Vivus armum // Drarry

Chapter 4

Chapter 4: Ambushed by a suit of armor

The sun slowly rose over the horizon and cast its rays over the Hogwarts grounds, lighting the common room as Harry sat in his chair, asleep with a little drool running down his left cheek. The sun didn't wake him though since the windows were turned west, so Harry slept on and continued ruining the chair with his saliva, that had now reached the purple fabric of the chair.

As the sun rose students started filtering into the common room and heading down to breakfast.

Harry woke to the sounds of his best friends' concerned voices.

"Where is he? Do you think he headed down for breakfast already without us?" Hermione's voice sounded from the boys' dorms hallway.

"I don't know, I don't think so, but he's been so distant lately, after you know..." Ron's voice trailed off.

Harry closed his eyes again, hoping they wouldn't see him and just go to breakfast, so he could continue sleeping. He was so tired and had slept so well in this chair; not one nightmare.

But it seemed that all luck had left him that day; Harry had barely begun to hope that they wouldn't notice him before he was jostled awake by a hand on his shoulder. Harry groaned, opened his eyes and was immediately greeted with Hermione's dark brown eyes and way too much sunlight. Harry groaned again and closed his eyes, silently pleading that they would go away.

"Why are you in the common room, Harry?" Hermione asked anyway, while Harry silently cursed whoever made Hermione such a morning person. She always had way too much energy in the morning.

"Urgh, honestly Harry, get up; we'll miss breakfast,"

All Harry wanted, was to go back to sleep, but Hermione wasn't about to let him, so Harry groaned for the third time, stretched and wiped off the drool from his cheek. He blinked slowly as the common room came into focus, Hermione in the foreground, her bushy hair partly shielding Ron from view, who was standing at the portrait.

"All right, I'm up," Harry said putting his hands up in defeat and walked to the rectangular portrait, still half asleep.

Ron and Hermione hurried after him.

"Harry, you didn't answer me. Why were you sleeping in the common room?" Hermione continued as soon as they were in the hallway.

"I fell asleep."

"Harry!" Hermione shot him a frustrated look. "Why were you in the common room to begin with?"

"I couldn't sleep so I went down to read a book, but I must have fallen asleep at some point," Harry shrugged. "Speaking of, guess who I saw in the common room?"

"Who?" Ron asked.

"Malfoy," Harry said with distaste.

"What was he doing there?" Ron asked.

"I don't know, we didn't talk,"

"Maybe he couldn't sleep either," Hermione suggested.

Ron and Harry looked at her strangely.

"Why shouldn't Malfoy be able to sleep?" Ron asked incredulous.

"Ron, we have all seen bad things during the war," Hermione said looking straight forward. "Just because Malfoy was on the wrong side of the war doesn't mean he came through the war without any mental scarring."

"Or..." Harry said. "He's planning something."

"Yeah that sounds more like Malfoy," Ron agreed.