Demortia

Chapter11: Peter

The next morning, when Draco awoke, it took him a few seconds to understand that he was in Harry's bed and that Harry was no longer there. He got out of bed, slightly worried and entered the living room. He found Harry, wearing only black trousers, sitting cross-legged on the white carpet he had laid in front of the roaring fire. Draco stayed a few seconds on the doorstep before joining him. He sat down behind him, wrapping his arms around his neck. Harry kissed his left wrist and let himself into his boyfriend's embrace.

Draco closed his eyes as he felt Harry's skin, but the brunette was still staring at the dancing flames in the fireplace. The Slytherin began to lightly kiss him between the neck and the shoulder. Harry sighed happily, despite the discomfort he felt. It was the first time that a person was so huggable with him, especially a man. He stopped Draco's hand from sneaking up on his stomach and trapping it with his fingers. He knew now that he loved Draco but there was still the barrier of homosexuality for him, he had never done that with a man or a girl for that matter. In fact, he had never been close to a girl like he was to Draco.

He moved slowly away from his boyfriend who looked at him anxiously. Harry smiled to show him that everything was fine but Draco was not fooled.

- Is this nightmare still worrying you? he whispered, putting his hand on Harry's.

"It was not a nightmare, Draco, I know it. But I swear to you that nothing will happen to you, I promise you.

Draco lay on the fluffy carpet, his head resting against one of Harry's legs. The brown man timidly ran a hand through Draco's fine hair.

- Harry, nothing will happen to me if you always stay with me ...

A tear rolled over Brown's cheek and was lost in his neck. He knew it was not a dream ... He wanted to understand what it really was and especially, he hoped with all his heart that it was not too late, the dream nurse was not Mrs Pomfrey.

Peter collapsed on the floor as he entered the prefects' bathroom. Fortunately, Francis had given him the password. He wrapped his arms around his legs and began to cry in despair. Why did he have to fall in love with a fool again? He loved her so much, it was hard to live a one-way love. When he started this relationship, he should have guessed it would end like this.

When he had one day found François' album, the one in which only pictures of Potter were enthroned, he should have run away ... Escape and tell everything! But he had been weak, he had come back and gave the idea of ??polynectar to his lover. It was all his fault, if he had not suggested that, maybe Francois would have forgotten Potter, maybe he would have understood that Peter was worth it too.

Why had he closed his eyes when he saw Francis's research on this horrible poison? He had come to know Harry and Draco, and although he was angry at Potter because of his professor's obsessive love for him, he had noticed that the two boys were made for each other. a real love existed between them.

Why was love so often painful?

Could love make a murder excusable? And a complicity of murder?

He could stop all that, he knew he could do it ... He had not managed to penetrate anyone's mind for a long time but it was the only chance. Potter did not like him and he would never agree to believe it, especially when you saw that Boisclair was really a great teacher, kind and sweet. That was the only solution ... he just hoped that Potter was not a stupid idiot and understood all that!

Above all, he had to know what he was going to send. Maybe to show him François stabbing Draco in the back, it was symbolic that! Yes, but it might sound like a normal dream ... He had to show Draco to be poisoned or show him how Malfoy was going to die with poison. He would be able to fit François.