The door slammed shut and I woke up.
I had slept well, I thought as I stretched.
Quite well.
I smiled as I looked down at myself.
I couldn't remember what I had dreamed but it must have been a nice dream because I hadn't woken up like that for a few months.
I had blamed it on the war and everything that went with it, not being able to get it up and the fact that I just found Astoria Greengrass unattractive.
She wasn't ugly, quite the opposite but she was so boring. She had been pining after me for years and had no personality whatsoever.
My parents welcomed this union with Astoria and even went so far as engage US, against our will. More against my will then Astorias because she seemed not quite es upset about it, as she should in this kind of situation.
This had put a definite damper on my drive and I had thought something was broken down there, but I guess it just needed a bit of time.
More than satisfied with myself, I went into the bathroom and took a shower.
As relieved as I was that everything was all right down there, I wanted to get rid of it.
I let the warm water run over my body while my hand took care of the 'problem'.
It felt so good and so relieving.
Meanwhile my thoughts drifted to Pansy, with whom I had had a friendship with benefits for years.
How she lay under me and shouted my name, by Salazar I would do it again with her as soon as she was back.
My hand quickened and my thoughts moved on, away from Pansy.
It wasn't a face I had in front of my eyes, just a feeling and the smell of peach and vanilla.
I had no idea who that smell belonged to but it turned me on beyond belief and drove me to climax.
Satisfied and happy I got out of the shower a few minutes later, wrapped a towel around me, dried my hair and was about to go back to my room when it hit me.
"Fuck, Harper", I said out loud.
I had completely forgotten that she had slept here all night.
I hadn't paid any attention to whether she was still asleep when I got up but I really hoped she was.
There were way better people to see me with a morning wood than Harper.
I squinted cautiously through the crack in the door but the room was quiet, if she had just been there, she wasn't now.
Her mattress was empty.
I put some clothes on and eyed her sleeping place.
She could have made her bed. She really is a mountain troll, I thought and squatted down to fold the clothes.
I folded the blankets and fluffed the pillow.
As I did so a smell came to my nose.
Peach and vanilla, just as I had imagined it in the shower.
I smelled the pillow again just to make sure it wasn't the same smell after all.
But it undoubtedly was and all at once my memories of last night came back.
The nightmare, the scream, Harper waking up and climbing onto the bed with me.
Me, who had stopped her from leaving again and asked her to stay in bed with me, how I had snuggled up to her and how I had fallen asleep.
The dream I had just before I woke up, which I barely remembered except for the warmth I suddenly sorely missed when she disappeared and what I had said.
"Fuck," I yelled, throwing the pillow into the corner.
This was a bad joke, this hadn't happened, this couldn't have happened.
Harper had slept in my bed because I wanted her to. No girl had ever done that, I had always been with them and always gone back to my bed alone at night.
Never had I allowed one to enter my bed let alone sleep in it.
But I had allowed Harper to, tired and after a nightmare but I had.
And not only that, I had snuggled up to her like a pathetic little girl and worst of all I had gotten hard because of her and jerked off her smell.
"Fuck!", I screamed again, ruffling my hair.
How can this be?
This can't be happening!
This is a disaster.
Harper is probably the most unattractive girl in the whole school, Granger and the Lovegood aside.
It had to be something else. Someone else knew to have that smell.
She must have taken the shower gel and shampoo from the shower she used last night.
Yeah that made sense, she smelled like someone else. But that didn't explain why I let her sleep in my bed.
What was wrong with me?
I had never been the cuddle type, why now all of a sudden?
Because I had really enjoyed it, I had rarely slept as well as the last few hours of last night.
Maybe she had bewitched me when I had slept?
Maybe they weren't my memories and she had changed them?
Why she would do that remained a mystery to me but I let it pass as an explanation.
The only thing I had no explanation for was why I had let her sleep in my bed.
I tried to stop thinking about it but it was harder than I thought.
I needed to distract myself and the best way to do that was to play quiddich.
I should just go outside and fly a few rounds with the broom, I felt fit enough for that.
It was snowing outside but I didn't care.
I grabbed my broom from my locker, put on my Quiddich uniform and got on the broom.
The cold wind whipped my face and I didn't waste another thought on Harper. I concentrated on flying.
My hands were almost frozen to the broom when I spotted someone or something on the black lake.
Slowly I flew closer and at some point I could see that it was Harper walking across the lake.
Well, you couldn't call it walking, it looked like she was flying.
Her movements were fluid and she moved as gracefully across the ice as if she had never done anything else in her life.
It must be that ridiculous sport she had been talking about but now I couldn't see anything ridiculous about it.
It was beautiful how elegantly she glided as if her feet were not touching the ice at all.
She was drawing patterns on the ice with her strange shoes and for a moment it seemed like the most beautiful thing I had seen in a long time.
"You are weak Draco", I heard my father's words in my head.
And he was right, I was weak. I had let myself get carried away calling a cursed half-blood and her ridiculous sport beautiful.
I shook myself.
I had to stop.
I didn't want to be weak.
No, I can't be weak.
I will just fly away again now and stop watching Harper. What she was doing was ridiculous anyway.
And so I did. I averted my eyes from the patterns on the ice surface and quickly flew back to the quiddich pitch.
My hands were freezing, so I went inside again.
The library was my destination after I had warmed up my hands again.
I studied some potion books and then looked for more books by the author I had read at Harper's the other day.
I would never admit it to her but I had liked it.
However, I found nothing and disappointedly picked up a book I already knew.
Harper came into the library when I was already over halfway through the book.
"Sorry, didn't mean to disturb you", she said quickly when she noticed me sitting on one of the chairs.
Her hair was messy and many strands had fallen out of her bun.
Her cheeks and nose were flushed, which made me think that she had been out on the ice until just now.
She was looking for a book on a shelf in my field of vision.
I watched her unobtrusively over the edge of my book.
She looked the same as always, well not the same, usually her cheeks weren't this red, her hair was always a little messy but never like now.
She stood on her tiptoes to reach a book.
You're a witch Harper, act like it, I thought to myself, suppressing the urge to roll my eyes.
She was small, not tiny just smaller than most girls her age.
The jumper she wore was not too big for her today, showing off her delicate figure.
She was slim, rather petite but not skinny, rather athletic although I had never seen her doing sports until today.
If she wasn't who she was, if she would have been a pure-blooded Slytherin, I could almost have found her pretty.
But she wasn't and I should stop staring at her.
I turned my gaze back to my book and tried to concentrate on it.
The next time I looked up, she wasn't there.
I wouldn't ask her about what had happened last night, maybe she had really changed my memories.
Anyway, I wouldn't ask her about it, I would just forget about it but I would tell her that the shampoo she was using stank and she should use something else when she was around me.
