Nightmare | Drarry | English

Chapter 7

Harry didn't have the courage to return to the room, so he stared into the fire and fell silent, lost in his thoughts. He was used to fighting with Draco. He had even begun to find it normal to get on well with him. But an argument to end in a kiss? There was no way he could make sense of it or accept it. Moreover, as time passed and he was free from the influence of Draco's lips, the clouds hiding his thoughts began to dissipate, revealing things Harry hadn't realized at the time. He thought his heart was beating in his ears because he was angry with Draco, not because he was excited. He was sure his face was burning with anger, not embarrassment. "It was you who was talking nonsense when you stuck your tongue in my mouth, that's for sure," he said, knowing he shouldn't like it. But the clouds had parted, leaving behind a landscape that made Harry ashamed of what he had been thinking. Really... How could he have decided to breathe on Draco's lips when he'd only approached to put him in his place in the first place?

"Mate," Ron interrupted Harry's confrontation with himself in his thoughts. "Are you sure you're all right?"

Harry nodded his head. "I'm fine," he mumbled.

"Look, if there's something you want to say-"

"No, Ron, what could it be?"

"I don't know- Malfoy? Did he say something to piss you off?"

"When doesn't he?" Harry laughed as he asked. "Where's Hermione?" he asked in an attempt to change the subject.

"She just went to sleep, she called out but you didn't hear her." He hesitated indecisively but couldn't help himself again. "If you want to talk-"

"I know," he interrupted. "I'd better go to bed." He had gotten up from the sofa, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to go to his room. Still, he knew he couldn't stay here until morning. "Good night, Ron."

"Good night, Harry."

His feet dragged him backward, but after seconds that felt like hours, he quietly opened the door to the room. He hoped Draco was asleep, but his hopes were dashed the moment he walked through the door. Draco was sitting on his bed, reading a book. When the door opened, Draco looked up for a moment and caught Harry's gaze, but he quickly lowered his head. It was actually in Harry's favour. He took a deep breath, closed the door, and held his breath as he passed the place he had just kissed Draco. He let his breath out slowly when he reached his bed. He turned his back to him, not wanting to meet his gaze, and slowly unbuttoned his shirt. After taking it off, he put on a pyjama top in Gryffindor colours. Then he sat on the bed, slipped out of his trousers, and put on a very unrelated pair of pyjama bottoms. He had unconsciously put them on while his mind was still on lips that were definitely not his own. In fact, he was so preoccupied that he didn't realize Draco was watching him intently.

When he lay down on his bed, he started staring at the ceiling. Despite the time, he was not sleepy at all. Or rather, his head was too full to sleep. Weren't they going to talk anymore? Probably they would. To fight. And if possible, when there is someone around to break it up... It was so ridiculous to even think about it that Harry rolled his eyes at himself. He was getting hot where he lay. First, he pushed the duvet down with his feet. Then he sat up in bed with an uneasy sigh. He needed some fresh air. If Draco was asleep, he probably could have stayed in the room, but even the sound of his pages kept Harry from focusing on sleep. Could one even think of kissing over the sound of turning pages?

He got out of bed, put on his cloak, pulled his suitcase from under the bed, and took his invisibility cloak, which he had not used for some time. After tucking the Marauder's Map into the pocket of his cloak, he took his staff and headed for the door of the room.

"Where are you going at this hour?" Draco asked, following him with his eyes.

"None of your business," Harry said, not looking at him.