so, after the most awkward hour and a half of harry’s life was over and drao ould remove himself from harry’s person ing in pain, drao wordlessly disappeared into a room, whih harry assumed was the bathroom to, as harry assumed, wash off that hand about a million times. harry himself would have dohi malfoy had beaten him to the bathroom.
so harry resolved to just ig malfoy’s hand had been under his shirt for over an hour, a maki everything he owned was arefully stored in his trunk (whih had arrived at some point unknown to both harry and drao via the house elves). everything was there, and harry made sure that he loked the trunk bef his way to his bed, or what he assumed was his bed by the fat that the pillow ases were a bloody, red olor. very funny, malfoy, he thought in drao’s direti in. this was whehat the sheets (and the blood red pillow ases for that matter) were silk. harry bliwie. a he really didn’t or shouldever message malfoy might ht ryihat was not going to be reeived by him, at least not tonight.
harry was vaguely aware of the water shutting off in the room whih drao had disappeared into, and was even less vaguely aware of drao padding into the room in bk silk pajamas, and was even less aware of the whispered “nox,” whih ast the room into almost omplete dark he ould even wheed to the gloom to the point where he ould wath the steady rise and fall of the other boy’s hest three feet away ould his brai itself dow almost wasn’t fair, his sleepy mind thought. it’s not fair that drao a ease than i am about this. and harry drifted off to sleep before he ould eve he had just thought about drao malfoy using his first ead of his st.
harry was n to enjoy falli night, espeially with the omplete halt of nightmares, whih he wly admit wheh the an of drao’s veriae blood. it was o have dreamless sleep ihought n to him was one of omplete omfort aer so many instao protet himself from the world, it was ed, really proteted. and as harry drifted through this sleepy haze that was his dream world, he felt the silkehe ebony wings whih surrounded him, and there was somethihing too. almost as if someoh him, something that he had never experiened in any form of a dream before (unless you ou’s nightmares as people being ih him). but this person, a male, was unobtrusive, a as alm as the aura of the dreamsape. the two seemed urled up together as if nothing in the world really mattered to them, as if nothing would ever break the serenity of this dream…
that is until harry’s eyes opeo make out in the dim light, sleepy silver eyes that ening, ah drao and harry jumped apart from the embrae in whih they’d beeh idential shrieks.
chapter 12: home is where the heart is…isn’t it?
for a mihere was absolute sileh boys said tws at the same time. “what the hell?” and “what is going on?”
&hen a seond of silene as eah boy waited for the other to repeat what he had said. deidihis was not going to happen, harry spoke.
“do you mind expining what y in my bed, malfoy?”
drao rolled his eyes. “sleeping, what did it look like? and potter, you’d better hek again, beause you were the one who limbed into my bed!”
harry looked over his shhtly to see his bed sitting there as if no o at all duri. damn. turning bak to drao he she hell did i end up in your bed?”
“how should i know?”
“you’re the veriae.” harry replied in a droll tone.
“and so that makes me responsible for every little thing you don’t like?” drao was inredulous. “i doly enjoy the idea of you sleeping iher, potter, but what am i going to do about it? time travel isly ohe veriae powers, you know, so i an’t go bak to st night and stay awake loo kik you out of my bed!”
“but i didn’t rawl ihe first pe,” harry poi. he was absolutely sure that he had fallen asleep in his ow in drao’s.
“whatever.” drao sighed slightly and without another eared ihroom to take a very long shower.
luius sat at the window of one of his rooms, thinking and sipping a up of offee (this time ioo early for wi had been irking him sihat thing about impulses that voldemort had been so happy about. what had it beehing ab right into a trap beause of…those impulses.
ht. and luius remembered. harry had given into the impulses to “save” his godfather, someone who was the losest link to family that harry had…or so the dark lord was of the opinion. but then…if, and it was a big if, if harry’s impulses had stepped in to make him save drao, then drao’s earlier assessment of potter would prove to be i.
and luius smiled thinly over his drihough potter didn’t k, he was slowly falling for drao. one only had to have seeer had radled his son’s body almost protetively to himself as they emerged from the forest to know that…a otter himself did. drao wouldn’t realize his feelihough, and that aused luius thtly. drao had beeh potter ever sine…wh