Nightmare | Drarry | English

Chapter 3

      Draco's eyes fluttered open, then closed again. He repeated this several times, letting his eyes adjust to the light. Finally, he rolled onto his back and stretched his arms above his head, suddenly feeling as if something was wrong. It was morning. As soon as it dawned on him, Draco abruptly sat up and looked across the bed. Harry was gone. What did that mean? Did Harry not have a nightmare? Or was Draco too exhausted from the previous day that he did not hear his cries? For some reason, the latter possibility annoyed Draco. All he had to do was to hear him. How could he fail at that?

      He pushed the duvet aside and got out of bed. He wouldn't be late for class, but he was definitely going to miss breakfast, so he decided there was no point in rushing. First, he took a quick shower and got ready. Then he sat down at his desk and took out a piece of parchment. After dipping his quill pen into the ink, he began to write, his handwriting so meticulous that it looked as if it was a printed text.

      Mother,

      I know you have not yet responded to my letter, but I have an urgent question. I think you can help me. I am searching for a book to use for my homework. The book in the library has some missing pages. I would appreciate it if you could search it for me. If you find it, please try to send it to me as soon as possible, okay? The assignment is due soon.

      George Myerscough – Strong Bonding Spells.

      I hope you can find it. You can also send me any books you know that talk about bonding spells related to dreams.

      Love you,

      Draco

      After putting the neatly folded parchment in the envelope, he wrote the information on it and checked the time. Seeing that he had time to go to the Owlery, he put on his robes and left the room with his bag. With everyone at breakfast, he hurried through the deserted corridors and reached the west tower. As he hurried up the stairs and arrived at the entrance of the round stone structure, an unexpected sight brought him to a halt. There, Harry stood, one of the owls perched before him, clutching an envelope within its beak. Harry was caressing its feathered head.

      "Potter."

      Harry's head lifted, looking at the entrance. "Malfoy," he said calmly. "You are awake."

      Draco nodded and stepped inside, thinking it was strange to just stand there. "Who are you sending the letter to?" he asked. He resisted the urge to ask if he'd had nightmares during the night, that was why he wanted to bring up a different topic.

      "It's none of your concern," said Harry, still calm. He didn't like Draco's attempts at conversation, he didn't think Draco would do this without an ulterior motive.

      "Not that I care about the answer, Potter." Draco was angry about the response. "I mean, who could you send it to?" he asked, but he regretted it as soon as the words left his mouth.

      Harry stopped caressing the owl for a moment, and shook his head, with a bitter smile settling on his face. "You're so right that I'm not even angry." Then he released the owl, sending it off into the air, and headed for the exit.

      "Potter- I didn't mean it like th-"

      "Mind your own business Malfoy, looks like you have letter to send." As he was walking through the door, he added without looking back. "I don't know if they accept letters to Azkaban, but..." He went down the stairs at a brisk pace, accompanied by the sound of owls' wings. Draco stared after him, envelope in hand, unsure whether to feel remorse for what he said or anger in response to what Harry had just said.