Unbelievable (Draco x Harry)

Unlikely Comfort

Draco woke feeling him shoulder being gently shaken but a warm hand. He slowly opened his tired eyes to see none other than Harry waking him. He blushed gently and got up "What do you want Potter?" he asked sounding tired and disgusted.

"Draco what are you doing here and why were you sleeping like that with my head in your lap??" Harry asked confused and wary. He considered Draco a dangerous enemy due to his previous 'tricks'.

Draco looked away and scoffed rolling his eyes. He felt himself blush ever so slightly "whatever Potter" he got up, avoiding the question "Do you feel better or not??"

Harry was cautious "A bit..." he said not telling Draco he actually had a major headache nor telling him about the nightmare he had experienced.

"Good, go back to class, its the last period of the day" Draco said and left the room rather hastily. He made his way to his dorm and took a deep breath. He hit his head on the wall repeatedly "Stupid, Stupid, Stupid..." he did this for about an hour, until he felt his forehead grow numb.

Draco then changed into more casual clothes and left the dorm, deciding to do a little shopping and hoping it might make him feel better. He walked out of the Slytherin Commons and out the main doors of Hogwarts. He made his way to a small shopping town on the island.

"Harry, What are you going to buy him for Christmas?" Hermonie asked. Draco looked over and saw Harry, his eye twitched and he quickly ran into the nearest shop not wanting to be seen. He let out a sigh of relief once he knew he was safe. He looked around the shop he had ran into and tensed. he scoffed "Great, a fortune teller."

"Watch your tongue Malfoy" and old lady called from the back of the shop. Draco hadn't seen her, he pondered how she knew who he was. He slowly made his way back, passed the beads hanging in the doorway. He was greeted by a large circular table with a crystal ball the size of his head sitting in the middle. The table was dark oak with a strip of red fabric with purple edges in the middle of the table. It was dark with crimson walls and a hard dark oak floor much like the table in color. The woman sitting at the table, facing him, was old and wise looking with silver hair and nearly closed eyes. She was wearing a turquoise and dark blue robe that stood out in the dark room.

"Sit down" the seemingly wise woman commanded. Draco did as he was told, wary and cautious. He laid his arms on the armrests and the chair slowly moved, adjusting to make him comfortable. He was slightly alarmed by this but let the chair do it's work.

The woman noticed his unease "relax boy, you will not be harmed here" she said. She seemed relaxed and unthreatened by the boys' uneasiness.

Draco tensed more "How do you know who I am? What is this place?" He asked

"I am a witch much older than even Hogwarts itself. I have been here for many many years and I have learned to study people. You are a mischievous one Mr. Malfoy. You've gotten into much trouble. I will tell you, the boy you hold so dearly is indeed afraid of you and your antics and if you don't change your ways, his perspective of you wont change either." The old woman said with her clouded eyes and clear judgement.

Draco's lips slowly curled into a snarl "and who says I enjoy Potter's company?" he pretended not to be slightly afraid of the old woman who seemingly knew everything there was to know.

"Do not take me for a fool Malfoy. I have seen how you are different around Mr. Potter and I have heard your thoughts describe him quite.....delicately" she said with her dry lips curling into a soft smirk of victory. "but worry not young Malfoy, you can change, you can become someone that this chosen boy wants. I will confirm for you that this boy is indeed into both men and women, but I assure you he is not interested in mischievous boys. You must change and become a better person in your own way." she said with a soft but harsh tone.

Draco looked down, seemingly studying the quality of each thread in the fabric on the table. He knew she was right, that he had to change if he ever wanted to win Harry's heart, but to what degree? Truly, this woman's words provided an unlikely comfort.