Fake Friends and Friendly Foes ||DMHP

Chapter Nine

"Potter, Potter. Ugh... Wake up Scarface or I'll make the Weasley kiss you." Ron made an incoherent choking sound. Harry blinked blearily slowly regaining his vision or, what little he had of it. A blinding sort of light was directly in front of his face. Harry pushed it away realizing it was a wand.

"I heard something about Ron kissing me. I don't know if you're serious or not but please don't." Harry said jokingly trying to ease the tension hanging in the air. Harry looked at the blurred mass of Ron who was still making choking sounds while Hermione patted his back sympathetically while not looking sympathetic at all. Ron's cheeks were a blotchy red. His freckles standing out even more. Harry pushed himself onto his elbows getting a better view of the cabin.

"How sweet, you thought of the Weasel when I clearly didn't specify the gender of who was going to be kissing you." Malfoy said smirking. He was sitting on his knees next to Harry on the floor of the cabin. Why was he on the floor? This time Ginny choked on her own spit while Neville rubbed her back while speaking soothingly, but nothing about his words were soothing at all.

"It's okay Ginny. We all knew Ron's kissing powers are so atrocious that it would wake even  Harry back up from the dead." Hermione snickered into her hands. Who knew Neville had such a side? Even Malfoy looked amused.

Malfoy, Harry realized was sitting a little to close for comfort. Harry blushed, his cheeks heating up slightly. Malfoy didn't seem to notice that. No one did.

"Why was I on the floor? And why is Malfoy here?" Harry stood up swiftly straightening his crumpled and dusty robes.

"You fainted." Malfoy said pointing his lit wand into Harry's chest. The light made his cheekbones stand out and not in a bad way. Why did he point that out? Only Merlin knew. Malfoy smirked lazily. "Like a princess." He continued pushing his wand into the Gryffindor emblem on his robes. Harry looked away.

"Did- did anyone here the screaming?" Harry asked softly subtly changing the topic. He moved and sat down on a bench next to Malfoy.

Ron and Hermione were sitting in a corner near the latch of the door. Hermione was also holding her wand which was lit. Their eyes were constantly straying towards it incase if something were to enter again. Ginny was curled in a corner on the other side with Neville sitting on the armrest.

"What screaming?" Ron asked warily.

"No one... heard it?" Harry asked his voice dropping with ever word. Malfoy looked at him oddly.

"No. Did you?" Ginny asked. Harry realized Ginny was trembling slightly. Her eyes were hooded by her hair and shadowed her face. Neville was still rubbing his hand drawing patterns on her back lazily. His clear green eyes were filled with concern as he looked at Harry.

"Yea, there was... there was so much screaming." Harry never stuttered much. He looked down.

"Dementors." Malfoy said darkly.

"What?" Hermione asked.

"The Azkaban guards." Malfoy replied. He didn't seem to care that he replied to Hermione. He still looked slightly irritated.

"They bring out the worst memories in you. The worse the memory the stronger the pull." Neville replied casually. "My Gran told me about them. They don't care if you plead or not. If they are hungry enough, they will suck your soul." He said shuddering.

"What did you feel? Why did I faint?"

"The Dementors..." Ron said. "They-they made it feel like I could never feel happiness again." Hermione nodded.

"Ginny started shaking violently. You, Harry, y-you fainted. You just stared into nothing and just fell." Ron had a hard time articulating what he was trying to say. He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly while grinning smally. "That still begs the question, how did you get here?" Harry asked turning to look at Draco who didn't seem to have the least bit of interest in the conversation.