Uncomfortable Truths - - (Drarry Fanfiction)

Chapter Thirty-Six - Nine Days

Harry woke to another nightmare. It's been ten days since Ginny threw the potion on him and his friends, and nine days since Malfoy really talked to him. He would get a not now or fuck off and occasionally just Potter. He would catch Malfoy looking at him sometimes, but his eyes were always tinged with sadness or anger.

Harry pulled out his marauders map, if Ron still shared a room with him, he would have said it reminded him of 6th year, but he doesn't, and just like in 6th year, Harry didn't care. He watched Malfoy sleeping with Parkinson, just like he has the last nine nights.

They haven't been jogging either, he still sends Greg and Blaise to drag Harry with, while he's been going with Theo every morning. He's told Greg that they're doing longer runs and Theo confirms it, but Harry knows he's just avoiding him... again. Will it be another three weeks with no contact, for something he had no control over again? At least last time he wasn't shacking up with Pansy.

Harry rubs his eyes and grabs his watch, Malfoy's watch, from his bedside table. 2:30 am, too early to get up but the nightmare is still too fresh in his head. At least he didn't scream. He doesn't want to go to Neville's room again. It's not fair to Nev or Ernie. He could sketch this one, he's been filling up a new sketchbook with his nightmares; but his eyes burn, he doesn't want to stay awake to draw.

"Harry?" Seamus's sleep filled voice drifts over.

"Sorry Sea, I didn't mean to wake you."

"Nightmare?"

"Yeah."

"Neville's?"

"No, I think he needs a break. Ernie absolutely does."

Seamus yawns and pulls back his sheets as he moves over, "Come on then."

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

"Thanks Seamus." Harry crawls into Seamus's bed, hiding his face in the pillow.

"You want to talk about it?"

"No, let's just try to sleep. Thanks."

"We'll talk in the morning. Pull the curtains closed. We have classes today and I need more sleep.

Harry pulls out his wand and spells the curtains closed, he snuggles into the bed and drifts back to sleep.

Harry and Seamus woke to the sound of their door cracking open. With the curtains drawn they couldn't see who opened the door.

"He's not here." Someone whispers closing the door quietly behind them.

"We really should be locking that." Seamus rolls over and falls back to sleep.

Harry grunts, feeling Seamus drape his leg and arm over Harry, trying to get comfortable before they both fall back to sleep.

A loud knocking wakes them both before their door opens.

"Hey Seamus, have you seen Harry?" Ron walks over to open Seamus's curtains, "I got Slytherins hunting for him and he's not with Neville."

"Yeah, I've seen him." Seamus smiles at Ron.

"Well, where the bloody hell is he?" Blaise stands next to Ron; he points his wand at the door which slams in Greg's face before he casts a locking charm. "What the fuck, Potter."

"Sorry. Are we running today?" Harry yawns and pushes Seamus's leg off him. He remembers why he never sleeps with Seamus; the guy uses everyone as his own personal body pillow.

"Hey!" Greg yells from outside, "You're not subtle, let me in. This is bullshit. Alohomora." Greg walks in, heads to the other side of the bed, opening the curtains.