Once a Death Eater...

Chapter 19 - I Want to Know

The next morning was bright. The sun was shining bright for an Autumn day and the owls could be heard gently cooing as they fluttered past the window. The ghostly glow from the previous night had been vanquished and a golden morning light swept through the dorm.

It was peaceful. The kind of peace that people work fifty years for and it was surrounding the two boys, who'd both been through far too much in their short lives.

Harry woke first, eyes slowly opening as he gazed around the room. Eyes rested on a point on the ceiling as he took a long, satisfying breath in, exhaling in a long, tired breath. He dared not move too much as he didn't want to wake Draco too early, he could be a real Prima Donna if he didn't get his beauty sleep.

The thought made Harry smile. Draco. He made him smile. Then he frowned. The worry he saw on Draco's face last night was enough to make Harry vomit, he never wanted to see Draco worry, or frown, or even feel any emotion other than happiness and love.

Harry listened closely to the small breaths being emitted from the silver-blonde lay on his chest, how they rose and fell like the washing of the tide. Does he know he's life itself, Harry quietly wondered. His arm growing numb as Draco slowly rolled, crushing Harry's bicep. Draco could have his arm, he already had his heart.

After moments of waiting, Harry finally got his secret wish, Draco woke up. A small yawn filled the quiet Tuesday morning as Draco's arms stretched out, his joints popping in a melody of cracks. Harry looked down, the grey was almost an addiction at this point. How could he take so much pleasure at just looking at something?

As Harry thought this, those perfect grey portraits met his gaze. They were like the clouds rolling over during deep winter, the kind that held snow and lightning and thunder. Deep and powerful and they were piercing into his own green eyes. A smile stretched across Harry's face, bright teeth showing and Harry could stare at Draco all day.

Draco returned the smile but it wasn't what Harry wanted or excepted. It was small and Harry knew that this was about last night. He could read concern. If concern had a smell, he'd be able to smell it.

"Hey love." Harry spoke first, trying to sound as normal as possible. He hated to see the concern plaguing Draco and definitely didn't want to see any kind of pity for last night. The last thing he wanted or needed was pity.

"Hey." Draco spoke unsure, he suddenly looked very awake. He pulled himself from Harry's chest and slowly slid up the bed so the two boys were sitting up against the headboard slightly.

It was early, they didn't need to be dressed for breakfast for another forty minutes, it gave them the perfect opportunity to cuddle. You know there's no better time to get laid than a Tuesday morning, Harry wanted to joke. It wasn't the time however, as he watched Draco play with his fingers. He knew what was coming and he didn't want to answer these questions.

"Can we talk about last night?" Draco asked slowly. The worry lacing his voice was almost too much for Harry. He'd spill his heart if it meant Draco feeling happy again.

"Sure, if you want." Harry sighed, bringing a hand up to rub his eyes. They were still sleepy, he was still sleepy and maybe he should postpone this talk for later in the day but Draco was already too concerned to pause.

"Will you tell me about those dreams you had?" Draco turned to face Harry further, their bare arms were brushing against one another. The touch was soft and tender, much like the moment they were sharing.

"I'll tell you, what do you want to know?" Harry answered, yet his voice sounded almost robotic, mechanical, emotionless. He didn't want to talk about it but he could never say no to Draco.