A Drarry Story

Chapter 4

It was early morning when the sun started shining through the trees, and Draco Malfoy was awoken to the sound of a grunt beside him. As Draco gathered his surroundings, he had a moment of panic. He had fallen asleep in the Forbiddon Forest, and when he had heard the grunt he hadn't bothered to look to see what it was, but now he wished he had because he was having a thousand terrible scenarios run through he head at that moment. All that faltered as he heard three words fall from the mouth of his crush.
        "Good morning, Draco" said Harry, as he slowly woke up from a dreamless sleep, something he hadn't got in a while.
        "Morning, Harry" Draco replied, no longer having a panic attack about what was going to eat him for breakfast. Just as those thoughts finished, the thoughts of what happened last night took their place in his mind, and he smiled a bit as he remembered that him and Harry were now friends.
        "What time is it?" Harry asked. Draco checked his watch, and responded with a simple "8:50". "8:50" Harry thought over in his head, then realization dawned on him and he jumped to his feet.
        "We are going to be late for class!" he screamed.
        "Calm down, Scarhead, we have no classes today. It's Saturday."
        "Oh" was Harry's only response as he sat back down beside Draco.
        "Well, what are we going to do then. because we wont be able to hang out here all day.  Hermione's got to be up by now and is probably wondering where I got to."
        "Yeah" Draco sighed, "and we don't want to end up in detention with Dumbridge." I have already had my fair share of those." Draco subconsciously rubbed the back of his hand, where the four word scar was on the back. "Teachers must have respect". Harry looked at Draco's hand with concern. Yes, of course he had his own scar on his hand that he should be worrying about, but he was more interested in what Draco's said and what he had got it for. Draco glanced at Harry's hand and saw that he, too had a scar over the top of his hand, but his said something else: "I must not tell lies". Draco, of course, had been in the classroom when Harry was assigned those detentions, but that was before he knew what actually happened through the nights you were stuck in Dumbridge's hideous pink office for hours, and now he was worried for the boy that sat beside him. Having his own scar, he knew how much pain it caused.
        Finally, Harry asks. "What did you get yours for?"
        "I was sneaking out of the castle one night, and Dumbridge found me. She started telling me all of her stupid rules and how I was going to have detention, and I didn't care about the detentions. Well, before i found out what she really did to you. Anyways, I'd had enough of her stupid rules and her getting in everyone's face, so I snapped at her and got myself a month's worth of detention."
        " Well that's a bit extreme."
        " Yeah " Draco sighed.
        "What's yours say?" Harry asks.
        "Teachers must have respect."
         Harry rolled his eyes. "Only she would make you write something as stupid as that on your hand." Draco snorted, and then asked "What does yours say?", even though he very well knew what the scar on Harry's hand said.
        "I must not tell lies." 
        "You got that when you kept going on and on that the Dark Lord was back, and she didn't believe you, right?"
        Harry just nodded his head, not wanting to talk about Voldemort right now, and Draco must have sensed it because he didn't say anything more about Voldemort, and Harry was thankful for that. Instead, Draco said "We should probably head back up now. Like you said, people will be looking for us."
        "Right." Harry was slightly disappointed, because he would rather just sit here and talk with Draco all day, but he knew he couldn't. As always, Draco Malfoy had a point. "Want to meet here at 10 to hang out or something?" Draco asked. Harry smiled. "Sure, see you then." He then turned, and started heading back towards the castle.