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To Find The Missing Lifeline	By : EvilConcubine Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 37355 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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  4. Facing the world

     Harry often spent his time in Draco's room. Most of the time, they were silently making their homework - each his own. The final year of studying was taking a lot of time, and no one had a freedom to loaf around. Harry felt fine to escape the blaze of publicity and the annoying attention, as he was trying to keep a low profile. Draco's room was a perfect retreat. But it wasn't the only reason. Strangely, the time they were spending together inspired him with peace of mind and comfort, but, at the same time, it made him feel a little nervous somewhere deep inside, though he had no idea, why. Sometimes he had to force himself to concentrate on his tasks, because his attention was riveted on Draco's somehow fascinating habit, - when he was absorbed in his thoughts, for example, writing another essay, he occasionally stroked his chin or pale-pink lips with his quill and his eyes looked meditative. Harry was very attentive, excessively attentive, to the details of the blonde's demeanour.

     Sometimes they played chess and other table games, and Draco was as merciless as Ron. And even the silence wasn't awkward for neither of them.

     Harry still had his ability to speak to the snakes, even though Voldemort was destroyed, so he tried to speak to Viperion, but the snake wasn't very talkative. He didn't really trust Harry and felt protective of Draco. That was probably because the dark-haired youth was the first one and the only one, who invaded Draco's personal space like this.

     Soon Harry could hardly imagine his life without the blonde's company, and he wondered if Draco felt the same. Strangely the Gryffindor wanted to become special for his friend and he thought that it wasn't that difficult, considering the fact that he was Draco's only friend. The thought was selfish and unfair and he couldn't help but feel ashamed of it. No, he wouldn't take advantage of Draco's loneliness just to win his favour. On the other hand, knowing Draco, if the blond wouldn't have been enjoying Harry's company, he would have simply turned him out of doors, even if Harry was his only friend. But didn't the Gryffindor already have his favour anyway? Why did he want more? And what exactly that 'more' was? Falling asleep in the Gryffindor's dorm, he sometimes asked himself these questions, and his memories granted him with the images of the meditative Slytherin, stroking his lips with the quill, or the way he was touching his platinum blond hair, or his beautiful posture. Well, of course, Draco was very attractive, and only a blind and deaf person wouldn't have noticed it. Was it some kind of a crush or just a curiosity? No, he'd already had some 'curiosity' back in his sixth year, and it felt nothing like what he was feeling now. It had been just four of five times in the locker room with his team-mate after the Quidditch practice. Just sex to release the tension, without any obligations, especially given that the boy had had a girlfriend and hadn't intended to break up with her. Snogging with Cho and Ginny had been the same curiosity and a fleeting fit of passion, even if he still liked Ginny very much. Now that he was older, everything seemed different.

     It was only a month since they'd become friends. Once again, instead of studying a book on Herbology, Harry covertly studied Draco's facial expressions, finding this subject much more interesting. He'd already found a lot of the blonde's expressions and gestures, he'd never seen (or just hadn't paid attention, or simply hadn't been shown) before they'd started to get along. 'Am I obsessed?' he thought, irritated with himself. He was now familiar with the whole set of Draco's smiles from his characteristic, distinctive sneer to the hardly noticeable little smile. But he couldn't ignore that the hard times had left the imprint of sorrow in those light grey eyes. They looked more... vulnerable.

     He already knew many details of the Slytherin's expressions and how to interpret most of them, but he still wanted to learn more, absolutely convinced that there were plenty of secrets in store. He wished to unravel them eventually, since the blond had just started to open up to him. After all, Harry was an adventurer, the one, who was thrilled by the mysteries, attracted by them invincibly. At least, there were no unreadable and impenetrable masks with the lifeless eyes he used to see when someone else was around, for example, during their lessons when Draco wasn't noticing Harry's eyes on him. When he was noticing, however, his face was livening up a little as he was looking back with his deep, enigmatic eyes.

     He saw a lot of sadness and sometimes regrets in Draco's eyes, and his heart was responsive to it. He wondered how badly Draco was broken and was there any way to make him whole again. The war had been harsh and merciless to both of them, but they hardly ever discussed it. It was a thorny subject. Harry also wondered if he himself would ever be whole and fully content.

    Right now he found comfort in Draco's room and in his company as he'd always done lately, but was caught in the act, staring at Draco, completely forgetting about the Herbology. Just for a second some nervousness appeared on the blonde's face.

"What is it?" he asked.

