Drarry // Walk In The Moonlight

3. Dazed

When Harry got back to the Common Room he quickly went back to bed. He wondered why Draco was really up. Harry didn't tell Draco the truth about having a nightmare so why would Draco tell him the truth about why he was awake. Harry felt a little sympathetic for the boy. In the contrary of Harry, Draco actually had parents. He followed their dark footsteps. Harry had no one to tell him what to do. Draco did, and in his case they didn't really give him a choice between the two paths.

After tonights talk Harry felt like Draco was an actual a good person who just had bad things happen to. He was just like Harry but also so different. The boy was now wondering what Draco was doing. Perhaps he went back to his Common Room, or he could still be in the Tower.

He couldn't sleep without knowing first so he took the Marauders Map and looked for Draco's name. According to the map he was now making his way to the dungeons. Which was understandable because in a few hours from now, they were both expected to be in the Great Hall for breakfast. Harry started to feel sleepy and fell asleep before he could process this night.

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The raven haired boy woke up the next day, somehow feeling energetic even though he had only slept for 4 hours. He looked at Ron's bed but the tall red haired boy was nowhere to be found. He was probably already in the Common Room talking to Hermione. So he put on his uniform and walked down the stairs into the Common Room.

"Harry!" Ron said. "Where were you last night? I woke up in the middle of the night and saw you weren't in your bed." Harry thought about telling Ron and Hermione about last night but he felt like this wasn't the right time for something like that to be said. Ron was still upset about losing his brother and he thought that if they hadn't turned around to save Draco from the fire, they could've saved Fred instead.

"I was just taking a walk. I couldn't sleep." Harry answered as normal as he could. Hermione gave him a look but then proceeded the previous conversation she was having with Ron before Harry came downstairs.

In the Great Hall everyone was talking, they were either excited or stressed for an upcomming test or subject. Hermione, Ron and Harry were eating and talking about Halloween. It was right around the corner. In a few days the trio would celebrate eight years of friendship. The years had gone by so quickly that it felt like they'd only been with each other for half of said time.

While Ron and Hermione were talking about how they fought that troll in the bathroom, Harry's mind went somewhere else. He looked at the Slytherin table and saw Draco eating a sandwich. He looked sort of relieved. Maybe the talk they had yesterday was the cause. It made Harry even more curious to know why Draco was actually up yesterday.

"Harry you seem very absent today." Hermione remarked. "Did something happen yesterday?" Harry's brain was working at one hundred percent. Should he tell them? This is not the right time, definitely not with everyone else on the table. "No I'm fine. Just thinking." Ron and Hermione exchanged looks but abandoned the subject right after just like earlier that morning. Harry knew they didn't buy his poor excuse and he knew he should tell them rather soon than late. After eating his breakfast Harry took one last glance at Draco and went to his first class.

Transfiguration was an interesting class. During this lesson they were expected to transfigure an owl into a binocular. Harry liked owls, a lot. He could even say he loved them more than any other animal. But he had never thought of buying another one after what happened to Hedwig. She was an amazing owl and no owl could ever replace her.

Professor McGonagall walked around and gave students some instructions. She came by Harry's seat and looked at him for a second. Then she just slowly walked past him after smiling at him. Professor McGonagall was probably his favorite professor. She was considerably like a mother figure for Harry. She wasn't like Molly, no not really. Harry just had great respect for her, and vice-versa.

The remainder of the day was mainly following classes, just like any other schoolday. They now had a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, again. He was an okay person. His teaching skills were way better than Umbridge's but not quite as good as those of Lupin.

Soon it was evening and the trio was sitting by the fireplace. Hermione was making her homework as by usual and Ron and Harry were just joking and talking. "Have you guys already made Professor Slughorn's homework? You should start on time because it's a whole lot." Hermione advised the boys.

Ron and Harry gave each other a look. Ron smirked and proceeded to talk: "We haven't started yet. What is it about?" Ron asked suspiciously. Hermione sighed and put down her quill for a second. "It's about various potions, Ron." Harry was about to interrupt but Hermione saw it coming and said: "No I will not make it for you guys. How are you ever going to be good wizards if you never make your homework yourself." Ron laughed and caressed Hermione's hand.

"Well this must've escaped your notice sweet Hermione, but I literally killed Voldemort. I am The Boy Who Lived." Harry said jokingly. "I already am a good wizard, and so are you and Ron." He added. Hermione smiled at him and stood up. "Oooh you're The Boy Who Lived! Could I have your autograph." The trio laughed and after talking a little bit more they all went to bed.

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Harry was tired from today. Nonetheless he wondered if Draco would go back to the Tower tonight. Harry couldn't go there now, even if Draco would be there. Ron was definitely not asleep yet and Harry didn't want to find an excuse as to why he was going out again. He was tired anyway so he decided it was better to catch some sleep. Otherwise the schoolyear would be dreadful. Walking around with four hours of sleep wasn't quite what he had in mind when he decided to go back to Hogwarts for an eighth year. So he put his glasses on his bedside table and fell asleep pretty soon after.