Harry Potter and The White Queen (BP3)
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Sleeping Dragon
Chapter Number/Total: 19/49
Chapter Title: Sleeping Dragon
Words: 2901 Words
Harry mostly walked to the dining room in the mornings - it had become like the kitchen at Grimmauld. Apparation was good for when you were in a hurry or feeling lazy, but Harry still wasn't fond of that unpleasant pressure. He was still in pyjamas, well, actually, he had pulled pyjama bottoms on after getting out of bed, because he mostly slept nude nowadays.
"Morning," he said once he'd entered the room and sat down at the table.
Hermione was reading the paper while Ron ate breakfast.
"Morning," she said absently.
Ron simply nodded, his mouth full.
"Anything in the Prophet?" Harry asked, reaching over and making himself a cup of tea.
"Hmm?" asked Hermione. "Oh, no, not really. Well, there was a Muggle killing last night. No connections to wizards at all. Just for sport." Her voice was quiet.
Harry frowned and shook his head angrily. "Mad, all of them," he said.
Hermione sighed and they were all quiet for a moment. "Oh, where's Draco?" she asked, looking around.
"He's in the shower," said Harry, shaking his head a little to clear it of the thoughts of hooded figures and innocent people being tortured to death. Hermione's question reminded him of why he wasn't in the shower with Draco. "I didn't get to tell you yesterday with Draco around, but when we went to that jewelry shop, the man there said they could make him a new hand." He smiled.
Hermione's face lit up. "Oh, Harry that's wonderful!" she said. "How are they going to do it?"
"Well, they needed the measurements of his arm. I had those from Madam Malkin's, but the man also told me that I should get an impression of his right arm so that they could make the new one as close as possible to his missing one."
"How are you going to do that?" asked Ron. "You going to tell him?"
Harry shook his head quickly. "No, I don't want him to know anything. I was thinking about doing it while he's sleeping."
Ron snorted. "I don't know about you, but I'd wake up with someone trying to take an impression of my arm."
Harry rolled his eyes. "I know that. I was thinking I could slip him a Sleeping Potion or something."
Ron shrugged and nodded appreciatively. "I suppose that would work," he said.
Hermione made a small noise of uncertainty. "I'm not so sure it would," she said slowly.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Why?" he asked.
"Well, he can sense magic, can't he?" she asked.
Harry nodded. "Yes. Are you telling me a Sleeping Potion won't knock him out?"
"Well, I'm sure it would, but I don't think it would keep him asleep. He would probably wake up when you tried to take the impression. And he might see it before he drinks it."
Harry huffed. "Well, how else am I supposed to do it?"
"Stun him?" suggested Ron.
Hermione shook her head. "He might wake up through any spells like that, too. Unless it was a really strong one ... but that could hurt him and Harry doesn't want that."
"No, I don't want that," said Harry with a sigh. They were all silent again for a moment.
"Well," Hermione began slowly, "I don't think anything magical would work, because he can feel that sort of thing ... but maybe something Muggle?"
Ron raised his eyebrows. "Muggles have things to make people sleep?"
"Sure," said Hermione. "They have lots of things. Drugs to take pain away, to make you feel better, some to cure different illnesses, some to make you sleep."
"Oh, I know all about those 'drugs'," said Ron. "Fred and George had something once that was a 'Muggle drug' they said. They went mad. Got it from some girl in the village by my place."
"Well, it's not that type of drug," said Hermione.
"So, what do you suggest?" asked Harry, one eyebrow raised.
"Well, I was thinking sleeping pills would probably work. They're not magical, so he wouldn't sense it and wake up. They would simply put him to sleep."
"Problem," said Harry. "We don't have any sleeping pills."
"Well, I'd have to send a letter to my mum," said Hermione simply. "She would send them to me."
"Your mum just sends you sleeping pills whenever you ask for them?" Harry asked, looking a little uncertain.
"I used to have to take them when exams came. I couldn't sleep then at all because I'd just get up and try to study more, and without a good night's sleep, I certainly would have failed!"
Ron and Harry were both silent and staring for a moment.
"Barking," Ron mumbled, shaking his head.
Hermione narrowed her eyes at him.
