café au lait {drarry}

7 - feeling

d.m.

how does potter live like this? i've searched every cupboard and not a drop of alcohol was in his apartment. i'm not even that picky, at this point i'd even settle for a watery wine from the corner store.

defeated, i pour a glass of water from the tap. i sipped it under the light of a dim light. my heart rate had returned to normal and i could feel a little at ease again.

the nightmares weren't that bad. it was the helplessness of waking up and not being able to move. i'd try to yell, speak, wiggle, anything. even breathing becomes labourous. and then i hear shreaking and flashes of green and red light and a shrill laughing. my heart thundered, knowing i could do nothing.

i took a long swig of water, wishing it were white wine.

i hear footsteps behind me and the hair on my neck stand on end.

"what are you doing awake?" me and potter ask in unison.

"getting a glass of water," we say in unison again. we both chuckle nervously.

i sigh and turn back to my water. "just kidding i was looking for alcohol. didn't find any."

harry laughed quietly. "i don't really drink by myself. i suppose i could pick something up the next time i'm out." there was silence as we both took a sip of water. "what was your nightmare about?"

"what?"

"i know you had one. i'll tell you about mine. there were dementors circling me." he said. i could only see the sihluoette of his figure in the darkness and couldn't read his face. "it was actually one of my tamer nightmares,"

should i actually tell him? i felt like i was being put on the spot. "i-i saw him."

"who?"

"you know wh- i mean voldemort. he told me to kill dumbledore. then his giant snake bit me and i woke up," i said. "well i went into sleep paralysis and hallucinated the dark mark on my ceiling."

there was uncomfortable silence. potter finally spoke. "i'll go out and buy some wine or something and we can drink together sometime. you know, to celebrate us being friends or something."

i never heard anyone say anything like that. it's been a while since anyone other than my mother has expressed any sign of caring about me. my heart wrenched in my chest and i suddenly remembered how to feel.