Where’s My Dragon?
Where’s My Dragon? | Part Three | Wee Hours – I don’t think
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First of
all: Thank you sooooooo much for all the lovely
reviews, they made me really happy and I hope it become even more
To: Lady
Lynn
I just
imagined Snape walking into a wardrobe and I almost pee my pants. That’s
awesome. I’m still giggling when thinking about. But with a bureau I meant his
office. So, eurm, sorry for
confusing you.
To:
I really
thought bureau means the same as office. Well, but thank you for telling me
it’s not. It really would have been a little strange if Snape has gone into a
wardrobe, like Lady Lynn mentioned too. But the longer I think about it, the
more appealing seems the idea to me. ^^ just kidding.
Beta:
This
chapter won’t be THAT entertaining I think. It’s more like a bridge between two
incidents, that’s why it’s rather short. But I hope you’ll like it
nevertheless.
Oh and
before I forget…some mentioned Draco is quite OOC. Yes, you’re right and it
will become even more OOC. *mwhahaha*
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Where’s My Dragon? |
Part Three | Wee Hours – I don’t think
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He pushed
the portrait open and staggered through the entrance hole. Hermione sat on the
sofa in front of the fireplace with a book in front of her. Ron sat at the
other end of the sofa, his head resting on his pulled-up knees, and starred
into the cracking flames of the fire.
Harry had
known they would wait for him, like always, but today he really had wished they
have had listened to his words and were already in bed.
Hermione
heard the portrait close and turned around, to look over the backrest of the
couch. The red rimmed eyes, like the tears that were still running along his
face, were evidence enough for Hermione to jump up and hug her best friend
lovingly. She brought him to the sofa and sat him down between Ron and herself.
The red head placed a hand on Harry’s shoulder and looked helplessly at
Hermione, who rolled her eyes at him. Again she hugged him and he rested his
head on her shoulder.
style='mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“What happened, Harry? Was it that bad?”
A new wave
of sadness washed over the Golden Boy. He began to sob harder and his body
shook uncontrollably, when he tried to breathe and sob at the same time.
Hermione rubbed his back in soothing circles and suggested to Harry to breathe
long and slow. Between sobs he tried to spill his sorrow.
style='mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“Dra- Draco doesn’t
love me any- anymore.”
His crying
became even heavier after he had spoken what was eating him from the inside; he
pulled up his legs, to rock back and forth.
Ron’s face
screwed up in disgust, but he bit down a comment when Hermione glared at him
threateningly.
style='mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“What happened, Harry? Why do you think he
doesn’t – “
style='mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“I DON’T THINK – I KNOW!” the Golden Boy
screamed at his female friend and rested his head on his knees after; always
repeating silently “He doesn’t love me. He doesn’t love me.”
Hermione
placed her hand on his.
style='mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“Harry…”
style='mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“I kissed him.”
Ron became
pale and stood up. He looked pleadingly at Hermione, who nodded and he went up
to his dorm. Harry went on with telling Hermione without paying attention to
Ron’s behaviour.
style='mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“I kissed him. I kissed him, like he likes it.
He was angry – I kissed him to calm him. He kissed me back. Herm, it felt so
good to feel him again.”
style='mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“I know, Harry.”
The dark
haired boy let go of his knees and fell to the side, laying his head in
Hermione’s lap. She ran her fingers through his thick black hair and waited
patiently for him to go on.
style='mso-ansi-language:EN-GB'>“He pushed me away. He called me ‘Potter’ all
the time, not ‘Baby’ like he usually does. He told me that… that I shouldn’t do
that anymore and that I’m not allowed to call him Draco.”
Another
wave of sobs washed over him and he cried freely with Hermione as his
comforter.
It hurt the
girl that her friend was this crestfallen, just because of a potion. She knew
Harry would need all help and support for the next days, weeks, months –how
long it would take till the potion just wore off- he could get, and she would
support him completely. Also it would mean to talk to Malfoy.
Even if
everything Harry felt now was injected through a potion, for Harry the feelings
were true and ran deep. For him, Malfoy was that important that he could break
because of rejection. His past had made him vulnerable to such things. What
meant that he thought it was his fault if someone, who loved him deeply before,
didn’t even let him come close, let alone touch him.
Hermione
snapped out of her deep thoughts and realised the silence. Harry had cried
himself to sleep in her lap. She conjured a blanket, covered the boy with it
and grabbed her book again.
There
needed to be a solution written down – somewhere. And if it meant reading the
whole library, she would do it. She had read half of it already anyway.
HD|DH
His mind
was a broken record. Yes, he was sure. Something was broken inside his skull.
He had had come back to his room some hours ago and was now lying on his bed –
awake. It was three in the morning; at six thirty his clock would buzz and he
was still awake now, with a memory loop. Again and again the kiss with Potter
repeated in front of his inner eye. And with every new iteration the questions,
he asked himself and tried to answer himself, became louder in his head.
Why had
Potter kissed him? Why had he responded? Why had he been so calm after? Why
does he think about it now all the time?
Draco
rolled on his stomach and rested his head on his arms. He had closed his eyes
and again played the little ‘movie’ of the incident in his mind. His shoulders
tensed when he imagined the gentle kiss on the back of his neck and a pleasant
shiver ran down his spine.
Why had
Potter known that spot? No one knew it and he, Draco, wouldn’t tell anyone of
this weakness, except his eventual partner of course.
He called
it a weakness, because he knew very well that the one, who knew this spot and
knew how to handle him, could have everything from him. It disturbed him that
of all people he could imagine, Harry fucking Potter was the one that knew his
weakness and knew that it calmed him to be kissed there. Why had Potter wanted
him to calm down?
It was too
much! Too many thoughts! Too many questions! Too confusing!
His head
started spinning and he massaged his temples slowly. Just one bloody detention,
after the fight in Potions, and Potter had managed to make him feel like his
head was bursting from overheating through strain.
Wait! Stop!
One step back! Potions! Potter had never behaved like this before – before
Potions. He hadn’t seen him for ten days after the fight, because Potter was in
the hospital wing. Potter had asked him, why he hadn’t visited him. Everything
led to the class, where the cauldron had crashed down on the Golden Boy’s head.
Draco
opened his eyes fast and stared into the dark. Severus – he really needed to
talk to his godfather. Maybe he knew an answer.
The
Slytherin crawled under the blanket and closed his eyes again. The picture of
Potter, kissing him, was back. He sighed and accepted it. No one would ever
know that he had fallen asleep to thoughts of Potter nibbling at his lower lip
and running his tongue over his own. And that it gave him a pleasant feeling.
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AN: Are
some of you into ‘writing songfics’??? I made a
request in the designed for section, maybe someone will rejoice me by writing
one for me. I would like to have one with one of my favourite songs. Just,
well, if you’re interested, look in the ‘challenge/request’ section or my
profile.
Bye!