"Well, get them, I suppose," said Harry. "If you think they would work. I want the arm done before the wedding."
Hermione nodded. "I'll send a letter to mum today."
Harry smiled and nodded, taking a sip of tea and reaching for the paper that Hermione was finished with.
It was a few moments before Ron looked at Hermione strangely. "It's not exam time," he said slowly. "Hermione, where do your parents think you are?" said Ron.
Hermione sighed and looked up at him. "I had to tell them that I was going back to Hogwarts," she said. "They would worry too much if I told them the truth."
"So your parents think you're at school?" Harry asked, looking at Hermione with a frown on his face. "They don't even know you could be hurt or - or something else?"
"By your side, Harry, remember?" said Hermione, placing a hand on his arm.
Harry sighed. "I know," he said quietly.
***
Harry was sitting, drumming his fingers on the table, having just finished his dinner. The sleeping pills had come from Mrs. Granger a few hours ago and he was now simply waiting to give them to Draco. He looked at Draco now, sitting next to him. He knew a house-elf would be in at any moment to give them their hot cocoa and he already knew how he was going to slip the pills in.
Draco leaned back on the sofa, closing his eyes, and sighed. "Who knew getting married would be so much work?" he asked the ceiling.
"Indeed," said Harry. He smiled. "But it's worth it."
Hermione smiled at him from across the room.
Draco snorted but smiled at the same time.
Leakey popped into the room, holding a tray with hot cocoas.
Harry tried to keep anything from showing on his face as the elf appeared, and he gripped the pills in his pocket.
Draco reached for his cocoa. He blew on it for a minute and then tested it with his tongue. Still a bit warm, he decided, and set it on the low table.
Harry noticed Ron staring at the cup of cocoa rather obviously and shot him a quick look.
"When do we have to get fitted for our dress robes?" asked Hermione. "Did Fleur say?"
Harry shrugged. "No, but probably not until a while. Ginny has to be fitted too and they'll probably only give her a few days off school." He still clutched the pills, his palm slightly sweaty around them.
Draco picked up his cocoa and sipped it again, smiling. It was just right. He leaned back with it, long white fingers wrapped around the cup, enjoying the warmth.
Harry sighed quietly, sipping his own cocoa and leaning back like Draco, scooting a little closer to him.
"You three are unnaturally quiet tonight," Draco observed, putting an arm around Harry's shoulders and drawing him closer.
Harry was glad Draco couldn't see his face; he was sure he looked suspicious.
"Just thinking about that attack yesterday, I suppose," Hermione lied seamlessly. "There was another today, but they can't tell if it was Death Eaters or not. I heard it on the wireless."
"It will get much worse," Draco said quietly. He leaned his cheek against Harry's head, enjoying his scent and the feel of his hair.
Harry nodded, pulling away from Draco for a quick second to put his own cocoa on the table and then getting even closer than he had been before. He smiled and kissed Draco's cheek and then the skin at his jaw bone, nipping at it a little.
Draco's head fell back again, humming happily and giving Harry more access to his jaw and neck.
Harry had known this would work, but he did feel a little relief that Draco was doing what he wanted him to. He licked a little bit at his neck and then back up to his jaw before using one hand to turn Draco's face to his and kiss him, lightly at first.
Draco kissed Harry back, his mouth opening and his breathing a little faster. Harry didn't usually do this so much in front of the others, but Draco didn't care.
Harry couldn't help but smile against Draco's mouth as he slipped his tongue inside, hand on the side of Draco's face, stroking the skin there gently. A little more of this and Draco would have complete attention on him, and Harry would be able to give him the pills without him noticing.
Draco lost himself in Harry's kiss and touch, his eyes closed. He sucked at Harry's tongue.
Harry moaned very quietly and felt a bit sad that they wouldn't be able to go up and fuck after this, but then he imagined how happy Draco would be with the new hand and he took the pills out of his pocket. The hand holding the pills very much looked like it was simply going to grab Draco's shirt and he passed it over Draco's cup of cocoa and dropped them in. He rested his now empty hand against Draco's side, trying to slow him down a bit now so that he wouldn't forget about his drink altogether.
Draco sighed when Harry pushed him back. "Tease," he accused, but grinned wickedly at him.
