What Happened to Draco and Harry? Book 3.

Chapter Nine

This is going to be shorter. I apologize. I don't have a lot of time to write right now, but I wanted to update. Also.
The image is what Draco's hair looks like.

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Draco was bored. No wait, that was an understatement; Draco was dying of boredom. He'd never been kept in a room with nothing to do for so long. Even in Azkaban there was the slightest chance of playing hide and suck hour soul with the dementors. It wasn't the best game, but he was never bored.

With a groan, Draco collapsed onto Harry's bed and buried his face among the pillows. He hoped that Harry was having a better day than he was.
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Harry was not having a much better day. The incident that morning with Hermione and Remus left the former feeling, well Harry honestly had no idea, but she was being huffy and complaining about Remus and it was grating. The later had just stood up as class ended walked out and then into the forest.

Hermione wanted to follow him, positive he was up to something.

"Harry, what if he's a follower of You know who, and he's reporting!" She is exclaimed when Harry blocked the exit to the courtyard and Remus from her.

Harry just shot her a 'are you serious' look. He could already feel a headache coming on.

"Remus has been a close friend of my fathers and mine since before you were even thought of. Why would he, now, decide to follow a bigot who should honesty be pointing the finger at himself and not away?" Harry's tone was patronizing and Hermione picked up on it, immediately becoming defensive and pointing the blame on the only person who couldn't stick up for themselves right now, Draco.

"As he said. Malfoy has been like a son to him, and he isn't disowning him at all, so maybe he joined his little death eater and betrayed your family."

Ron, who was standing to the side and feeling sorry for Harry for existing at this moment, finally moved and started pushing Hermione towards the Great Hall.

"Come on Hermione. No more conspiracy theories about Harry and his loved ones. I'm hungry and I can't really trust you not to disturb the professor when he needed the break from you."

Harry watched Ron drag a very angry Hermione away from him with a sigh of relief. Yes, Ron is now his favorite. With a sad look at the forest and where Remus was probably sitting alone, or banging his head against a tree, Harry sighed an reluctantly followed. He had to grab something to eat for Draco and then he would get out of there.
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Draco looked up from his sulking when the door opened. Harry entered carrying a plate stacked with sandwiches and a pitcher. He couldn't really bring anything extravagant because people would get suspicious. He already got weird looks for picking up a pitcher and ditching.

"Lunch!" Harry cheered setting the plate on the bed next to Draco and the pitcher on the bedside table.

Draco reached over and grabbed a sandwich, took a big bite and then buried himself back into the pillows.
Harry chuckled into his own sandwich, but he understood.

This was not how this year was supposed to go. Moony wasn't supposed to be here and him and Draco weren't supposed to be hiding, in Draco's case, and smuggling food, Harry's.

"I don't have DADA tomorrow so we can leave tomorrow after breakfast. Honestly, after what Hermione did to the professor this morning I don't think that he'll be a breakfast. He might just get it from the kitchens." Harry said, reaching over and running his fingers through Draco's hair.

"Tomorrow will be better." Harry smiled as Draco leaned into his touches practically purring. "I promise."

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Shorter chapter. Not much to do about it. I apologize. I have been having a hectic week. No long note right now. Have a nice day.

And as always

CIAO~