𝐖𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐔𝐏 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋

Chapter 8

Harry could feel Ginny's breath against his face, her tender arms holding him tight. Even if the scene was familiar, something felt absolutely wrong. Suddenly something liquid and warm dropped on his cheeks and Ginny startled trembling in his arms. Fearful, Harry tried to look at her in the face, and when he did, he was taken aback by the tears streaming down her rosy cheeks…

"Why…" she said between sobs. "Why…"

Harry didn't know what was happening but his heart started to beat rapidly against his chest. Ginny crying was something he couldn't stand but somehow he knew he was the one to blame.

Ginny cried. Harry couldn't do but stare. Suddenly he felt a hand resting on his right shoulder and someone breathed in his ear:

"I know you want me…"

Harry felt a shiver run down his spine. He thought he knew the voice but he couldn't quite comprehend who was talking. His heart skipped a beat and suddenly he realized that Ginny wasn't there anymore.

"And I'm all yours…" the voice continued.

Harry felt his face flush. The way the voice talked aroused him.

"Leave Ginny…" the voice said. "You have me now…"

Harry felt his mouth dry.

"I can't…"

"She can't give you what I can…"

"I can't…"

"She doesn't make you feel the way I do…"

"I can't!"

Harry suddenly woke up and was welcomed with the quietness of Draco's house. He glanced out from Draco's living room's window and was surprised to see that it was still pitch dark.

Harry slowly stood in a sitting position while his heart still beat rapidly in his chest. He could still feel the owner of the voice's breath against his ear. He knew that he wouldn't sleep anymore.

Ginny's crying…

How could he sleep if he knew he would see again those tears? How could he sleep knowing he will listen to that voice breath again those words? Harry was afraid. Afraid of what, he didn't know…

The silence that surrounded him made him understand why Draco was so keen on asking him, no, pleading him, to stay. It felt too lonely the night. There was a sadness Harry hadn't felt before. So deep in his thoughts, Harry was more than simply startled when he heard someone climbing down the stairs.

Harry abruptly turned around to the source of the noise and realized he couldn't see anything without his glasses on. He searched with his hand on the carpet, where he had put them the previous night before falling asleep.

"You can't sleep too?"

The lights flickered on.

Harry put his glasses on and focused on Draco's figure approaching him. Even in his pajamas the blond boy had that aura of pure nobility surround him. Everything he did was ethereal. As if he wasn't there but in the same time lighting the world with his presence. At least that how things were in Harry's eyes. The way he slowly moved…

The way Draco looked at Harry with those silver eyes, his lips a little apart…

"She doesn't make you feel the way I do…" the voice had said and Harry had to admit that, no, she doesn't… but he pushed the thought somewhere in the back of his mind. Not ready to be dealt with just yet…