"Nothing. I was just thinking."

"About what?"

"About you." Harry shifted uncomfortably.

"Do share, please," Draco asked, slightly confused.

"It's just... Just as I expected, you're definitely nothing I thought of you when I didn't know you at all. I don't think that you've changed a lot. It's like you just never showed me the person you can be."

"Well, I never wanted to show... Or never had a chance. And you probably never wanted to know. It's... complicated."

"We shouldn't have to be rivals," Harry sighed and smiled.

"I remember we already discussed it when you offered me your friendship. And... it was interesting," Draco replied with the wry smirk.

"Wait a minute... Hurting me was interesting? Or, at least, the attempts at hurting me?" Harry asked not without some amusement.

"Yes. It seemed to be the only way to... force the emotions out of you. I mean..." Draco stopped himself, realizing that he was saying something he shouldn't.

"To force my emotions out and towards you?" Harry was now a little amazed. "Now, that was quite a statement, Draco."

"Yes... You refused to be my friend, but you couldn't refuse to be my enemy. At least, that allowed me to be somehow... close to you. Secretly, I was waiting for you to change your mind and accept my friendship someday; however, it had to be your move, not mine. But, of course, you wouldn't have done it after the way I behaved. Hmm... What a clumsy explanation. I know it doesn't make any sense, so don't go deep into analyzing it. I could have possibly changed the way I acted, but I was too angry and... stung."

"Does it mean you behaved the way you did to attract my attention? Very interesting," The Gryffindor lifted his eyebrows in surprise. In fact, he'd expected something like that in the back of his mind. He'd hoped to hear it.

"Everyone wanted your attention. I was just following the crowd," Draco joked.

"Don't try to dodge the question," the brunet chuckled, knowing how good Draco was at sidestepping the uncomfortable subjects neatly.

"Fine. I gave you so much. I wanted to hate you, I wanted to hex you within an inch of your life, I insulted your friends so many times, I bullied you; and yet, you didn't like me. How sad," he sighed with the feign sorrow. The only way to slip away from this was to turn everything into a joke.

"Charming," Harry laughed. "Very poetic."

"All right, I think I've already said too much. Let's get back to our homework, unless you want to see me embarrassing myself further," the blond frowned still half-jokingly.

"What if I do?" the Gryffindor challenged.

"No, no. I'm ending this talk." Draco waved him away.

"Well... If it's going to make you feel better, then you should know that I just couldn't ignore you. Of course, you weren't the only person who bullied me, but only you could really drive me mad," Harry admitted.

"I'm not discussing it any longer," the blond replied, already seemingly absorbed in his task, but Harry noticed the way the corners of his pink lips quirked up faintly.

     One day Harry noticed that the blond wasn't in the Great Hall during the breakfast and he also missed the first lessons. Between the lessons the Gryffindor went down into the dungeons to make sure that Draco was all right. The wizard on the portrait was absent and no one answered when Harry knocked. It took him a couple of minutes to remember the password.

"Fide, sed cui fidas, vide*," Harry said loudly. He repeated the password after another minute of waiting, wondering where the wizard was. Finally, the dark man returned into his frame and cast a suspicious glance at the boy, but let the visitor in without saying a word. Harry entered the room, but Draco wasn't there. He knocked at the door of the bathroom. No one answered and Harry opened the door tentatively, feeling uncomfortable for this intrusion. The blond wasn't there too. He also wasn't in the garden. Harry decided to wait a little. On the desk he saw a book about the Muggle Inquisition. 'Couldn't find anything better to read about muggles, could you?' he smiled. And then he noticed several vials of different potions on the bedside table and kneeled, examining the labels. Obviously, Draco always hid them before Harry's visits, but now the visit was unexpected. He took one of Draco's books on healing potions and kneeled before the bedside table again. He found the names of the potions and their descriptions in the book. One potion eased the breathing. Three were medicines for heart: two of them were supposed to be taken every day during the long period of time, the other one eased heartache and had to be taken when it was necessary. Two potions were very strong hypnotics that completely suppressed dreams at the same time. They could be harmful and had side effects. Harry realised that Draco's state was worse than he'd thought. Apparently, the blond suffered from the nightmares. It wasn't unexpected though. Harry sighed. He was distracted by the pleasant scent as he inhaled. It was coming from the bed. Almost unconsciously Harry buried his face into the pillow and inhaled again. 'Is this the way his hair smells?' he smiled to himself. He'd never had an opportunity to come to Draco close enough, so he could smell his scent this clearly, but it was definitely the way he smelled. He'd never really paid attention to it consciously, before now. His mind immediately sent him the image of the blond youth with the delicate-looking ivory skin, beautiful grey eyes and almost thin, but sensual, lips. Draco... He was embarrassed by the way his manhood awakened at the image. 'Is it a perversion to think about him this way? Yes, it's obviously a perversion to get into the privacy of the other people's rooms, scrutinise their potions to learn more about their health issues and... smell their pillows, thinking of some indecency,' he scolded himself.