Harry nearly laughed, but settled with a grin of his own. "Later," he promised. Much later, he thought.
Draco snorted, but sipped his cocoa again. "So, what is on our agenda for tonight then?" he asked the Gryffindors.
"Well, how about that information Snape gave you?" said Ron. "Do you guys really think that's what it is?"
"I don't see any reason why it couldn't be," said Harry. "Like we've said, it seems likely."
Taking another sip of cocoa, Draco nodded. "It certainly is worth investigating, but we shouldn't stop looking at other possibilities."
"No, we shouldn't," Hermione agreed. "And who knows if that snake is a Horcrux. We should make sure we've done everything possible before getting anywhere near Voldemort."
Harry nodded. "I want it to happen soon. I want that bastard gone."
"Too right, mate," said Ron. "Cheers."
Draco could tell these three were up to something, but he couldn't exactly place it. Ron usually made some kind of noise when Harry kissed him. Now he sounded a bit too enthusiastic. Draco took a big sip of his cocoa and considered whether or not he should be worried.
Harry sighed and leaned back again, trying to keep himself from looking at the cup in Draco's hands. He reached up and began playing with the hair around Draco's face that he still couldn't pull back all the way.
"For a lighter subject," said Hermione, " have you two thought about where you're going to live after everything with Voldemort is finished? Here I assume?"
"We talked a little about it," said Harry.
"Well," Draco drawled, narrowing his eyes at Hermione's quick change in discussion, "we do own several places."
Hermione nodded.
"We talked about you guys living with us if we stayed here," said Harry. "It's certainly big enough. Would you want to?"
Ron's eyes grew wide. "And have a Quidditch pitch? Hell yes!"
Harry snorted.
Draco smiled. "There is also a townhouse in London and a villa in France." He yawned, finding himself suddenly much more tired. He sipped again at his cocoa.
"I didn't even know about those," said Harry, noting the yawn.
"Maybe we should go to bed," Draco said, trying to stifle another yawn.
"Sleepy?" Harry asked, pulling Draco lightly into his arms.
"A bit," Draco conceded, really not wanting to miss out on that promised fuck.
Harry grinned and couldn't resist whispering into Draco's ear, "Would you be sleepier after you fucked me?"
"Yes," Draco whispered, thinking he would be happy whether it made him sleepy or not.
Harry smiled again. Normally, he would have already Apparated them to their bed, but he needed Hermione's help getting the impression and so he had to keep Draco there. He didn't make any moves to get to his feet, just continued to hold Draco, stroking his back now in comforting circles.
Draco drank a last sip of his cocoa and set it aside. "So, shall we?" he asked Harry, frowning when the room seem to be spinning a bit.
"Yeah, just hold on one sec," he said. "Hermione, I really think - if you're going to stay up - that you should try and find some things about that brooch or just Rowena Ravenclaw in general, yeah?"
"Oh, definitely," said Hermione. "What are you guys doing tomorrow? I was thinking we should get to the books again."
"Harry?" Draco asked, looking confused, "something ...." He shook his head, feeling increasingly confused and tired. He reached a hand out for Harry to steady himself. Even though he was seated, he felt like he was falling.
Harry, Ron and Hermione all looked at Draco. Harry had a sudden urge to ask Hermione if the pills were supposed to do that to him, but he kept his mouth shut about that. "What is it?" he asked, just waiting for Draco to fall asleep.
Draco grasped Harry's shirt and pulled himself against his chest, curling into his body and fell asleep.
Ron craned his neck to look at Draco. "I think he's out," he stage-whispered.
Hermione nodded. "So do I," she said.
"Were they supposed to do that?" Harry asked, pressed into the couch.
"Of course," said Hermione. "They're called sleeping pills. Let's get the impression, shall we?"
Harry nodded and scooted and gently moved from Draco's grasp, turning him over to better reach his arm.
"What exactly do you have to do?" he asked.
"It's pretty simple if you know how to do it," said Hermione. "Muggles would need plaster and all of that, but all we need is some parchment and a wand."
Harry shrugged and raised an eyebrow.
