Pillow (Drarry)

Chapter 8- Flight

Chapter 8: Flight

October 29, 1998

Getting on without his wand was fine to Harry, he knew he'd overreacted when he had to give it up. He could do simple spells and worked out how to do the wandless words in the air consciously.

A week later, Harry decided he was sick of being confined and supervised; his life was boring, and he decided to do something about that. Reaching into his wardrobe, he quietly pulled out his Firebolt. It had gone unflown for far too long, and he plotted to fly straight out of the window and just enjoy the air. With a rush of excitement and rebellion, he began to mount his broom.

"Just where do you think you're going?" Harry fell back off the Firebolt.

Words appeared, "You scared me! I thought you were asleep!"

"I was until my magical alarm went off when you got out of bed. I pretended to sleep so that I could see that you weren't just going to the bathroom or something. Once I saw you get the broom, I waited for you to come to your senses. But alas, you are a true idiot," Draco said tepidly.

"I'm bored!" the glowing words read.

"Go to sleep."

"Stop telling me what to do, I am a grown man!"

"You're not acting like it."

"I am going flying."

"No, you are not. What if you lose control of something, like your hands or your magic and hurt yourself? It's already dangerous enough that you've lost your ability to think properly," Draco scoffed.

"Why do you care?"

"We've been over this, I do."

"I'll see you in the morning, I'm going flying."

"Harry James Potter, get off that broom right now! You won't see me in the morning if you go flying, and it won't be because I'm not here," Draco scolded.

"Then what do you suggest I do? I am used to doing stuff all the time, I have to do something!"

"Read a book!"

Harry grimaced, "Not likely."

"If you want to go flying, then fine! You can go flying and I won't try to stop you." Harry's expression lit up, "On one condition," his smile dropped again. "I will take you flying. You'll still be flying, but I will fly it while you hold on. That's my final and only offer that involves you in the air."

After a moment's hesitation, Harry sighed, "Fine, okay. You can take me flying."

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"Hold on tightly. Do not let go. Not even with just one hand! Got it?" Harry tightened his arms around Draco's midsection in response. Butterflies fluttered around annoyingly in Draco's stomach and he let the corners of his mouth lift.

He kicked off and they flew out through the open window. The cool air whipped their hair about and Harry gripped Draco tighter as he took them up towards the clouds. "Is this better?" Draco asked.

"Perfect," said the words that appeared before his eyes. The blond took off again, flying in circles and loops for long enough that the sun started to rise.

"Has it really been so long?" He felt Harry's head nod into his shoulder where it had been resting for quite a while, making Draco feel unnaturally warm in the chilly weather of early October. "I should take us back to the school, then." Harry shook his head and tightened his arms again. "We have to go back, and it seems like you're going to fall asleep on me if we don't." Another shake of brunette's head made him chuckle and he set off to find their window. 

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"We should go flying all the time," Harry magicked the words as he climbed into his bed. 

"I agree," Draco said, "we should do more generally so that you won't try to do something stupid again." Harry smiled sheepishly and closed his eyes.

In the two hours they had before they had to eat and go to classes, Harry dreamed of the wonderful smell of Draco when he had his face buried in his shoulder. Meanwhile, Draco couldn't sleep because of thoughts of Harry and how he'd agreed to take him flying often. The thought drove him mad and made him dizzy with excitement. He knew he shouldn't get attached, but he couldn't help it. 

It was just his luck to start falling for Harry Potter of all people.