thinking he cant hear me.

The light of dawn creeps on the Hogwarts landscape.

And I know I have no time, soon ill wake up from this dream, then it would be too late. I just know,like I know nothing else in my life;I know this.

"You cant give up, Draco" I say it loudly almost too loudly, but not enough to break the spell. He tries to back away but I grasp him by the shoulders.

"You know nothing Potter go back to your life" he says it without conviction and his eyes plead me to leave it at that, to say no more.

'You cant change things Potter, they are the way they are, my father is a death eater, he serves the one who murdered your parents" he spits the last of his sentence with furry and burning hate. But somehow the hate seems to be directed elsewhere.

Hate towards what? I marvel. "I won't leave it this way!" 'The anger and pain escape from my chest and I feel vulnerable. Draco looks serious even quite. His sharp features composed to show no emotion.

"You know nothing, Potter" he says again "Now leave me alone or ill have to hex you!" said so coldly I reluctantly let him go.

For the first time in what seems like hours I look around me,and I can see the sun is almost up. The light is sobering and I realize the situation I'm in,that we are in.

Draco is looking at the sky anxiously, I make my decision.

"Common"I say taking my invisibility cloak out. Draco looks so beaten down that he doesn't voice the surprise written all over his pale face.

As the light washes the green grounds I silently get us both under the cloak.

No protests from Draco, just some glaring as he gets underneath.

"If you say one word about this potter I'm going to kill you" he hisses. "Same"I retort with the coldest voice I can master.

Inside I'm smiling.

The reality of both of us having a conversation at all sinks in and foolishly, I feel hope.