as the womahe floor, voldemort shook his head sadly. “ohink you would know to listen to me by now, narissa.”
harry jolted aeaeful slumber, not sure of aking so suddenly. the boy beside him shifted and pulled him lai, one iwo of them, the hers &he other feathers that had beehat night. harry frowhe darkhinking. he only ever woke up viole when he had ohose dreams of v someo beause of his bond with drao he ould not see or feel those dreams anymore.
“harry, why are you awake?” drao mumbled against the bak of his head.
“i thi was t someo.”
“so? not your problem. sleep.”
“but i’m as.”
“the only way you’d know that is to experiehe dream.” drao yawned. he’d been pulled from his owhe bond. harry must have beehat en, so why worry about it?”
“but what if it’s—”
“harry, you’d rather dream of voldemort than me? i’m hurt.” drao smirked sleepily.
“i don’t dream of you, you self-e. just s.”
“my art of me, harry. admit it, you dream of me.”
“i’m not saying anything.”
“good, so i an go bak to sleep now.”
&he dark mark burn arieve his death eater robes and mask bef out of the boundaries of hogarate to the side of “his lord”.
“severusss. narissa has spouting ausations towards you.”
&ook ianding, lookihan a little shaken, off to the side of the room. she’d been put under cruio. he ould see the symptoms. “what ausations my lord?”
“she says yer loyal to me, severus. she speaks of young malfoy’s e to potter. what do know about this, severus? did you allow this?”
& v subtly at his miively losed off all memories exept for the o when drao asked him for permissiohe seoime when potter’s beeio tell me who he was going to propose to, my lord. had i known i would io.” he drew up the emotions he remembered from long ag the years wheruly believed i’s ause aowards the surfae of his mind.
& smiled. “i should ed you, severus. you may go, aeodson. make sure he uands the onsequenes of his ations.”
“i will, my lord.”
chapter 38: division
hermione worriedly sa hall oime for the seemingly only missis for breakfast that m. to her ron was not nearly as worried, hatting with seamus a some quiddith reted topi.
“harry and malfoy still aren’t here!” hermione hissed in his ear.
“rex hermirihey’re probably just sleeping in.”
“but the artiles!”
the grin dropped off ro? that’s today!”
hermione nodded.
the redhead groauro his eggs as if to look for soe by doi least they’re putting out a uhen.”
“what?”
&h skippiy.”
hermione rolled her eyes. “that wohem! it will just make it look worse!”
as owls began to swh the rafters of the hall ron smiled wryly. “well, there’s nothing we an do about it now, hermione.”
harry sighed and led his fae deeper into his pillow. illow moaion harry didn’t thi, already drifting bak i when drao sudde, throletely off of where he had been draped over his torso, harry protested.
“shut it harry, we’ve missed breakfast!”
“wha’r you talking…” harry trailed off into a yaing on the old floor wouldn’t be so bad…
& up harry!”