Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Finding You ❯ Dreams are Like Friends ( Chapter 7 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Finding you

Disclaimer:I do not own anything Harry Potter and I do not profit from these writings. Also I do not own Slipknot or any of its songs.

‘Thought’ “Talking”

Harry/Draco, M/M Warning.

Note: Voldomort is dead; Harry defeated him in his sixth year. All death eaters are in Azkaban and Draco’s only family is his mother and Severus his godfather. I know it has no Povs but it would just confuse me when I write and I know the characters are kind of out of character but I can’t help it this is my first Harry Potter story.

Author Note: I don't really have an excuse this time except that I had writers block at some point till last night so...on with it I go.

Please tell me if there is any part of my story that contradicts something I already said in a previous chapter >.< and I'll edit it.

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Chapter 7

As usual it was the worst part of the day for him, the time he hated the most, he despised it, detested it and wished it gone with all its foul joining activities! Ok maybe that was a little strong it was just morning he had a problem with. No he was so not a morning person and no he didn't stay up all hours of the night reading up on strong advanced or restricted spells or going out on dangerous adventures to keep himself amused he just wasn't a morning person. So when he started to slip out of his sleep he groggily tried to grip the edges of the sleep like hazy cover (not the bed sheets, I'm being metaphorical), desperately trying to tug it back to him, to keep it around him and stay in that floating heaven just a little longer, the comfort it brought, the hours that flew by without effort and the people he avoided seeing....sleep made all that so much simpler to handle, obviously. The cover slipped from his grasp as if his strength was vacant, bit by bit it was leaving until he was left with only inches of it, his imaginary security blanket, his allay (not a typo look it up). Short but clean fingernails dug mentally into this cover with its nonexistent material till the whole thing was plucked from his grasp and his nails came into contact with his own skin in his dream world state.

Stirring on the bed as he came out of his post waking discomfort to open his eyes, he didn't yet lift his head as he listened to several birds outside the castle window's singing cheerfully, some sunlight was beaming over the floor onto his bed and against his face, making him want to close his eyes but instead just narrowed his eyes. Then he heard it, something musical but quiet, almost as if filtered through something, turning around on the bed he saw Neville on his beside Harry's bed and smiled, the boy had his eyes closed, sitting up and had his back resting against the headrest, comfortable. He noticed that there were two buds, one in each of the boys ears, headphones and also a wire connecting them to a small simple mp3 'A muggle contraption as Malfoy would put it', well that explains the musicical noise. Sitting up slowly the blankets pooled around his legs he waited to try to either get the others attention or to hear the music he was playing, eventually he heard what must have been Slipknot pounding out of the earphones as the volume got turned up its highest by the oblivious boy, obviously this song was a favourite of Neville's and if he was correct the song was Vermillion Part II.

Harry decides it best to try to talk to him so he gets up from his bed sleepily and walks the few steps to Neville’s sitting on the edge of it, at the dip of the mattress the boy opens his eyes blinking confused at the presence of someone before smiling at the saviour friendly, he takes his headphones out and turned the device off "Sorry Harry I was waiting for you to wake up, been awake long?" the boy in question shakes his head and looks at the mp3 "You like Slipknot?" was his only reply and at this Neville nodded "Do you?" his question this time seemed almost nervous as if he would be outcast but Harry just managed to grin and nod "Yeah! They are a pretty decent band with good music to dance to...suits a lot of my moods from back when I was always by myself. The other boy frowned but didn't ignore what he had said like Harry expected him to, like Hermione and Ron would usually do, brushing of his random hurt comments with subjects they thought where more important. I guess the impending doom of the wizarding world was a lot more important but it wasn't always that which they changed the subject to.

"You know Harry you don't have to be alone, I know it sounds a lot like cliché rubbish you hear from friends of the protagonist in all the movies you see in the muggle world but it’s true, you have me here and I'm sure there is someone else out there too you know. " he put his hand on Harrys arm to show his support and Harry smiled wider happily, feeling a bit better about how the day would go in general, so with a soft sigh he got up to go to the bathroom at the door he grinned at the other "Nev....want to share your mp3 for the breakfast period?" Neville laughed and nodded in answer, glad the other boy was looking happy, he sat there to wait, book bag already set, his robes and uniform already on ready for class.

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At breakfast Ron looked about ready to brutally murder someone, his face flushed deep red and even Hermione chiding him didn't cool his jets but rather the opposite and why was he so darn angry you ask? Well since Harry and Neville had arrived they had sat down at almost the opposite end of the Gryffindor table to the other two and started to chat while they picked up their food from the middle placing it on their plates, while they did this they also put an earphone each in one of their ears, both the opposite ears so they could still hear each other talk. At first Ron had been nice and went up to wish them a good morning but upon phrasing his greeting and a couple of questions which went unanswered he realised he was being ignored, not even a look in his direction let alone any indication he had been heard. He was getting beyond pissed and didn't like this new behaviour, what had come over Harry being such an arrogant ass, that was his job. At any point Hermione knew he was going to blow up so she grabbed his arm tightly and slightly dug her nails in purposely, she leaned to whisper harshly into Ron's ear "Ronald! May I remind you that we are in a room full of people and teachers are among them...let’s get to class early before something you'll regret happens. Like you casting a spell on Harry that will go wrong knowing you" she pulled back looking at him hard and he seemed to deflate a little of his anger in realising she was very right before turning and stalking out of the hall with Herm on his heels which all went unnoticed by most of the occupants of the great hall but two who had been pretending not to notice or to listen but had none the less and a couple of teachers.