"Hand me those two big pieces of parchment in my bag, Ron," Hermione said, getting to her feet and coming to stand beside Draco and Harry. "Hold his arm out and keep it steady so that we do this correctly," she told Harry, pulling her wand out.
Harry took Draco's right arm and held it out like Hermione had said.
"Here," said Ron, coming over to the other three and holding out the parchment he had retrieved.
Hermione took one sheet from him and got to her knees to reach Draco better. She placed the parchment underneath Draco's arm and hand and covered the whole bottom of it, pulling up on it. "Cover the top of his arm with the other sheet and make sure it's over him firmly," she told Ron.
Ron got to his knees beside her and placed his parchment tightly over the top of Draco's hand and arm.
"Use your other hand to help me hold this, Harry, so I can do the spell," Hermione said, and Harry did, trying to hold the side of the parchment that Hermione had let go to hold her wand out.
She muttered an incantation and did a small twirly motion with her wand and the parchment began to form to Draco's arm, making what looked almost like a glove. When the paper stopped moving and closing around the flesh, Hermione lowered her wand and nodded.
"All right," she said. "It's done."
Harry pulled his hand away from the suddenly hardened parchment, and Hermione reached forward and slid the two pieces off of Draco and held them up to show two perfect impressions of the top and underside of the arm.
"All that trouble and it took five seconds to get the impression?" said Harry.
"He would have noticed that spell had he been awake," Hermione said. "Be glad that we didn't need to use plaster. What do you want me to do with these?"
"I don't want Draco to find it. Put it up in your room for now and I'll send it off tomorrow," said Harry.
"Want me to send it now?"
"Yeah, actually, that'd be great," said Harry, lying back on the couch and pulling Draco up with him to rest against his chest.
"You sleeping down here?"
"Nah, I'll just take a nap and bring him up to bed later if he's still not awake," said Harry.
"Harry, those pills will probably last quite a while," said Hermione.
Harry shrugged, not really feeling like moving.
"Well, all right. I guess I'll go send these and go to bed then. Night, Harry," said Hermione, making for the door.
"Night, mate," said Ron, following her.
"Night!" Harry called to both of them, pulling Draco closer against him as he relaxed into his heat and the couch.
Chapter Title: Sleeping Dragon
Words: 2901 Words
Harry mostly walked to the dining room in the mornings - it had become like the kitchen at Grimmauld. Apparation was good for when you were in a hurry or feeling lazy, but Harry still wasn't fond of that unpleasant pressure. He was still in pyjamas, well, actually, he had pulled pyjama bottoms on after getting out of bed, because he mostly slept nude nowadays.
"Morning," he said once he'd entered the room and sat down at the table.
Hermione was reading the paper while Ron ate breakfast.
"Morning," she said absently.
Ron simply nodded, his mouth full.
"Anything in the Prophet?" Harry asked, reaching over and making himself a cup of tea.
"Hmm?" asked Hermione. "Oh, no, not really. Well, there was a Muggle killing last night. No connections to wizards at all. Just for sport." Her voice was quiet.
Harry frowned and shook his head angrily. "Mad, all of them," he said.
Hermione sighed and they were all quiet for a moment. "Oh, where's Draco?" she asked, looking around.
"He's in the shower," said Harry, shaking his head a little to clear it of the thoughts of hooded figures and innocent people being tortured to death. Hermione's question reminded him of why he wasn't in the shower with Draco. "I didn't get to tell you yesterday with Draco around, but when we went to that jewelry shop, the man there said they could make him a new hand." He smiled.
Hermione's face lit up. "Oh, Harry that's wonderful!" she said. "How are they going to do it?"
"Well, they needed the measurements of his arm. I had those from Madam Malkin's, but the man also told me that I should get an impression of his right arm so that they could make the new one as close as possible to his missing one."
"How are you going to do that?" asked Ron. "You going to tell him?"
Harry shook his head quickly. "No, I don't want him to know anything. I was thinking about doing it while he's sleeping."
Ron snorted. "I don't know about you, but I'd wake up with someone trying to take an impression of my arm."
Harry rolled his eyes. "I know that. I was thinking I could slip him a Sleeping Potion or something."
Ron shrugged and nodded appreciatively. "I suppose that would work," he said.
