I Understand

Sleep

Without a word, both boys made their way back to the Hospital Wing.

Draco had grown tried suddenly. He was glad Harry hadn't said anything. Draco didn't really want to tell Harry what had happened.

Purely because he was afraid of what would happen if he opened his mouth.

As they silently walked down a dark corridor, Harry check the Map. He saw nothing and they reached the Hospital.

It was a quarter past one. Draco hadn't felt like they had been out for and hour and some odd minuets, but he had zoned out a couple of times.

He silently walked to his bed and placed the sketch pad on a side table next to him.

Harry stood behind him, not knowing what to do. Draco didn't really know either. 

What could you say to someone who had seen you so vulnerable? Draco hadn't brought himself to look Harry in his eyes after he had hugged him.

He didn't want to see Harry's eyes and the emotion they held.

Draco sighed and ran his hand through his hair. He caught sight of his flowers. They were a green teal colour. He had read that green meant awkward, and teal meant tired.

Even the flowers were somewhere in between emotions.

Harry spoke in a soft voice behind him after a while. "Goodnight, Draco."

Draco turned around and looked into Harry's emerald eyes, then said, with a shaky voice, two words. They had so much meaning. The held so much weight. They were heavy on his tongue. They felt like molasses as he said them. But he meant them. Both of them. "Thank you."

Harry smiled a small, understanding smile. "Thank you too." Then he turned around, threw the Cloak on over him, and disappeared from Draco's sight.

Draco said down. Why had Harry thanked him? What had Draco done for him? All Draco had done was be a burden. A fragile object. A waste of time. 

But maybe, just like it was with himself, Harry felt better with someone who understood.

Someone who knew exactly what he was going through.

Draco and Harry weren't so different.

Draco laid back and starred at the ceiling. There were so many things that he wanted to ask Harry. So many questions running through his head. Still his eye lids grew heavy.

Eventually, his flowers shifted from the light green of curiosity to the dark blue of sleep.

Draco shifted into a dream.

It was bright. Flowers bloomed and grew and wilted right in front of his eyes.

The sun was above him, never moving. Tall grasses blew in a soft breeze that fluttered through his hair like fingers.

Someone was humming a song he had never heard before. It was sweet, and soft, and filled Draco with peace.

The person humming was siting behind him to his right. 

But he didn't look to see who it was. The dream knew, so he had no reason too.

And they sat there, Draco and the person he didn't know, for what felt like hours. They sat in peace. A calm Draco hadn't felt in a while. 

He watched flowers span through their lives in a matter of seconds, but that was normal. Lives go by so quickly. But that was life. 

Then, the breeze that had felt like fingers running through his hair had turned into someone actually playing with it.

It was the person he was with. They were playing with his hair. Draco let them. 

They were still humming the unknown song, and they were now directly behind Draco.

Draco had never let any one mess with his hair. But he trusted this unknown person more than he had trusted anyone he had ever known. He had even stopped allowing his mother to touch his hair.

Draco closed his eyes and listened to the humming. The voice felt familiar, yet still so unknown. 

But, as long as they were humming, Draco didn't care who it was. Nothing mattered at that moment. Everything was peaceful. He was calm.

Everything was perfect.

Until Madam Pomfrey woke him up. She had gently shook him awake and let him go. 

It was about a hour before breakfast, so Draco headed down to the 8th year dormitories.

When he stepped inside, he saw Harry. He had half a mind to walk over there, but Harry wasn't alone. Weasley was with him.

He gave Harry a small nod and walked past him. Harry had looked eyes with him briefly, but then turned back to Weasley, who was rambling something about classes.

Draco stepped into his dorm as Theodore Nott was leaving. Blaise was still in bed, but looked awake.

"Where were you last night?" Blaise asked tiredly. Blaise was one of the few people who were still civil with him, though he wouldn't really call him a friend anymore.

"Ask your mother." Draco responded. He didn't want to tell Blaise anything.

"She wouldn't stoop so low as to be with a blonde." He retorted and got up. They spoke no more, and Draco left before Blaise, only to run into Pansy.

"Morning. Blaise still in there?" She asked polity. The only other person besides Harry and Blaise that treated him civilly was Pansy. She had given Draco space, and hadn't pushed, and he appreciated that. Maybe they were kind of friends still, maybe.

"Yes. He's half dressed. Just don't use my bed." He called after her as she went in. They weren't really together last time he checked, but he still liked to tease them.

"No promises." She said as she closed the door behind herself. 

Draco rolled his eyes, Pansy always just played along with his jokes, knowing he'd always win any retort contest she started. 

This morning almost felt good. Like things were getting back to normal.

In fact he had almost went to the Great Hall for breakfast. But he decided that other people may not be so kind to him as to speak with him.

So he walked off the the kitchens and greeted the elves. He had learned a few of their names over the week.

They welcomed him joyfully. They liked him. Even though he came everyday, they still were just as joyed when he came.

Then he heard the door open and his heart started to race. Who was there? What were they doing here? 

But he turned and saw Harry. He couldn't help but smile. "Following me?" He teased. The elves had surrounded Harry. They had two guests, what a lovely morning,

"No need when I can find you easily enough on the Map." He said walking over to Draco. "You know, Hermione isn't allowed in the kitchens anymore. She started to try to talk to the elves about freedom, and they kicked her out. She even when as far as place hats and scarves around the Gryffindor common room. Then the elves stopped cleaning our dorms. Only one did, I believe you knew Dobby." Harry said returning Draco's small smile. He looked as if he was about tell Draco a story.

That was fine with Draco, he liked when Harry talked.

When Harry talked, Draco was reminded of the humming from his dream.

Draco was going to like this year.

One POV is the new norm, sorry about that. I just need to start writing earlier in the day.

Stay safe Darlings.