"Humans are strange. You even smell without using your tongues." A hiss behind his back made him jump. He thought he was caught in the act and almost started to seek excuses in his mind, but very soon he realised that it was just Draco's snake Viperion, so he sighed in relief.

"Your human smells wonderful," Harry hissed back.

"Are you searching for it for mating?"

"No," the Gryffindor replied and chuckled to himself.

"Why are you smelling its nest? Your nature is alien to me."

"It's hard to explain. Do you know where your human is?"

"No. It can not speak to me."

"Right... I have to go," the youth sighed, remembering that he still had lessons.

     During the next break he headed to the hospital wing, really starting to worry, because Draco was still nowhere to be seen, however, Pomfrey said that she hadn't seen him for a long time. The only place where Harry could search for him now were Snape's personal chambers, since the man was absent all day, too, and his lessons had even been cancelled. Harry knew that Snape was the only person Draco trusted with his health, so if he wasn't feeling well, he, very likely, could be in the man's care. He went into the dungeons again. Instead of a painting, the entrance was guarded by a statue of a big jug with the head of a snake leaning out of it. The snake shifted a little when he approached and then slithered out of the jug, spreading its hood. It was almost three-metres-long! But it couldn't leave the jug completely, since the tip of its tail was attached to it. The big cobra looked like it was dancing in its own way. Harry couldn't help, but make a step back. It actually looked discouraging.

"I only wanted to knock," he assured.

"Parselmouth?" The snake seemingly relaxed. Harry thought that the statue, somehow, had a 'soul' of a real snake, its essence. How else could it speak to him?

"I'm looking for your master."

"Master and the younger human have left."

"Thank you," Harry sighed and turned to leave. 'The younger human' was, most definitely, Draco. The cobra slithered back into the jug, hiding its long and thick body.

      In the end, Harry made it to his dormitory and retrieved the Marauder's Map out of his trunk, - a thing that he hadn't been using for some time, as there'd been no necessity. But even the Map didn't show Draco's location. He obviously even wasn't in the castle, which was confusing.

     After the lessons, when the dot with Draco's name had finally appeared on the unique piece of parchment, Harry returned into the dungeons hurriedly, and saw his friend entering his room.

"Wait!" the Gryffindor exclaimed. The blond smiled at him and they entered together.

"Are you all right?" Harry asked.

"Yes. But I'm very thirsty," the Slytherin sighed. Harry noticed that he looked a little tired and... sad.

     Soon they were drinking tea as usually.

"I was looking for you almost all day. Don't be mad at me, but I was in your room while you were away," Harry confessed, holding back the fact that nearly a half of the day he'd spent on pins and needles, worrying about him.

"That's all right. I'm not mad," the blond replied, shaking his head.

"And... I saw something that made me worry." Harry cast a glance at the bedside table. The vials were still there. Draco tracked his glance.

"Oh... This?.." he mumbled.

"I know it's probably not my business, but you stuff yourself with potions that are harmful."

"Not as harmful as suffering from the lack of sleep," Draco parried. "Please, let's end this conversation. You know that I don't like to discuss my health."

     The truth was that after he had been abusing the Dreamless Sleep Potion, taking it every single night for many months, it had simply stopped taking effect on him properly. It hadn't been enough, to put it lightly. The nightmares had returned with revenge. So, since the beginning of the school year, Draco had started to brew other potions that were making him sleep like a log till the very morning without any dreams. Those potions were strong and his awakenings were hard; and first twenty or thirty minutes he was in a state, resembling a hangover, even though the potions had nothing to do with alcohol. Draco knew the side effects were harmful, even for someone, who was absolutely healthy, but so were the sleepless nights and the nights plagued with the nightmares (and sometimes even waking up in wetted bed, which was a severe hit on everybody's self-esteem).

