The Contract : Book II [Draco/Harry]

Chapter 3 : Iterum Pupillo

Draco felt uncharacteristically warm, he shifted slightly in his sleep only to find an arm had him effectively trapped. An arm that belonged to Potter.

He sat up quickly dislodging the arm holding him in place, looking around at the peeling wallpaper of his bedroom in the Tonks' house. Potter slept on peacefully, twitching lightly in his sleep. He shook Potter impatiently, hissing to keep his panic at bay.

"Potter! Wake up! What are you doing here?"

Draco had always liked the green of Harry's eyes. Harry blinked, furrowing his brows in confusion, before smiling up at Draco.

"Hi. I have missed you."

Which wasn't really an answer. Draco's first thought was that this was an impostor, he whipped out his wand pointing it steadily at Harry.

"Who are you and how did you get inside?"

Impostor Potter as Draco referred to him in his head, was advancing towards him. He lowered Draco's wand easily, before leaning in, whispering in Draco's ear.

"I just told you, I wanted to talk to you. I've been meaning to tell you something for a while now -"

"Whatever you're playing at, it isn't funny. Cut it out."

Draco threatened Impostor Potter with a wavering voice. Harry looked at him almost pityingly, setting off the warning bells in Draco's head.

"I love you."

Draco's heart skipped a beat, what he wouldn't have given to hear those words even a month ago. He tightened his grip on his wand before firing off a stinging hex. Except his spell didn't seem to have any effect.

Impostor Harry's smile turned cruel, his laugh sounded cold to Draco's ears.

"That's very interesting."

Draco took a step back, and strangely enough had an awareness that he was in a dream. He needed to work on his Occlumency he realized distractedly as Potter's eyes began to morph into red slits.

Draco woke up in a cold sweat. He realized, rather hysterically that he had just got a confession from the Dark Lord and if that wasn't the most ridiculous thing he had thought in the past year, Draco didn't know what was.

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Draco couldn't go back to sleep. Each time he closed his eyes, he heard Potter's parting because it's what you want. It wasn't fair, Draco had made up his mind, he had been so convinced he had made the right call, but -

He sat up as he heard a distant rumble. It was not out of place, Tonks would often drop in at the dead of the night, with her insipid Muggle contraption. But something was different about the familiar sound today coupled with the horrifying conclusion that the Dark Lord had learned their location by entering Draco's head in his sleep. Draco gripped his wand uselessly, craning his neck out of the window to catch a glimpse at a dark figure who was most certainly not Tonks.

He was working on autopilot, without a single thought he rushed to his parents' bedroom door rapping his knuckles sharply against the wood. Draco could count on the fingers of a hand the number of times he had seen his mother looking anything except her usual poised self.

"Draco -"

"There's someone in the house -"

His father had just roused when Draco noticed movement from the door. His mother shoved him behind her, Draco lost his balance falling flat on his face.