When the Wind Whistle

Chapter 3: Research, Love, and Forgiveness {Edited}

Nothing has changed since Harry first entered the dorm in his 2nd year, Harry thought as he stepped inside. The furniture is still in its original location, but since he and Ron were only inside the dorms for an hour to talk to Malfoy, he never really paid attention to the entire space. Harry can assume that the dormitories for the girls were on the left as he entered. There is a door heading somewhere on the right. "Perhaps Snape's office?" Harry muttered quietly as he continued to observe. The boy's dormitory is located directly across from the girl's dorm.

There is another entrance next to the hallways where the boys live. 'Maybe the bathrooms.' Harry's observations were interrupted by a brief 'Ahem.' Snapping, he turned towards Malfoy. "Come on, Potter. We don't have all day." Malfoy gestured towards the entrance hall of the boys dormitory.

Harry nodded and followed Malfoy. They arrived at the dark mahogany door at the end of the hallway. A big room with enough for two twin size beds was inside when the blond opened the door. Harry expected the blond's room to be extravagant but instead it was cozy with a warm atmosphere. A small bookshelf at the corner of the room with what looks like very expensive books. A queen-sized four-poster bed is nestled in the room's center. Rich emerald green was the color of the sheet. At the foot of the bed is a large luggage trunk and other trinkets that belong to the blond. Actually, there are various colors of green across the entire room. From the sofa, to the carpet, all were green. 

The fact that there is only one bed was also noted by Harry. 'Shouldn't Malfoy have a roommate?' he wondered. Malfoy noticed that Harry has been quiet since entering the 'Den'. He turned towards Harry, who has a comically profound confused yet awed look. 

At first, the blond didn't understand what made the scarred boy confused. Then he realized Harry was staring at the bed. The blond chuckled quietly, finding it amusing. "If you're wondering why there's only one bed-." Making the scarred boy pay attention to the blond boy. "-It's 'cuz my father requested it." Malfoy informed. Malfoy wasn't entirely telling the truth. True his father did request it but for something he will never tell to Potter. . . yet.

The blond closed the door so they would not be disturbed. On top of the bed were books, specifically for potions and information regarding their topic. "Some are from the library and I think there are some from my own book collection." Harry was told by the blonde. Not wanting to waste time, Harry took a book and went to sit on the sofa.

Several hours went by and Harry finally finished skimming through his second book. There were bits and pieces of information he gathered and wrote down. From what he could find, Veritaserum potion effectively forces those who drank it to honestly respond to any queries. Veritaserum was virtually indistinguishable from water due to its clarity, lack of color, and odor. Honestly it's quite scary. 

When Harry reads the paragraph about the incident that happened, he can't help but shudder. The situation with the Dursleys is too similar for him to be able to ignore the story, despite his best efforts. A family was charged with torturing and incarcerating their second child. They were given the potion after being tested. They all confessed.

Shaking his head to clear out the article from his mind, Harry took another book. He checked the blonde to see what he was doing. Malfoy is in his third book! Nearing his fourth actually. Harry was impressed, not only is his crush handsome, he's smart and fast! The raven hair boy blushed just thinking about it. The blond felt Harry staring at him, he was nervous. 'Why is Potter staring at me?' Malfoy quietly panicked. Starting to feel agitated, he snapped his book shut loudly and faced Harry.

Harry was clearly caught staring, quickly averting his gaze from him. Glaring at the wall, finding it more interesting than Malfoy's beautiful eyes. The blond snorted a little before slowly opening his mouth.

"I'm sorry."

Harry was caught off guard. He sit still, debating if he should respond or just stay silent. After a short and slightly awkward period, Harry answered. He asked, still not looking in Malfoy's way, "What for?"

'I-is he kidding?' Malfoy pondered. He sighed and tried again.

"I'm sorry about bullying you." He paused. "I won't ask for your forgiveness, I don't deserve it really, but I just want to apologize for bullying you for three years. I was young and foolish but now... I want to make it up for you in the future." The blond boy finished, making sure he was clear and on point. To be completely honest, he had a lot to repent for, regardless of whether Potter heard him, but before he could continue, a small but pleasant chuckle interrupted him.

He notices Potter grinning and smiling when he looks up. He was initially speechless. What's making Potter chuckle? He pondered. He received a response prior to asking.

"I've forgiven you a long time ago, Draco." Harry smiled.

Draco.

He had called Malfoy by his first name. Harry had called Malfoy by his first name. Harry was beaming at him and calling him Draco while he was confused. Not with a frown or with disgust, but rather with a gaze that he can't quite place but is undoubtedly positive. His heart skipped a beat. He smiled back full with love and adoration towards Pot- Harry.

There is certainly a blossoming bond between them, and they seem to be enjoying it.

A/N:

It quite short but I hope you guys enjoy it. <3