Hold me under the stars-Drarry

Chapter 40

Day 6

Song=Deep end-Birdy

Draco

I run through a dark house. My clothes are wet and I hear screams behind me. A hand touches mine and I meet Harry's calm face. His eyes are teary, as he looks at the ground. I follow his gaze and see blood surrounding my feet. My mother is lying dead on the floor, and I instantly close my hand around Harry's. A tear falls down my cheek as I notice the bloodstain coming from Harry's stomach. He lets go of my hand, and falls soundlessly onto the ground, next to my mother. Then suddenly all that is left is me, and a shadow of a man in front of me. The man steps forward and my Father's face is revealed. He gestures a bloodstained hand in front of me and everything turns dark around me.

The air was sucked out of the tent as I was pulled out of the nightmare. My breathing felt heavy in my chest and I could hear my thundering heart beneath my bones.

I had subconsciously reached out in the dark for something. I looked at my hand resting close to Potter's. Him? I withdrew my hand and ran it through my hair. The night was still at its highest point, and I could hear the wind dancing in the trees outside.

My breathing slowed and I closed my eyes again. But Potter's question kept running in my head.

"So how long have you been out?"

I hadn't even thought about it before I'd replied. "I'm not gay."

The words stung more than they should've. Why? It was true, wasn't it? But lying here next to Potter, feeling the heat of his skin against my hand, I couldn't help but wish I had never said those words to him.

Harry

As soon as the warmth from the sun had tugged my eyelids open, I had silently packed my stuff and left. I hadn't really cared that Malfoy would have to take the tent down himself, as each second I spent there, the more my stomach twisted in disgust. Last night had been too much all at once. And nothing to him. I had just wished I'd known. Knowing that this could all just have been avoided made me feel even more stupid than I already did.

There hadn't been much small talk at Camp Circle and everyone had just silently made their way to the bus and found a seat for themselves.

Ron looked a bit dreamy when I saw him enter the bus, but I couldn't help but notice the way he gazed at Hermione every once in a while when Lavender wasn't looking. Hermione didn't notice a thing.

I knew Malfoy was somewhere in this bus, and that he was just as aware of yesterday's events as I was. Shame filled me and tried to consume my skin, my bones, my body. Everything, just like he had. I chose to let it slide. It would only get weird and complicated if I made it that way.

I tried listening to Ron explaining the last trial that had apparently happened this morning. It was some kind of treasure hunt that Ravenclaw had won. Afterward, they had argued about who the overall winner was, which had ended in no one getting their way.

I still hadn't seen Malfoy on the bus, but that was more than fine. If it was up to me, I'd never want to see him again. Or well, I did. And that was the problem.

Draco

Wormtail had picked me up from the train station. I'd told my father about the lack of responsibility from the professors' side, and he'd agreed that it would be best if I was picked up and brought home.

Potter and I hadn't said a single word to each other, and I knew it was my fault. I had glanced in his direction as I'd entered the car Wormtail had pulled over, but Potter hadn't even acknowledged my presence.