     He knew too well what he would have dreamt about - tortures, murders, Nagini. He would have dreamt about mother, talking to him about something and embracing him; her smile, which made him wake up in tears. He felt guilty, because sometimes he tried not to remember her at all, and didn't allow himself to dream about her even in some pleasant dreams, because it was too painful to wake up just to realise that she was dead, and remember the way she'd died. Memories were still too fresh; memories of her dead body on the floor of the cold and dirty chamber, where he'd been lying next to her, embracing her and sleeping close to her as if he'd tried to protect her body, as if she could have protected him from all the pain. Going insane because of pain and sorrow, he'd been whispering to her something senseless. There was even no grave he could visit, because her body wasn't found.

     Harry saw that the sadness and tiredness on the blonde's face intensified, and decided that it really wasn't the best time for this talk.

"Once again, sorry for intruding your room. I was just worrying why you've missed today's lessons. I thought you weren't feeling well."

"I was released today. By the Ministry. It's my duty to go there every month. Sorry for not telling you yesterday."

"Oh... The interrogation, right?"

"Yes. They stuff me with Veritaserum and ask me plenty of stupid questions to make sure that I don't constitute a menace for our society," Draco replied.

"It's not fair. Haven't you gone through enough already?" Harry frowned.

"Well, they have a very different point of view."

"It's disappointing..." the brunet muttered. He saw that Draco was upset. Harry hadn't been risking his life for winning the war to watch the oppressing of those, who hadn't deserved it. Had his expectations been so childish and naive back then?

"Please, stop. I don't want to come back to it now," the blond frowned. He decided not to tell that he had blabbed out about his friendship with Harry Potter and his two interrogators hadn't let him go for almost an hour and a half instead of usual one hour because of that fact. They had asked a great many questions from 'Who was an initiator of your umm... friendship?' to 'Are you sure you mean no harm to Harry Potter? It's quite odd that you've started to get along all of a sudden.' and 'Don't you want to take revenge for a feud you had in past?' He'd felt sick when he'd been finally dismissed.

"I'm sorry," Harry whispered.

"It's all right, Harry. It's... rather my fault. Don't be offended, please."

"Why should I be offended?" the Gryffindor wondered.

"Well, I may seem very moody today. You start the conversation and I shut your mouth."

"No, I am the one who chooses the inappropriate topics. I just worry about you," Harry confessed.

"I appreciate it," Draco gave him a small smile.

"Are you hungry?" Harry finally changed the subject.

"A little," the blond nodded. Veritaserum always left him very thirsty and a little hungry.

"Then... Would you like to go somewhere to have a dinner? Just two of us. It's Friday, almost a day off already, so we could leave the castle."

"Are you going to go out with me in public? Aren't you afraid for your reputation?" Draco looked a little surprised.

"It's the last thing I care about," Harry assured him and snorted.

"Well, I don't know. A man is known by the company he keeps," the blond smiled.

"I want to go out and have a good time with you. I want you and me to enjoy the delicious food. If some idiots are not going to like it, they can go fuck themselves."

"What a language, Harry Potter! You're such a charming conversationalist," Draco laughed. He was amused and the invitation had put him in good spirits.

"Sorry," Harry smiled. "I'll go change into something decent."

"Restaurant then?"

"Yes."

"Very well. But first, I have to go and let Severus know that I'm leaving the castle."

"I'll collect you here then," Harry said before leaving. He felt excited and very much like he'd just invited someone on a date. He even blushed at the thought.

     Draco found Severus in the Potions classroom where the students of different years were serving their detentions, cleaning everything and putting everything in order as a punishment. Severus noted to himself that Draco's face, finally, looked happier than the faces of those punished students in the classroom. He was pleased to know that his godson was getting out of the castle (or out of his shell?).

"Of course, Draco. Have a good time," he smiled slightly. It had been so long since he saw Draco smiling so openly and sincerely without forcing himself. And those present students for the first time saw their professor smiling, even if the smile was very small, however, they weren't given even this. Instead, the stern look of the black eyes made them return to their work immediately.

     Harry was smiling, eyeing Draco from top to toe. Not that Draco had ever looked untidily, but... The blond hair was perfectly arranged, the black coat, almost knee-length, was dressed over the elegant suit; the dark-green scarf, the black leather gloves... He couldn't help, but think: 'Perfection personified...'

"Great," he said quietly, still smiling.

"And yet, Harry... I could take Polyjuice. I do it almost every time I leave the school to avoid the attention. I don't leave often, but I..." The blond was interrupted.

