Demortia

Chapter5: The Storm

Harry kicked the foot of his bed in frustration. Five days ! Five days that Draco did not speak to him anymore! He had no right to ignore it! He lay down on his bed and sighed in despair. The classes of the week had just ended. Harry had had the worst class week of his life. First of all, he missed Ron and Hermione terribly. He thought of them constantly. He wondered if he too was missing his two friends and whether they were worried about his disappearance. Then there was Draco. Not a single glance since he said to her, "You're nothing to me, I'm nothing to you then what it would be like to talk to each other to pretend." Just because we're here does not mean that will change "during the Monday morning potions class. No words had been exchanged if one except Draco's cold and indifferent responses to "good morning" and "good night" that Harry said.

The door of the apartment opened and Harry got up from his bed: it could not last like that. He quickly left his room and found himself facing a Draco who was going to enter the bathroom. The blond did not even pay attention to him and continued on his way. Harry took two long strides and grabbed Draco's arm, which stopped without turning around. Neither of them uttered a word until Draco, weary of silence, murmured:

"In your opinion, Harry, who's the one of us who's been most in love for a week?"

Harry released Draco's arm and he locked himself in the bathroom. Harry remained alone, his arms hanging. He touched his lips with a finger and murmured:

- Lover ?

He needed to talk to someone, someone who would understand what he was thinking. He ran out of the apartment and stopped only when he arrived at the door of the professor's office of the history of magic: Draco Potter-Malfoy. Harry had been uncomfortable throughout the course of the Draco of the future. The history classes were certainly a little more interesting but he was a very severe teacher. However, Harry could only see him, only he could understand what was going on in the blonde's head ... and maybe in his own too.

He inhaled at length and knocked three small blows on the door. A few minutes later, the door opened on ... him. Or rather, about his future. Harry kept his mouth open before the other laughed and faded to let him in. The young man came in and stood in front of the door as the two men looked at him. Harry of the future smiled and the other pouted.

- Well, why did you come Harry? asked adult Harry (Nes: I feel like I'm going to confuse the brushes myself ...).

- Uh ... Actually, I wanted to talk to Mal ... to Professor Potter-Malfoy.

- Oh ! I am too much? Do not tell me you already want to steal my husband. I know he's sexy but you'll see, yours will become so sexy. Anyway, I have an appointment with Cho.

Harry saw Draco's pout intensify and the grown-up Harry sighed before kissing him on his lips and getting ready to go out.

- Glad to have seen you mini me! Oh ! Be careful, Draco has become talkative with time ...

Harry smiled saying goodbye to his older brother. Draco asked him to sit down and handed him a cup of tea.

- So what can I do for you? He asked. You have to tell yourself that you're going to go crazy when you get older, right? Sorry to lower your hopes but you will actually become so. Mini me ... He will fire me this TV from home! And then, I'm not talkative me, I communicate, that's all!

Harry burst out laughing, it was really a strange situation. Find yourself talking about your future with your future husband who is none other than the future of his worst enemy. He even managed to confuse his thoughts. The blonde looked at him strangely, before smiling tenderly.

- You always have the same laugh, it's crazy as a story, really! By the time you arrived in the future, we remembered everything we had forgotten, it was frankly weird. But hey, so I also remembered that stupid love potion story and that, he paid me.