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Harco had finally done his business after Merlin knows how long! Finally, Draco gets to sleep. He didn't even get to read anything that night, what a shame. He was quite stoked to begin a new book; he was getting quite bored of Hamlet.
Muggle stories are interesting, Draco wouldn't know what he'd be without magic. He'd be so boring, just a show-off git with no abilities. He'd be nothing. Shuddering at the though, Draco immediately heads back to Hogwarts. Hogwarts was just like his home, he can't imagine a world without it or at least not knowing what it is. How boring that world must be.
"Oh my Merlin!" Draco immediately shuts the door as he soon as he stepped in his room. "Put on some clothes, Potter! Have some decency! We get that you Gryffindors are brave already!" Draco angrily hollers, drawing Blaise and Greg out of their rooms. Greg had bed hair and was disheveled, his eyebrows knitted into a deep frown and was clearly displeased.
"Draco? What the hell, you arse. I'm sleeping." Greg grumbles, he looked around before he glares at Draco. "Fuck this, I'm going back to sleep." He flips Draco off as he heads back into the room. Blaise, on the contrary, wore a proud smile.
"Are you getting some tonight?" Blaise whispered as he crept up next to Draco in nothing but a pair of track pants.
"What? Fuck no, you crude beast! How vulgar, I'd never even have a nightmare about." Draco growls as he shoves Blaise away from him.
"That's 'cuz you dreeaam about it!~" Blaise says in a quizzical tone, earning him a book to the face. "Leave!" Draco hisses as Blaise mockingly pouts as him. Finally, Blaise retracts into his room and Draco has the nerve to go back into his own room.
Harry sat on the bed, wearing a pair of boxers and a white tee. Awkwardly, Draco sneaks past the boy who lived to grab his night gown. It'd be awkward to sleep commando next to Harry but, he was much too used to sleeping with no pants on. Changing into his femininely aesthetic white night gown, Draco finally settles into bed.
"You wear a dress to sleep?" Harry smiled, he'd never imagine Draco in a cotton white gown, he was thinking more of a set of silk pajamas or something like that.
"It's a night gown, Potter, learn your textile items. It's very comfortable, so shame on you for not sleeping in one." Harry snorted, Draco was very opinionated. In that dress and a wig with some make up, he could even fool Blaise into flirting with him! Or even maybe Harry himself would too since he's already flirting without a wig on... Wait! He doesn't mean it though.
Harry turns away from the blond, embarrassed of his own thoughts. What was happening? Was he falling for Draco? No, it's just because he's been spending time with Draco, that's all.
Draco was better built than Harry had thought, even though he played quidditch, he was still quite scrawny but Harry takes it back after seeing his legs, they're pretty built. Does he have a six pack? Does he like sick packs? Why would Harry care? Pffft, he doesn't care... does he? All of a sudden, Harco jumps onto his stomach excitedly. Harco's pillow was placed in the area between the two beds of the two boys, just for convinience.
"What? What??" Harry coughs as he clutches his stomach, Harco won't stop pawing at him.
"Can you be quiet? Romeo's meeting up with Juliet!" Draco hisses, silencing the both of them simultaneously. Three loud knocks on the door was heard before the door creaked open to reveal a smug looking Blaise.
"Hi, boys! Greg and I have decided that we're playing a muggle game called Snakes and Ladder outside. Care to join?" Blaise says in a mockingly high-pitched tone as he flutters his eyelashes.
"Get out, Blaise. You sound like that one creepy muggle aunt at every reunion." Draco grunts as he throws a pillow at Blaise who ducked in time.
"Suit yourselves!" Blaise giggles as he leaves the door.
"Pillow accio." Draco picks up the pillow, his voice bored and disappointed. Harry watches in horror as Draco tucks the wand neatly under the pillow, somehow it felt sketchy but... Harry did it too. So why was he so on the edge? Draco's clearly not evil, he was just trying to save himself and his family. He still was uneasy. It felt as if he couldn't help but feel suspicious around Draci. But Harry still stared at the area where the wand was, wondering what could happen in the darkest of night. As bad as he felt for being so weary of Draco, knowing Draco didn't have a choice and everything - he still felt like he needed to be cautious.
"Do you... always sleep with your wand beneath your pillow?" Harry croaked, forcing himself to bring up the subject. Draco flipped a page, not even giving Harry a side glance as he asked the very obviously reluctant question.
"Yes." Draco replies nonchalantly. "Why? Have a problem, Potter?"
"N-no, I do too." Harry stutters, awkwardly being put in the spotlight.
"I see." He says in a bored manner, Harry hears a page flip. It was a rather long and languid flip, he's never seen or been so peaceful around Draco before. Not before long, Harco begins to squirm under Harry's arms, trying to wiggle out.
"Harco! Stop- go to your own bed!" Harry reprimands as he places Harco onto the pillow between Draco and his bed, sneaking a glance as he sits up, Draco's eyelashes were snow-like, they were much thicker and straighter than his hair was - it was surreal how feminine Draco had looked. He was very pretty. Somehow in Harry's mind, Draco looked like some sort of neat-freak brute but that was a rather distorted image of how Draco had truly looked.
"Potter, are you asleep?" Draco asks, making Harry snap his head away.
"No.. why?"
"Just asking." Draco sighed, smiled slightly; Blaise and Greg had always went to sleep before he did. He's never really stayed up with anyone before, usually he sneaked out when the snoring got too unbearable.
Seeing Draco's very gentle, carefree smile, Harry loosened up as well. It felt as if it was infectious- how calm he was. Even Harco was settling down in his pillow. Slowly, Harry dozed off too.
Sobs echoed through a dark room- not a dark room... but rather a completely black area. It certainly wasn't Harry's sob, Harry was just staring around. Slowly, he begins to nagivate himself through the darkness by identifying where the soft sobbing was coming from.
Not before long, he had found an area that gradient into a completely white room and a figure huddled together in the middle, holding their head and sobbing profusely.
A feeling, a strong feeling in his heart that felt like his heart was cramping up made him feel as if he had to go up to the person and hug them. Running up to the platinum blond, he tightly wrapped his arms around the scrawny built person.
"Potter? Let go." "Shh... It's going to be okay." Harry silenced Draco, the fact that he said that without even realising shocked him. Harry has never really felt like he needed to comfort anybody. After a short second or two, he begins to feel a horrid burning sensation in his back that begins to grow but he refused to let go.
Feeling Draco shift, his body goes limp and gets ingulfed in the horrible heat.
"Potter?" Draco asked, his voice shaking as he gripped Harry's shoulders. "Potter." He shook Harry slightly but Harry couldn't move; it was too painful.
"Potter!"
(A/N)
Sorry about that!! I uploaded the wrong chapter (Chapter 18 instead of Chapter 16), if I created any confusion, its supposed to be this chapter instead of Chapter 18. Thank you for being patient with me and I deeply apologise!! :'-)
