so, after the most awkward hour and a half of harry’s life was over and drao ould remove himself from harry’s person without harry yelping in pain, drao wordlessly diseared into a room, whih harry assumed was the bathroom to, as harry assumed, wash off that hand about a miln times harry himself would have done the same thing exept malfoy had beaten him to the bathroom
so harry resolved to just ignore the fat that malfoy’s hand had been under his shirt for over an hour, and set about making sure that everything he owned was arefully stored in his trunk (whih had arrived at some point unknown to both harry and drao via the house elves) everything was there, and harry made sure that he loked the trunk before making his way to his bed, or what he assumed was his bed by the fat that the pillow ases were a bloody, red olor very funny, malfoy, he thought in drao’s diren before limbing in this was when he realized that the sheets (and the blood red pillow ases for that matter) were silk harry bliwie and then deided that he really didn’t or shouldn’t are whatever message malfoy might or might not have been trying to send by that was not going to be reeived by him, at least not tonight
harry was vaguely aware of the water shutting off in the room whih drao had diseared into, and was even less vaguely aware of drao padding into the room in bk silk pajamas, and was even less aware of the whispered “nox,” whih ast the room into almost omplete darkness but he ould not sleep not even when his eyes adjusted to the gloom to the point where he ould wath the steady rise and fall of the other boy’s hest three feet away ould his brain seem to shut itself down for sleep it almost wasn’t fair, his sleepy mind thought it’s not fair that drao an be more at ease than i am about this and harry drifted off to sleep before he ould even register that he had just thought about drao malfoy using his first name instead of his st
harry was now starting to enjoy falling asleep at night, espeially with the omplete halt of nightmares, whih he would grudgingly admit when awake, ame with the an of drao’s veriae blood it was nie to have dreamless sleep in whih the only thought whih was shown to him was one of omplete omfort and proten after so many instanes where he had to protet himself from the world, it was nie to feel proteted, really proteted and as harry drifted through this sleepy haze that was his dream world, he felt the silken aress of the ebony wings whih surrounded him, and there was something else soothing too almost as if someone was there with him, something that he had never experiened in any form of a dream before (unless you ount voldemort’s nightmares as people being in a dream with him) but this person, a male, was unobtrusive, and seemed just as alm as the aura of the dreamsape the two seemed urled up together as if nothing in the world really mattered to them, as if nothing would ever break the serenity of this dream…
that is until harry’s eyes opened to make out in the dim light, sleepy silver eyes that were also opening, and when both drao and harry jumped apart from the embrae in whih they’d been oooned in with idential shrieks
chapter 12: home is where the heart is…isn’t it?
for a minute there was absolute silene before both boys said two different things at the same time “what the hell?” and “what is going on?”
there was then a seond of silene as eah boy waited for the other to repeat what he had said deiding then that this was not going to hen, harry spoke
“do you mind expining what you were doing in my bed, malfoy?”
drao rolled his eyes “sleeping, what did it look like? and potter, you’d better hek again, beause you were the one who limbed into my bed!”
harry looked over his shoulder slightly to see his bed sitting there as if no one had slept in it at all during the night damn turning bak to drao he snarled, “why the hell did i end up in your bed?”
“how should i know?”
“you’re the veriae” harry replied in a droll tone
“and so that makes me responsible for every little thing you don’t like?” drao was inredulous “i don’t exatly enjoy the idea of you sleeping in my bed either, potter, but what am i going to do about it? time travel isn’t exatly one of the veriae powers, you know, so i an’t go bak to st night and stay awake long enough to kik you out of my bed!”
“but i didn’t rawl in your bed in the first pe,” harry pointed out he was absolutely sure that he had fallen asleep in his own bed, not in drao’s
“whatever” drao sighed slightly and without another word diseared into the bathroom to take a very long shower
luius sat at the window of one of his rooms, thinking and sipping a up of offee (this time in the m was too early for wine) it had been irking him sine yesterday, that thing about impulses that voldemort had been so hy about what had it been… something about harry walking right into a trap beause of…those impulses
oh right and luius remembered harry had given into the impulses to “save” his godfather, someone who was the losest link to family that harry had…or so the dark lord was of the opin but then…if, and it was a big if, if harry’s impulses had stepped in to make him save drao, then drao’s earlier assessment of potter would prove to be i
and luius smiled thinly over his drink yes, though potter didn’t know it yet, he was slowly falling for drao one only had to have seen the way potter had radled his son’s body almost protetively to himself as they emerged from the forest to know that…and the best part was that potter himself didn’t realize it drao wouldn’t realize his feelings either, though, and that aused luius to frown slightly drao had been obsessed with potter ever sine…wh
