As they had throughout the day, thick, woolly storm clouds rumbled across the darkened sky. Thrusting the pillow over his head in a feeble attempt to block out the sound, Harry uttered a string of frustrated curses. Why did the bloody weather always have to be so damn miserable? And why did it have to be so loud at two in the morning?
Another crackle of thunder brought a sharp whine- much like that a dog makes- from the wispy haired blonde in the bed next to his. Draco had both hands over his ears and an oddly childlike scowl on his face. Annoyance looked to be the most prominent emotion, but there..... there was fear there too. Was Draco afraid of the thunder storm?
"Are you alright?" Harry asked, sitting up. Draco only scowled at him, as if telling him just by a look that his question was dumb. Harry tried a different approach. "Is it too loud?"
"I would think I made that obvious," Draco growled. Harry recognized this defense mechanism; Draco often played tough guy when he was frightened or upset. Even before they'd grown close, Harry noticed this. Sighing, the dark haired wizard sat up, grabbing his glasses. He then stood and walked over to Draco's bed, sitting down without waiting for Draco to tell him he could.
"Is it because your hearing is now stronger than mine?" The bespectacled boy asked. The wolf only growled, burying his face in the pillow. Harry leaned over and ran a hand through Draco's fluffy blonde hair. He repeated the action, watching the tension leave Draco's shoulders. Even when the sky crackled again, Draco remained relaxed. "Want me to lay with you tonight?" Harry asked.
".....yes..." Draco grabbed Harry's collar, pulling him to lay down. Harry wrapped the wiry male in a hug, smiling slightly. He reached up, stroking Draco's feathery locks again. The blonde's eyes slid closed as he drifted off.
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The Wizard and the Wolf (HarryPotter)
أدب الهواةThough Harry used to despise the blonde brat with a passion, he now understood that unlike Lucius, Draco was just a scared little boy who was never loved. Harry had been the same, but he'd had Ron, Hermione, the other Weasley's and dozens of other p...
