Former Animosity

7. Mistral

3rd Person POV:

Harry was now left confused after he was aggressively snapped back go reality. Dating? Remus and Sirius? Shag...? Why on Merlin would Sirius answer Remus? Sure they're best friends but...

Harry sigh as he slowly went back to bed. He was tired and didn't want to over think and over analyzing about it. No point anyway. He snuggled back into the blankets and fell asleep easily.

Both Draco and Harry were flashed by the gentle light of the sun. They were greeted by birds hums. Harry shifted slowly, only to feel Malfoy's back pressed onto his. He pressed his lips together and shifted away slowly so that Draco wouldn't notice.

He got up a few minutes later and he had a headache trying to. He steadied himself and took a good look in the room. It was much different then it is at night. At night, it looked red, cozy. Now it's royally silver. Very interesting choice of colour.

Then he glanced at the bed. Draco was facing his side, messy hair, a leg ontop the blankets, the other under it. His face is relaxed, mouth slightly open. His face looked much better when he isn't sneering or looked uneasy all the time.

Harry tilts his head. The lines that were usually on his forehead and between his eyebrows were not seen now. He looked peaceful. He'd never thought Draco would sleep like this. He thought Draco would sleep like a snob. Neatly, cleanly or any of that sort.

But no. Harry jumped in bed again, getting one last page to read from Sirius's diary while he waited for Draco to wake up.

March 18th;

I had heard some muffled pained winces and grunts from the bathroom. I went to the bathroom only to discover the last person I wanted to find. Remus. I quickly ran to him and panicked.

"What happened to you?"

I said in such hurry, I tried to calm down while taking the needed medicine from the first aid kit next to Remus.

"Nothing."

Remus said, troubled, not being able to meet my eyes. I try to hide the excessive worry I have over him, and treated his face wounds. He was sat next to sink, with scattered ointments.

"Who messed up your pretty face, Remus?"

I said a hushed tone, Remus could barely hear it.

"N-nobody. It was just an animal."

Remus said, stuttering while his voice cracks. It hurt me to see him like this.

"Come on, you don't think I would believe an animal could do this to you right? Remus, no animal would lay a hand on you."

I say to lighten the mood a bit and to distract myself. I wasn't working. Remus was frowning more by the second. I cup his cheeks, out foreheads lean onto each other's.

"Remus... please tell me. Darling, please. It hurts me to see you like this."

As soon as I said that, I hug him, and he silently cry onto my shoulder. I try to calm myself, taking deep breathes and refrain myself from doing too much. I wanted to so bad, kiss his forehead and tell him to calm down, and let it out.

I stayed silent and patient while he was sobbing loudly onto the crook of my neck. He eventually loosen his grip on me and leaned onto the wall. I grab him hand slowly.

"Remus... please tell me who did this to you"

I say, begging, almost.

"...Some Slytherins beat me up because they thought I was dating you."

He said. Lowering his head, maintaining eye contact with me even though I can very much see he was trying to look away. Anger bubbling up to my head and I try to calm down. For Remus.

I know they're just going to do it again and it's not something I can tolerate. Remus begins to weakly chuckle.

"Ironic isn't it."

I frown.

**

"Let's get you to bes and rest for a while and come back when your cuts and bruises heal okay? I'll be here with you."

**

Remus gave me a smile smile and muttered 'okay' and went straight to bed. He fell asleep easily, tired. I didn't even need to ask to know who exactly were the Slytherins. After all, who else would it be other than the witch of the west, Mistral Fontayne.

I gasped awake. That made Draco wake up in shock too.

"Potter! What the hell are you doing waking me up like that ?"

Malfoy say in such a sleepy voice, but nonetheless angry.

"M-Mis-"

I stuttered to say her name.

Mistral Fontayne is the evilest witch ever to live. Much alike to Voldermort. But she was much more sinister and the mention of her name made everyone shake, and hide due to fear. She's very known to the wizarding world. Rumour has it, Dumbledore was fond of her.

She changed over the years in Hogwarts.

"What is it?!"

Malfoy said, groaning when I look at him with disbelief.

"Potter, I do hope you had a good reason for my rude awakening, but it's a fresh morning now, so I shall go to breakfast. Well. We..."

He says in a grummy voice. He was cranky, no doubt about that. He got off the bed, and walked to the bathroom. I followed. We both brush our teeth and went to our personal showers. It was weird most definitely.

There were a lot of bickering, it was going to be hard to adjust to... this. But, we've been awfully civil and didn't say anything nasty just yet. Malfoy stopped for a moment and I stopped as well, following his trail.

"...What do you want to do?"

He asked, guardingly. I looked at him confused now. Not because of him, but of his question. What had I been thinking ? What do I want to do today?

"Um... library... perhaps?"

I say sheepishly. He narrowed his eyes on me but sighs and nodded. He hand gestured for me to go up infront to lead the way, and I passed his way. And I could've sworn I smelt that same familiar cologne he had worn when we bumped with each other on the first day.

I so badly loved it and I was tempted to ask what cologne he used. But now I'm doubting that perhaps that's his natural smell... which does not make sense at all.

Why was his smell so... powerful ? It's very indifferent so I can tell it's his own scent. Why can I smell it when I'm just merely a feet away from him? Or is it my smelling senses? If so how can I humanly smell things like that?

No. Why can I smell Malfoy like that? And third... Why was I attracted to it? Badly enough to bite his skin, oh that pale skin of his. Harry shook his head and looked at himself disbelievingly. I have go to ask someone about this.

"Um... do you mind if my friends join too?"