Hermione made a small noise of uncertainty. "I'm not so sure it would," she said slowly.
Harry raised an eyebrow. "Why?" he asked.
"Well, he can sense magic, can't he?" she asked.
Harry nodded. "Yes. Are you telling me a Sleeping Potion won't knock him out?"
"Well, I'm sure it would, but I don't think it would keep him asleep. He would probably wake up when you tried to take the impression. And he might see it before he drinks it."
Harry huffed. "Well, how else am I supposed to do it?"
"Stun him?" suggested Ron.
Hermione shook her head. "He might wake up through any spells like that, too. Unless it was a really strong one ... but that could hurt him and Harry doesn't want that."
"No, I don't want that," said Harry with a sigh. They were all silent again for a moment.
"Well," Hermione began slowly, "I don't think anything magical would work, because he can feel that sort of thing ... but maybe something Muggle?"
Ron raised his eyebrows. "Muggles have things to make people sleep?"
"Sure," said Hermione. "They have lots of things. Drugs to take pain away, to make you feel better, some to cure different illnesses, some to make you sleep."
"Oh, I know all about those 'drugs'," said Ron. "Fred and George had something once that was a 'Muggle drug' they said. They went mad. Got it from some girl in the village by my place."
"Well, it's not that type of drug," said Hermione.
"So, what do you suggest?" asked Harry, one eyebrow raised.
"Well, I was thinking sleeping pills would probably work. They're not magical, so he wouldn't sense it and wake up. They would simply put him to sleep."
"Problem," said Harry. "We don't have any sleeping pills."
"Well, I'd have to send a letter to my mum," said Hermione simply. "She would send them to me."
"Your mum just sends you sleeping pills whenever you ask for them?" Harry asked, looking a little uncertain.
"I used to have to take them when exams came. I couldn't sleep then at all because I'd just get up and try to study more, and without a good night's sleep, I certainly would have failed!"
Ron and Harry were both silent and staring for a moment.
"Barking," Ron mumbled, shaking his head.
Hermione narrowed her eyes at him.
"Well, get them, I suppose," said Harry. "If you think they would work. I want the arm done before the wedding."
Hermione nodded. "I'll send a letter to mum today."
Harry smiled and nodded, taking a sip of tea and reaching for the paper that Hermione was finished with.
It was a few moments before Ron looked at Hermione strangely. "It's not exam time," he said slowly. "Hermione, where do your parents think you are?" said Ron.
Hermione sighed and looked up at him. "I had to tell them that I was going back to Hogwarts," she said. "They would worry too much if I told them the truth."
"So your parents think you're at school?" Harry asked, looking at Hermione with a frown on his face. "They don't even know you could be hurt or - or something else?"
"By your side, Harry, remember?" said Hermione, placing a hand on his arm.
Harry sighed. "I know," he said quietly.
***
Harry was sitting, drumming his fingers on the table, having just finished his dinner. The sleeping pills had come from Mrs. Granger a few hours ago and he was now simply waiting to give them to Draco. He looked at Draco now, sitting next to him. He knew a house-elf would be in at any moment to give them their hot cocoa and he already knew how he was going to slip the pills in.
Draco leaned back on the sofa, closing his eyes, and sighed. "Who knew getting married would be so much work?" he asked the ceiling.
"Indeed," said Harry. He smiled. "But it's worth it."
Hermione smiled at him from across the room.
Draco snorted but smiled at the same time.
Leakey popped into the room, holding a tray with hot cocoas.
Harry tried to keep anything from showing on his face as the elf appeared, and he gripped the pills in his pocket.
Draco reached for his cocoa. He blew on it for a minute and then tested it with his tongue. Still a bit warm, he decided, and set it on the low table.
Harry noticed Ron staring at the cup of cocoa rather obviously and shot him a quick look.
"When do we have to get fitted for our dress robes?" asked Hermione. "Did Fleur say?"
Harry shrugged. "No, but probably not until a while. Ginny has to be fitted too and they'll probably only give her a few days off school." He still clutched the pills, his palm slightly sweaty around them.
Draco picked up his cocoa and sipped it again, smiling. It was just right. He leaned back with it, long white fingers wrapped around the cup, enjoying the warmth.
