The Aftermath

Chapter 16

Draco woke up furious. It was just after midnight Friday which technically was Saturday and he was again disturbed by fire and couldn't tell if it was a good or bad thing. He just knew he felt like something, or someone needed him and he was in no position to help. He walked out of the room and out of Slytherin house entirely and headed to the room of requirement. He needed to hit something.

As he walked in he was glad to see the room had changed into a gym, specifically a dojo complete with boxing ring. He didn't have anyone to spar with though. Maybe someone would appear. He dressed appropriately and started to kick and punch out his frustrations on a bag. He had just started to work up a good sweat when the door opened. He turned to see Blaise entering the room. Clearly, the room provided people and not just things.

The two of them got in the ring and fought in silence. Draco didn't want to talk. He had an unusual amount of pent-up energy and couldn't sleep again until he released it. After what seemed like forever the two of them were exhausted enough to get out of the ring, sweaty and worn, and relax on the gym floor as they regained normal breathing status.

"Thanks, Blaise."

"I'll take a few bruises for you any day. And stop you from doing something stupid everytime Harry ruffles his hair." Draco chuckled.  He almost said he wasnt that bad but thought better of it.

"Out of all the things that I can control that's the one thing that I can't seem to ignore. I have noticed he doesn't seem to like anyone he flirts with touching it anymore."

"Yeah. That is kind of weird. Almost like he knows his hair belongs to you,"

"Shut up," Draco threw one of his dirty socks at Blaise who laughed  unperturbed by the situation.

"It is my hair. And so is Harry," Draco didn't know why he said it. Or why it sounded so possessive. But he felt if he could get through what he was going through it would make sense. Blaise, he noticed the posessiveness and was trying to decide if he wanted to bring it up or not.

"He isn't though. He isn't anybody's." The look Draco gave him when he said that was almost terrifying. Draco immediately realised what he had done and tried to backpaddle his facial emotions. Blaise wasn't having any of that.

"Don't. Something in you is claiming Harry. Something you can't explain. And it's getting worse. And not just you. Don't you dare tell anyone what I'm about to say next." Draco nodded in agreement. "Dean too. This thing he has or doesn't have with Seamus is eerily similar to your situation. And then there's Seamus and Harry. Seamus gets angry about jokes that he used to just pretend to be mad about before, Harry gets more than annoyed about the hair thing, even though he never cared before. And there are other subtle things. I bet this is why Hermione is always writing in her book."

"True. And while we are speaking of Dean could you do me a favour."

"And that would be?" Blaise raised an eyebrow.

"Bring him here. We need help and I'm sure a little one on one will help him like it helped me. I know what is happening to us is not something we want the wizarding world to know. The only person I've told what I suspect to is Hermione."

"Oh, the ministry is having a field day trying to figure out what she's doing."

"I know. I've seen the papers. That with the headlines of me being teased because of my father and Harry befriending his enemies. The Daily prophet has no shortage of information these days."

"Don't forget all the leaked stories of Harry's sexual escapades. Glad I'm not famous. I don't need any of that out in the public eye."

"I need someone else to talk to besides Hermione, seeing as she is too busy helping us. So,"