Hold me under the stars-Drarry

Chapter 32

Day 3

Song=Forest fire-Brighton

Draco

I could count on one hand how many times Terry and I had spoken to each other.

The first night had been the most awkward. I had been too tired to acknowledge his presence and it seemed like he didn't know exactly what to do about it. He'd probably thought I would tell him to leave, or live in a bush or something else ridiculous. But I hadn't.

On the morning of the second day, I'd woken up early. Too early. The sun had only just begun to set its first marks on the surface of the tent, and birds hadn't even begun to chirp. I'd laid in silence until Terry had woken up and left the tent before I finally found my own way out.

Through the dry pine trees, I'd spotted Potter, walking opposite of me. He hadn't noticed me and I had prayed that somehow, he would turn and look my way, just so he could be the one to leave first. However, the prayer must've been heard as Potter had suddenly stopped his walk and slowly turned around. I, of course, had quickly diverted my eyes, and continued to walk as if nothing had ever happened."

"Pathetic," my father would have said.

I had smiled, when Potter had arrived minutes after me at Camp circle. He hadn't seemed to notice me, and I wasn't eager to make him either.

"How dare you disgrace our family bloodline in such a manner!?

That had been my father's words that day in the office. From the moment I'd walked out of that door, I knew things had to change. I would bow down to no one. Especially not Potter.

My father's words had kept ringing in my ears, as I stood there in the camp circle. The memory of my father's hand slapping across my cheek flashed before my eyes. The visions hadn't stopped until Professor Lupin's voice had roared from the megaphone.

***

Despite every promise I had made to myself, I had once again failed. Maybe disappointments were just destined to follow my shadow for eternity?

The game had been full of hesitations, distractions, and wrong decisions. I had cursed myself for being such a fool to get distracted like that. But as I made my way back to the tent after today's series of meaningless games, I still couldn't get the sound of Potter guiding me through his body out of my head.

I slipped inside of the tent and turned to my side. Terry still hadn't arrived yet, and the sun was already long gone.

I laid on my back for a couple of minutes, trying to clear my head, but as I drifted off to sleep, my mind began to play tricks as the outline of two people began to form:

The first person was filled with golden flames threatening to burn up the world.

Whilst the second person was flowing with shadows, slowly consuming everything his darkness touched.

And both of them looked awfully familiar.

     ***

When I woke, Terry was still snoring violently like a chainsaw through trees. He laid on his side facing me, with drool rolling down his cheek.

The light had just made its first appearance onto our little green tent, casting shades of green all over our sleeping bags.

I made my way out of the consummating fabric, constantly listening to the heavy breaths escaping Terry's mouth as I pulled my black hoodie over my head and dragged on some grey sweatpants. I was ready within minutes, my body moving swiftly, taking much less time than at home.