That one dream DRARRY

Chapter 18

On Sunday night Harry was unable to sleep because of Ron snoring again.

What would Draco be doing now? He thought. Was he asleep yet? Or couldn't he sleep either?

Harry sat up and put on his glasses. "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good." He couldn't resist. He began to look for Draco's name on the map. He found his name in the astronomy tower. He decided to go to him.

"Hey," Harry said when he got to the astronomy tower. He took off the invisibility cloak.

Draco was a bit shocked. "Hey, can't sleep?"

Harry nodded. "Ron is cutting down trees again."

Draco chuckled. "As always."

Harry chuckled too. "Yes," He sat down past Draco. "And I saw you were here so I thought I'd come and keep you company."

"How did you see me sitting here?"

Harry took out the Marauders map. "With this." He opened the map. He pointed his wand at the map. "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good. Look, this lets you see where everyone is."

"Merlin's beard!" Draco said in surprise.

"Yeah, but don't tell anyone about this and especially don't tell Ron and Hermione you know this thing exists. They'll kill me, I'm telling ya."

"I won't tell anyone, promise."

"Mischief managed." Harry closed the map and put it away again.

They sat side by side in silence, just enjoying the peace.

"What is it like to live with muggles?" Draco asked after a while.

"I don't really know to be honest. Yeah, I do know how it is, but I mean I don't think it's a good example of living with muggles. If you want to know, you should ask Hermione."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, how I live with the Dursleys is not necessarily what life is like with Muggles."

"Okay... Then, how's living with the Dursleys?"

Harry was silent for a moment. "It's not the best life you can have..."

"What do you mean?"

"It has been worse. I mean I got a room now so I no longer have to sleep in the cupboard under the stairs."

"What? They made you sleep in the cupboard under the stairs!?" Draco looked at him in surprise.

"That wasn't the worst."

Draco was astonished. "Is that even possible? What did they do?!"

"When I was younger, they let me sit in my cupboard for a week because something weird happened."

"So they punished you for nothing? For nothing at all?!"

"Yes, actually no, I did cause those things, you know signs of magic, I just didn't knew back then."

"So they punished you for your magic?"

"Technically yes."

"What kind of people are they!"

"They hate magic."

"What else have they done? Did they give you presents for Christmas?"

Harry shook his head.

"On your birthday?"

Harry shook his head again. "They never even celebrated my birthday."

"They are cruel monsters! And your cousin? Do you get along well?"

"Me and Dudley!? Never! He always bullied me along with his friends. They used to play a game they called 'kick Harry'."

Draco turned slightly red. He was angry. Harry saw the fire in his eyes.

"He is dead. All of them. I'll kill them. I'll kill them for what they did to you!"

"No, Draco. It's okay, it wasn't that bad."

"They made you sleep in a bloody cupboard!"

"I know, but it's okay."

"No, it's not okay at all! They must be punished! That's abuse!" Draco clenched his fists. The fire in his eyes grew brighter.

"I know, but you shouldn't do that."

"But I will!"

"No. No, you won't."

"Yes, I will! I'll crucio them until they're insane!"

"No. I don't want you to get in trouble!"

"I don't care if I get in trouble!"

"They'll lock you up in Azkaban!"

"My father is high up in the circles of the Ministry he will get me acquitted!" Draco was furious.

"Draco..." Harry took Draco's clenched fist in his hands. "It's okay. I'm here now, right? They can't hurt me here."

Draco calmed down a little. "Yeah..." He said more calmly. He unfolded his fists and rested his hand in Harry's.

He didn't know why, but Harry intertwined their fingers. He felt like he wanted it. It just felt right.

Draco looked at him with a smile.

"And what's life like in Malfoy Manor?" Harry asked after a while.

Draco tensed and turned a little pale. "It's... it's alright..."

Harry squeezed his hand lightly. "You can tell me, it's alright." He gave him a friendly look.

"My father... H... he drinks..." Draco said, swallowing hard. "And sometimes then... then... he hits mom... He hits her... and me... He doesn't know what he's doing... he's so drunk... Mom pretends it doesn't hurt her, but it's night when she thinks I'm asleep and... and when father is already in bed... I hear her cry every night..." Tears ran down Draco's cheeks.

Harry looked at Draco with pity. "And then you worry about me being abused..."

Draco chuckled but was anything but amused. "I just care about you... a lot..."

Harry felt a warmth in his heart.

"I care about you too... Have you tried talking about this with your dad when he was sober again?"

Draco shook his head. "I'm scared, he... he acts like it didn't happen... when he's sober again..."

"You gotta say something about this Draco... You can't just let this happen..."

"I know but I don't know how..."

"We'll figure something out..." Harry held Draco's hand and let him lean against him.