tick-tock | a drarry tale

XVII.

Harry was so familiar with waking up with sunlight beaming into the room; waking up in Draco's pitch dark room made him feel uneasy. As he stared into the dark abyss, he began to grow paranoid. Harry's arm was currently being squished by Draco, who was sleeping soundly on his back.

"Draco?" he asked, his voice husky; his normal morning voice. Draco immediately opened his eyes, Harry could see the outline of his face, but barely. "Can you sit up? You're lying on my arm, and I'm worried it's going to fall off." With a small laugh, he felt Draco sit up slightly, just enough for Harry to slip his arm out. "Thanks," he mumbled, massaging his numb limb. "What time is it?"

"Relax, Potter," he heard Draco's voice, "I have an alarm set for six."

"Okay... but what time is it?"

"How would I know?"

"Turn on the light- or light the candles, whatever you use," Harry replied, sitting up. He heard Draco sigh and felt the bed shift. Slowly the candles began to light up, filling the room with a dim light. "Thank you, Draco," he chirped, and then spun so he was sitting on the edge of the bed. He looked across the room at the clock on the wall; the hands read 5:52. His eyes then averted to his bags tucked away in the corner and his stomach dropped. Slowly, he recollected the memories of what happened last night. He wiped a hand over his face and looked back at Draco. "Eight minutes till, might as well get up now."

"Are you a morning person, Potter?" Draco asked, his arm covering his eyes. Harry shrugged, even though Draco couldn't see him.

"Sometimes," he answered. His thoughts trailed back to Ron, and he once again felt that funny feeling in his stomach. Draco then sat up, rubbing his eyes, then flipped his duvet off of him. Harry watched as he made his way across the room and into the bathroom without another word and shook his head. "Seems like you're not," he muttered while rubbing the back of his neck. It wasn't another thirty minutes until Draco walked back into the room. His hair was slicked back and he was wearing his robes, which were lined with green and had the Slytherin emblem on the front. Harry sat up from the bed. "Can I-" he paused, "get ready in there?" He pointed to the bathroom. Draco nodded, still not fully awake, and got out of Harry's way.

"Remember to put on your cloak when you leave," Harry heard him say as he grabbed his bag and entered the bathroom. After closing the door, he set his bag on the corner and looked at himself in the mirror. His hair was disheveled, his right cheek was a bright red, and there were dark circles under his eyes. Quickly he slid off his pajamas and put on his robes. He grabbed his comb and brushed softly through his mess of hair, trying to get it to at least not stick up. He then splashed water onto his face, hoping to wake himself up and diminish the circles. But it was no success. With a sigh he got his things together, turned off the light, and marched into Draco's room. Draco sat on the bed, gathering his supplies he'll need for the day.

"Sorry about crashing here last night," Harry said, plopping down his bag and trading it for his school pack. Draco glanced up at him.

"Hide your stuff in the closet." Harry pursed his lips, turned back around, picked up his bag, then walked over to the closet. He threw the bag between Draco's clothes and shut it. When Harry turned back around, Draco said, "and don't apologize. You can stay here for as long as you need."

"Thank you," Harry said, walking up to him and placing a hand on his shoulder.

"Do you think your friends told anyone about us?" Draco asked, slipping his pack strap over his shoulder.

"No," Harry replied. "They were angry, yes, but they wouldn't do that. Not to me."

"We'll see about that, won't we?" Harry frowned at him. "At breakfast," Draco explained. "You're going, right?" Harry shrugged.