Harry sighed quietly, sipping his own cocoa and leaning back like Draco, scooting a little closer to him.
"You three are unnaturally quiet tonight," Draco observed, putting an arm around Harry's shoulders and drawing him closer.
Harry was glad Draco couldn't see his face; he was sure he looked suspicious.
"Just thinking about that attack yesterday, I suppose," Hermione lied seamlessly. "There was another today, but they can't tell if it was Death Eaters or not. I heard it on the wireless."
"It will get much worse," Draco said quietly. He leaned his cheek against Harry's head, enjoying his scent and the feel of his hair.
Harry nodded, pulling away from Draco for a quick second to put his own cocoa on the table and then getting even closer than he had been before. He smiled and kissed Draco's cheek and then the skin at his jaw bone, nipping at it a little.
Draco's head fell back again, humming happily and giving Harry more access to his jaw and neck.
Harry had known this would work, but he did feel a little relief that Draco was doing what he wanted him to. He licked a little bit at his neck and then back up to his jaw before using one hand to turn Draco's face to his and kiss him, lightly at first.
Draco kissed Harry back, his mouth opening and his breathing a little faster. Harry didn't usually do this so much in front of the others, but Draco didn't care.
Harry couldn't help but smile against Draco's mouth as he slipped his tongue inside, hand on the side of Draco's face, stroking the skin there gently. A little more of this and Draco would have complete attention on him, and Harry would be able to give him the pills without him noticing.
Draco lost himself in Harry's kiss and touch, his eyes closed. He sucked at Harry's tongue.
Harry moaned very quietly and felt a bit sad that they wouldn't be able to go up and fuck after this, but then he imagined how happy Draco would be with the new hand and he took the pills out of his pocket. The hand holding the pills very much looked like it was simply going to grab Draco's shirt and he passed it over Draco's cup of cocoa and dropped them in. He rested his now empty hand against Draco's side, trying to slow him down a bit now so that he wouldn't forget about his drink altogether.
Draco sighed when Harry pushed him back. "Tease," he accused, but grinned wickedly at him.
Harry nearly laughed, but settled with a grin of his own. "Later," he promised. Much later, he thought.
Draco snorted, but sipped his cocoa again. "So, what is on our agenda for tonight then?" he asked the Gryffindors.
"Well, how about that information Snape gave you?" said Ron. "Do you guys really think that's what it is?"
"I don't see any reason why it couldn't be," said Harry. "Like we've said, it seems likely."
Taking another sip of cocoa, Draco nodded. "It certainly is worth investigating, but we shouldn't stop looking at other possibilities."
"No, we shouldn't," Hermione agreed. "And who knows if that snake is a Horcrux. We should make sure we've done everything possible before getting anywhere near Voldemort."
Harry nodded. "I want it to happen soon. I want that bastard gone."
"Too right, mate," said Ron. "Cheers."
Draco could tell these three were up to something, but he couldn't exactly place it. Ron usually made some kind of noise when Harry kissed him. Now he sounded a bit too enthusiastic. Draco took a big sip of his cocoa and considered whether or not he should be worried.
Harry sighed and leaned back again, trying to keep himself from looking at the cup in Draco's hands. He reached up and began playing with the hair around Draco's face that he still couldn't pull back all the way.
"For a lighter subject," said Hermione, " have you two thought about where you're going to live after everything with Voldemort is finished? Here I assume?"
"We talked a little about it," said Harry.
"Well," Draco drawled, narrowing his eyes at Hermione's quick change in discussion, "we do own several places."
Hermione nodded.
"We talked about you guys living with us if we stayed here," said Harry. "It's certainly big enough. Would you want to?"
Ron's eyes grew wide. "And have a Quidditch pitch? Hell yes!"
Harry snorted.
Draco smiled. "There is also a townhouse in London and a villa in France." He yawned, finding himself suddenly much more tired. He sipped again at his cocoa.
"I didn't even know about those," said Harry, noting the yawn.
"Maybe we should go to bed," Draco said, trying to stifle another yawn.
"Sleepy?" Harry asked, pulling Draco lightly into his arms.
"A bit," Draco conceded, really not wanting to miss out on that promised fuck.