"No. No, Draco. Why do you keep thinking that I'm ashamed of your company?" Harry shook his head.

"Because I don't want you to regret it if the front pages of tomorrow's newspapers will cover the details of the Saviour, strolling around with the Death Eater. I'm a pariah, Harry, why don't you understand?"

"I won't regret anything. And you're not a Death Eater."

"But they do not care."

"And I don't care what they think or say. I'm very glad to spend time with you and I don't want you to hide behind the mask of someone else," Harry frowned. 'The only face I want to see right now is yours,' he thought to himself, and then he grinned. "You are the one who should be ashamed of my company. Such a well-mannered, well-groomed and elegant young man is going to a decent place with such a slovenly one, who can't even tie his tie properly," he chuckled, pulling the said tie slightly and showing the untidy knot on his neck. His derisively-annoyed facial expression betrayed the fact that he'd been trying to deal with that for some time. Almost twenty minutes, actually. He had never been good at it and he often asked someone else to help him or just left it like that, untidy.

"Allow me," Draco offered with a smile. He, of course, had noted Harry's compliment. It had been a long since he received any, but half of them had sounded more like a flattery. Harry's was sincere and very pleasant.

"Yes, please," the Gryffindor nodded eagerly. After taking his gloves off, Draco came closer to him, untied the knot, slightly smoothed the strip of fabric with his hands and started to tie it again. There was a small smile on his face, his eyes avoided to look in Harry's. The brunet was watching his face carefully and with interest. His face was so close... Draco felt that he was watched and smiled shyly. He just couldn't bring himself to face the green eyes. 'He's about to blush. Is he shying?' Harry thought, smiling to himself. It was certainly a new display for his collection of Draco's smiles and facial expressions! His own face became warmer. Draco was close enough for Harry to bathe in his fresh and pleasant scent. The dark-haired youth finally blushed at the remembrance of smelling Draco's pillow earlier this day. The blond bit his lip slightly, continuing to smile. He almost finished with a tie. Harry couldn't take his eyes off the face in front of him.

     He noticed that he was the same height as the blond. The Gryffindor remembered that during their third and fourth years Draco had been slightly taller, but then the brunet caught up with him in height. However, Draco was thinner and seemed lighter, and his shoulders were narrow. Harry's body had become more fit due to his adventures last year, and he also kept playing Quidditch.

"Well... This is it," the blond stated. He stepped back after straightening the tie and the collar of Harry's shirt. Only then he dared to cast a glance in the green eyes. They approached the cheval glass.

"Thank you. To be honest, I always ask Ron, Hermione or someone else to do it. But they never do it so neatly," the Gryffindor smiled sincerely.

"Uhm..." Draco hemmed thoughtfully. "There's a spell for it, but it went clean out of my mind. You can look for it to make your life easier. But until then you can ask me," he shrugged.

"I'll keep this in mind," Harry smiled again. "Well, aren't we gorgeous?" he feigned the pompousness, watching them both in the mirror. And then he smiled at Draco's reflection and it returned the smile. They were, indeed, looking great.

     They apparated to Wizarding London and were walking down the streets at a slow pace, searching for a good restaurant. People were making Draco feel confused or even scared. Both Harry and Draco were quite recognizable and many eyes were looking at them. Draco knew he was watched, and even when no one paid attention or supposedly didn't even recognise him, paying more attention to Harry, he still felt uneasy among all of those strangers. In fact, he wasn't far from panic. Harry could swear he was feeling Draco's nervousness, and he suppressed the urge to take his hand and squeeze it to encourage the blond and to soothe him. 'This would look very strange,' he thought, slightly perplexed with the idea.

     They had finally chosen a very cosy restaurant. The light inside was slightly dimmed. They sat at the table in front of each other, far from the exit to feel more comfortable, and looked through menus.

"Have you decided yet?" Harry asked.

"Um, no, not yet. You?" Draco replied.

"I don't know... But, I'm warning you, I refuse to eat any culinary perversion," the brunet grinned.

"May I advise you something then?" the blond smiled back.

"Sure."

     Fifteen minutes later they were eating an outstanding chicken fillet with vegetables and delicious exotic sauce. Draco tried to ignore the disturbed gazes of two middle-aged people (husband and wife, most definitely). Harry noticed it and looked at them with the scowl on his face.

"Morons," he shrugged, without looking at them, but his voice was loud enough, so he knew that they'd heard him. And then he cast another glance at them. They obviously found another topic to discuss and stopped staring at the notorious blond next to great Harry Potter. Draco chuckled softly.

