Scared, Potter? •DRARRY•

Chapter 3

•Draco's POV•

"Lumos" I whispered quietly, watching the orb of light form at the tip of my wand.

All the other boys were fast asleep except me. As usual I couldn't sleep during the first night back at Hogwarts. When I was younger it was due to feeling homesick. But now Hermione's words was going around in my head.
'There is nothing to fight for anymore'
No that was right, there is nothing to fight for anymore. But had it ever been? It was just always a fun game, teasing Potter, making him scared. He was always in on it to, retorting with a sarcastic comment. But always as I made any kind of loud noise Harry would always run away with a scared expression taking over his face.
I always thought that he was just scared of sounds as every other human being. But no one gets that scared every time right? And after Hermione's words it felt like something more. Like i was missing something.
The light from my wand slowly died out before I put it back in the nightstand drawer and then resealing the thick purple curtains that framed the bed.

I had almost fallen asleep as a small whimper woke me back to my senses.
Oh no if any of the Gryffindorks talks in their sleep I will fucking kill them. Especially Potter.
I put my head down once again, closing my eyes trying to fall asleep for the second time.

"No, please no" Harry pleaded, voice loud in the dark room.

His voice sounded so destroyed and small that it would break anyone's heart. But not mine as that motherfucker destroyed my beauty sleep.
I slowly got out of bed, my bare feet hitting the cold floor, sending a shiver up my spine. I took three quick steps to reach Potter's bed and pulled open the curtains with a small tug.
Harry's bedsheets laid crumpled in the corned of his bed, a result of the boys furiously kicking. His torso was soaked with sweat as well as the tousled hair on his head. With eyes squeezed firmly shut the boy started screaming writhing his body painfully.
I was frozen still as I watched Harry. So stunned that I didn't hear the hurriedly footsteps coming up from behind me, until a broad hand pushed me aside reaching for Harry. I stumbled back until I hit my own bed landing on it with a thud. Like a movie before me I saw Weasley shaking Harry furiously trying to get the other boy to wake up.

"Harry come on! Bloody hell, not again!" The words slipped out of Weasley's mouth without him noticing, the only focus on Potter.

Harry finally sat up, drawing a deep breath. His lungs filling until it looked like they were on the verge of exploding. He bent over, folding his arms around his legs and started shaking.

"What are you staring at Malfoy?" Ron said bitterly.

I hadn't even realized that I was still watching the scared boy sitting on the bed. Harry looked up at me. His eyes possibly even greener than usual, the fresh tears giving them a mystic glow. His cheeks red and lips chapped from screaming. Small tuffs of black hair hanging before his eyes. This time my heart actually shattered, Potter looked so destroyed and small. Not even a death eater would have been able to keep their emotions in control if they saw the boy.
My thoughts diverted as Ron snapped his fingers before my eyes. I jerked back awkwardly and closed my curtains slowly looking at Harry to the very last minute.

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•Harry's POV•

I woke roughly by Ron shaking my shoulders. It felt like my lungs were filled with sand, a result for screaming at the top of my voice. With a burning sensation at the back of my eyes I folded over hugging my knees tightly as I felt warm streaks running down my cheeks.

"What are you staring at Malfoy?" Ron asked suddenly with a protective voice.

Through blurry vision I looked up to meet a pair of gray eyes watching me intently. Fuck... Malfoy probably knew everything now. That I was a fucking wimp who screamed in his sleep because of a horrible childhood. Now he had even more things to bully me for and judge. As I rubbed my hand over my eyes in an attempt to clear them from tears, I was waiting for a sneering expression on Malfoy face. But the one I saw shocked me. It was nothing like hate or smugness over it. All I could read was sadness. Before I had the chance to react Ron snapped his finger in front of the blonde's face. Making the sad exchange for a dumbstruck one as he slowly closed the purple curtains.

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