How It's Supposed To Be

Chapter 15

Chapter 15 

Harry woke in a start, gasping for breath at two in the morning. He just had a nightmare about Lockhart and his uncle. Lockhart was asking his uncle permission to rape Harry and his uncle said yes without a second thought and well, Harry didn't want to think about it anymore. Finally he caught his breath but he was too scared to go to sleep, but he needed to get sleep because tomorrow morning, well technically in a few hours, would be the first day of the Quidditch season. Oliver will expect them to get up early to start practice. Harry knew he wasn't going to get to sleep like this and he knew that Oliver wouldn't be happy with him if he showed up at practice too tired to fly. Harry bit his lower lip as he looked at the twins, sprawled across their beds, asleep. They wouldn't mind if he slept with one of them, would they? Harry sighed as he made his decision. He grabbed his blanket and pillow and went over to Fred. "Fred?" Harry whispered shaking him awake. Fred groaned. 

"What's wrong?" 

"Can I sleep with you?" Harry was nervous; that much was for sure. Fred looked shocked. 

"Nightmare?" Harry just nodded. Fred yawned. "Yeah, hop in." Fred moved over and Harry placed his pillow on the bed and climbed into the bed and covered himself up with his blanket. Harry felt safer and less scared now that he was with Fred, but he felt so embarrassed for doing so. "It's okay Harry. It's to be expected after the things you've been going through." Fred muttered tiredly. 

"Thanks Fred." 

"Any..." Fred yawned, "Time little brother..." Then Fred was snoring once more. Harry smiled and made himself comfortable as he fell back asleep easily than expected. When Harry woke up at a more decent hour, he found himself curled into Fred's side and Fred had his arm wrapped protectively around him. Harry felt embarrassed enough from asking Fred to sleep with him but this was so much more embarrassing, but Harry didn't say anything as he quietly and quickly got out of the bed and put his blanket and pillow back on his bed. He was glad that Fred let him sleep with him, that way he didn't have to deal with his nightmares but Harry didn't like feeling embarrassed, because he was thirteen years old, after all. Thirteen-year-olds aren't supposed to be sleeping with someone just because they had a bad dream. Harry spotted Oliver slowly opening the door. 

"Oh, you're up! Good, you can get Fred and George up then, it's time for practice!" Harry shook his head. 

"Okay, Oliver, whatever you say." Harry went over to Fred and George each and shook them awake. The two of them got out of bed, looking ready to just fall down and go back to sleep. 

"Oliver is really taking this practice thing a bit too seriously." George said as stretched. 

"You're telling me." Fred said finishing it with a yawn. The three of them got dressed and met Alicia, Angelina, and Katie at the bottom of the stairs. They too were grumbling about Oliver. 

"Let's get this over with." Angelina said stretching her arms. Then the six of them walked down the pitch, dragging their broomsticks a bit. Harry had to agree with George. Oliver was really taking this too far. The sun was barely even coming up. Of course this was an improvement from last year but Oliver was still in one of his crazy moods when he really wants to win the Quidditch House Cup. In the locker room, they all nearly groaned when they spotted some charts. 

"We're going to start with new game plays this year!" The team groaned as Oliver went into his explanation of all the charts. Fred fell asleep on Angelina's shoulder again, George's eyes were drooping but he was fighting against it. Alicia fell asleep, leaning against the wall and Katie fell asleep on Alicia's shoulder. Angelina was doing her best not to fall asleep either and Harry just fell into a stupor not taking in a word Oliver was saying. Harry's head snapped up when Oliver said, "Does anyone have any questions?"