Demortia

Chapter3: Impossible... or not?

When Harry opened his eyes, the hunger tugged at him immediately. He looked up at the clock in his room: 2:16 in the morning. He had fallen asleep without having dinner. He straightened up and rubbed his eyes. A blanket fell from his shoulders. He picked it up, surprised to find a blanket on him while he was not covered. He laid her on the bed and quietly went out of his room, anxious not to wake the blond. He crossed the living room on tiptoe and walked out of the apartment. The nocturnal atmosphere of the castle had always brought calm and calm. He did not particularly like loneliness but sometimes appreciated the silence that always accompanied him. He went quickly to the kitchen, hoping to find something to eat despite the late hour. Arrived at the table, he tickled the pear, letting the passage open. As soon as he entered, an elf came up to him, asking what he wanted. Harry, sheepishly coming here in the middle of the night, answered in a shy voice that he was coming for something to eat because he had fallen asleep before the meal was served. The elf faded from sight for a few minutes before bringing him a piece of bread, a flask of pumpkin juice and two chicken legs. Harry thanked him and went out.

- What are you doing outside at this hour, Harry Potter? asked a clear, suave voice with a slight accent.

Harry jumped quickly and put his hand around his neck, checking that he was wearing the collar that Professor Dumbledore had given him. He sighed with relief as he felt the thin gold chain under his fingers. He turned to the man who had stopped him, questioningly on his face. How could he know that he was Harry Potter?

"Professor Dumbledore warned us of your arrival, you and Mr. Malfoy, at our beloved time," said the man as if he were guessing Harry's thoughts. I am Professor François Boisclair. I am a spells teacher. My role tonight is to watch that no student comes out after curfew. Although I do not know the Hogwarts rules of your time, I doubt that this article has changed since. So, what are you doing outside, Harry Potter?

Harry lowered his head and mumbled:

- I fell asleep before dinner and I could not eat. I just woke up and was hungry.

- Are you from kitchens? asked the professor.

Harry nodded. The man smiled and answered that he understood and that he let pass for this time.

- But do not be surprised by another teacher or the janitor, Harry. Everyone is not so kind.

With these words, he gave her a wink and turned around, throwing him a "see you tomorrow!" ". Harry quickly returned to his apartment, eating his food on the way and happy that the teacher did not punish him. He returned to the apartment, undressed and lay down in bed to resume the night she had stopped. While sleep had prevailed, he tightened the blanket around him when he woke up earlier. A slight smile stretched his lips.

- Potter! Potter!

Harry opened an eye. A pair of gray eyes stared at him as a hand shook him frankly.

"Malfoy ... Get out ..." he stammered in his still sleepy voice.

- Potter, get up or you'll miss breakfast in addition to your dinner yesterday!

Harry opened both eyes and looked at the blond. He was already dressed, washed and combed. A slight scent of lime tree came to touch her mind. He closed his eyes, not knowing why this perfume attracted him but a hand shook him harder.

- Potter, do not go back to sleep! Get up !

Harry, unhappy about being woken up for the second time in two days, pulled down the covers violently and got up, his bad mood prevailing against all good will. He turned his head to the blonde and threw him dryly:

- It's good, I'm up, I'm going to the bathroom. I'll meet you in the living room ... Malfoy?

The blond had become a carmine red suddenly. Harry gave him a questioning look before turning red too: he was sleeping naked. He went towards the bathroom, running almost, not suspecting the look of pure desire that threw him the blond. He threw himself directly into the shower and washed himself quickly. He wrapped a towel around his hips, having forgotten to take clothes with him in his eagerness to escape Draco's eyes. He came out of the bathroom to don jeans and a red t-shirt that Ron had given him during his vacation. It's crazy how his friends missed him when he had left them only since yesterday!