Harry grinned and couldn't resist whispering into Draco's ear, "Would you be sleepier after you fucked me?"
"Yes," Draco whispered, thinking he would be happy whether it made him sleepy or not.
Harry smiled again. Normally, he would have already Apparated them to their bed, but he needed Hermione's help getting the impression and so he had to keep Draco there. He didn't make any moves to get to his feet, just continued to hold Draco, stroking his back now in comforting circles.
Draco drank a last sip of his cocoa and set it aside. "So, shall we?" he asked Harry, frowning when the room seem to be spinning a bit.
"Yeah, just hold on one sec," he said. "Hermione, I really think - if you're going to stay up - that you should try and find some things about that brooch or just Rowena Ravenclaw in general, yeah?"
"Oh, definitely," said Hermione. "What are you guys doing tomorrow? I was thinking we should get to the books again."
"Harry?" Draco asked, looking confused, "something ...." He shook his head, feeling increasingly confused and tired. He reached a hand out for Harry to steady himself. Even though he was seated, he felt like he was falling.
Harry, Ron and Hermione all looked at Draco. Harry had a sudden urge to ask Hermione if the pills were supposed to do that to him, but he kept his mouth shut about that. "What is it?" he asked, just waiting for Draco to fall asleep.
Draco grasped Harry's shirt and pulled himself against his chest, curling into his body and fell asleep.
Ron craned his neck to look at Draco. "I think he's out," he stage-whispered.
Hermione nodded. "So do I," she said.
"Were they supposed to do that?" Harry asked, pressed into the couch.
"Of course," said Hermione. "They're called sleeping pills. Let's get the impression, shall we?"
Harry nodded and scooted and gently moved from Draco's grasp, turning him over to better reach his arm.
"What exactly do you have to do?" he asked.
"It's pretty simple if you know how to do it," said Hermione. "Muggles would need plaster and all of that, but all we need is some parchment and a wand."
Harry shrugged and raised an eyebrow.
"Hand me those two big pieces of parchment in my bag, Ron," Hermione said, getting to her feet and coming to stand beside Draco and Harry. "Hold his arm out and keep it steady so that we do this correctly," she told Harry, pulling her wand out.
Harry took Draco's right arm and held it out like Hermione had said.
"Here," said Ron, coming over to the other three and holding out the parchment he had retrieved.
Hermione took one sheet from him and got to her knees to reach Draco better. She placed the parchment underneath Draco's arm and hand and covered the whole bottom of it, pulling up on it. "Cover the top of his arm with the other sheet and make sure it's over him firmly," she told Ron.
Ron got to his knees beside her and placed his parchment tightly over the top of Draco's hand and arm.
"Use your other hand to help me hold this, Harry, so I can do the spell," Hermione said, and Harry did, trying to hold the side of the parchment that Hermione had let go to hold her wand out.
She muttered an incantation and did a small twirly motion with her wand and the parchment began to form to Draco's arm, making what looked almost like a glove. When the paper stopped moving and closing around the flesh, Hermione lowered her wand and nodded.
"All right," she said. "It's done."
Harry pulled his hand away from the suddenly hardened parchment, and Hermione reached forward and slid the two pieces off of Draco and held them up to show two perfect impressions of the top and underside of the arm.
"All that trouble and it took five seconds to get the impression?" said Harry.
"He would have noticed that spell had he been awake," Hermione said. "Be glad that we didn't need to use plaster. What do you want me to do with these?"
"I don't want Draco to find it. Put it up in your room for now and I'll send it off tomorrow," said Harry.
"Want me to send it now?"
"Yeah, actually, that'd be great," said Harry, lying back on the couch and pulling Draco up with him to rest against his chest.
"You sleeping down here?"
"Nah, I'll just take a nap and bring him up to bed later if he's still not awake," said Harry.
"Harry, those pills will probably last quite a while," said Hermione.
Harry shrugged, not really feeling like moving.
"Well, all right. I guess I'll go send these and go to bed then. Night, Harry," said Hermione, making for the door.
"Night, mate," said Ron, following her.
"Night!" Harry called to both of them, pulling Draco closer against him as he relaxed into his heat and the couch.