     At first he felt rather uncomfortable and out of place. Only the reassuring green eyes in front of him made him feel better and warmer. Music helped too: the enchanted harps and cellos were playing something very relaxing and beautiful. It was something that could fill souls with pleasant calmness and make the atmosphere free and easy. Soon Draco already paid no attention to anyone around. It was just Harry and him. They were enjoying the music and each other's company, talking about something, leisurely eating the delicious food and drinking some white wine. They both were in exceptional mood. Their dessert consisted of fruits and they were eating it even more leisurely, not willing to leave any time soon. When it was time to leave Harry insisted on paying for the dinner, motivating it by the fact that it was he, who'd invited Draco. The blond agreed soon, but only with one condition: next time he would be the one to pay, since they both were eager to repeat such pleasant experience.

     They didn't want to return to the castle yet and decided to go for a walk.

"Stay here. I'll be right back," Harry said with a smile. Draco stopped and Harry turned to the nearest street. The blond had been waiting for him for ten minutes or so. Harry returned with some small bag.

"What's in there?" Draco asked with curiosity, looking intrigued.

"You'll see," Harry grinned and they continued their walk.

     They were walking past three people that even stopped and stared at them. The blond sighed.

"Ignore them. They're just jealous. They envy me," Harry smiled at him with a delicate hint, and gave him another look of... something that resembled the adoration very much.

"I really doubt that," Draco laughed quietly.

     When they apparated to someplace near Hogwarts, it was already evening, and the time of a curfew was approaching, but they still were in the mood for walking a little more near the Forbidden Forest. When Harry saw a stub, he came closer to it and opened the mysterious bag.

"What's on your mind?" Draco asked. The Gryffindor pulled something out of the bag. It was a wizarding camera. He couldn't help but buy it. He'd wanted it for a long time, but now it was really an appropriate occasion to provide himself with one, in his opinion. The idea had suddenly come to him when they'd been sitting in a restaurant and he'd desperately wanted to take a picture of the face in front of him.

"I want to take a picture of us. I want something to remind me about this evening," he replied and placed the camera on the stub.

"Then make it in duplicate. I want one, too," Draco said and cast 'Lumos', so they both would be seen well on the pictures.

     After taking a couple of pictures of them, standing together, they returned to the castle. Harry accompanied Draco to his room.

"Thank you," Draco smiled slightly.

"You too, Draco," Harry nodded.

"You better hurry up. It's almost a curfew."

"Yes, right. Good night," the Gryffindor nearly whispered.

"Good night, Harry," the blond replied just as quietly and softly.

     Harry headed to the Gryffindor's tower. There'd been some incompleteness in their goodbyes. Yes, something was missing to make their evening together complete. Harry was puzzled by this feeling on the way to the dorms. 'A kiss or a touch. Just a small one,' something in his mind prompted. He blushed and frowned at himself.

     Draco felt the same, taking off his clothes before getting into bath with the comfortably hot water.

     Ignoring this feeling, they both were happy after sharing such a good time.

     Harry's head lay down on the dark-red pillow. His heart felt warm and he smiled, replaying this evening with Draco in his mind and the way all of his senses had been bewitched by the grey eyes. With these thoughts he fell into a blissful sleep.

     Draco's head lay down on the dark-green pillow. He smiled, thinking about Harry and how grateful he was for the invitation. It seemed it had been forever since he'd been in a place like that, having such a good time. All of it made him forget about much less pleasant beginning of the day that he had spent in the Ministry. It actually made him forget about everything! No, nothing troubled him this night. He fell asleep after taking his potions.

     Harry's dream was calm and pleasant. The only thing he could remember after awakening was a clear night sky with thousands of stars and for some reason he'd made a wish, looking at them. He couldn't remember exactly what he'd wished for. But, doubtlessly, it had had something to do with Draco, because right after he'd made it, he'd lowered his eyes just to see the blond walking in his direction.

"I... didn't expect it would come true this quickly," Harry had smiled at him. Draco hadn't seemed to understand the meaning of those words, but smiled back. And then Harry woke up with the same smile he'd had on his face when he'd been falling asleep last night. 'Draco...'

     Draco didn't have any dreams because of his potions, but in the morning he woke up in unusually wonderful mood.

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Draco's password is: 'Fide, sed cui fidas, vide'. It's a Latin expression that literally means: 'Trust, but verify'.
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