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Over in the Slytherine common room, in the room where the boys slept, on a bed that belonged to one Draco Malfoy laid the young slytherine, asleep. His sleep wasn't a happy one, wasn't a wanted one. He had gone to bed early and this is what he got, a fitful sleep full of nightmares of memories that he tried to keep from thinking about, memories from a time that had past, with a person that was now fortunately dead. Although the person in question was dead the memories wouldn't cease, the fear of this person wasn't leaving anytime soon, it dragged on with him in his shadow through his life and he knew it was a simple reason that he was scared but that didn't make the fear itself any less complicated.

Blaise was woken by a soft cry from somewhere near him, he sat up and looked around confused thinking the worst until he laid eyes upon Draco's bed on a hunch, he saw the boy curled up in a ball, most of his blankets and sheets tangled around his legs and laying under him. Draco was shaking his head a bit in fact now he looked closer and the sleep had started to ebb from his vision he noticed his friend actually was shaking literally too, he got up quickly and climbed onto the bed tugging the other up into a sitting position and to his body, he knew from a previous experience what worked and what didn't at the time had a black eye to prove shaking him didn't wake him up or calm him...it made him lash out in self defence, so no way was he trying that one. He rocked side to side a little with the boy in his arms, held to him and tried to make shushing noises but the whimpers the other was letting out almost drowned them out, he knew this was going to take a long while and he knew there was nothing he could do to speed this up but it didn't matter, Draco was his friend and he deserved his affection ...but he didn't like seeing his friend in pain, even if it was only emotional not physical.

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As Harry and Neville where leaving the great hall the saviour couldn't help looking to the side to see if he could spot Draco but found he couldn't see him anywhere among the Slytherins of the great hall, he blinked but tried to shrug off the suddenly painful feeling in his chest, he discreetly held a hand to where his heart was trying to relax and walked with his newly named best friend and only friend Neville to class, potions. It was here that he saw Draco, not straight away but a few minutes after he himself had arrived, he watched with concern as Blaise led the platinum blonde to an empty table and sat with him, then class started with the dramatic as always entrance of Severus Snape.

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Draco didn't know what was more embarrassing to wake up to find himself sobbing into Blaise's arms or to be physically -led- to his own seat in class, as if he didn't know which one it was...or would he have tripped over thin air before getting there? He wondered sarcastically but quickly gave up, sinking into his chair with a blank face as usual but looking paler than usual, his usual beautiful skin colour although pale wasn't -this- pale. His eye lids looked almost too heavy as he hooded them not feeling up to looking alert right now, his head pounded from his crying fit earlier and he didn't want to be here but Blaise had made him come so he had to.

He took his chance to look over to Potter's table curiously, having only maybe a little slightly have missed the other boy, only a little like he said (Denial!). He was surprised to find Harry looking back at him with a worried expression and holding a hand at his chest almost as if he was in pain, what had he done now? He looked away at his friends gentle nudge to his ribs and set his gaze on the black board Sev was writing on 'Not again, did I do something to hurt him'.

Then it all flooded back to him, the dream he had, what caused his fitful sleep. He had dreamt of his home, the Malfoy Mansion, his father had been there with him in an empty room on the top floor overlooking their gigantic garden at the front of the house. He had been only about eleven at the time; it was before school started for the first year. He remembered his father had told his mother to tell him that he wanted a chat later on that night so he had gone to find his father in his office, not worried in the slightest, a chat...it sounded so innocent at the time but it didn't turn out that way. Upon finding his father he was lead to the room where his dream had started and had stood closer to the window while his father blocked the door which was now closed. He didn't remember what they talked about or what he had even said to it, in the dream and his memory the talking is muted and he can never see a clear picture of the lips to try to lip read, then all of a sudden his father is coming at him, grabbing his collar and shaking him, then the sound is turned up to the maximum, no muting it. His father yelling, himself as a younger boy crying apologies for reasons he didn't know then hard a hit to his torso, of course his father had never left a mark where it could be seen by the public. Later on in the dream as the beating seemed to go on forever he remembered being on the floor, curled in the foetal position, whimpering, panting that matched his father’s tired pace, he thought he would be left to recover, to calm down but the sound of shattered glass and the sight of a sparkle of light from the reflection of the window glinting was the last thing he saw in his dream before he was left to painful darkness. He never remembered what happened after that incident with his father, his memory is blank for a few weeks till he started school, it was excruciatingly painful emotionally not to know, not to remember. He had told Blaise about his memory one night after his friend had found him whimpering and crying in his room when he was at the Zambini Manor for a sleepover, he had to explain why he had been crying though...couldn't not tell him, his best friend. So far he hadn't regretted it, Blaise had never held it against him only looked after him so it wasn't a surprise when Draco had zoned back into his lesson he found his friend squeezing his arm gently, comfortingly which made him want to smile, only a little though and just a bit more than he would usually want to.

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At the end of this school day Harry had left Neville to go a different way, intent on walking to the common room but his feet seemed to be taking him towards the trophy room he and Draco had spent some time in the other day, Neville had gone to the green house and Harry had no reason to go with not that he wanted to, gardening wasn't really his thing, herb's involved or not. He hoped that the Slytherine was at his destination as he hadn't gotten rid of the pain all day, Neville had asked him twice already what was wrong he had just said he slept funny, which the other boy didn't seem to believe but knew he had an issue with nightmares sometimes so let it rest. Harry remember the earlier scene in the potions class where Draco had been walked in, he knew the other boy was holding up a mask and he had to wonder if he looked that bad with the mask up how bad did he look without it, the poor little blonde he thought before he stopped, wondering where the heck that pity came from before shaking his head 'I'll not get into another conversation with myself about Draco, not this week at least' or so he hoped he wouldn't.

Once at the door of the trophy room he sneaked in just encase, he didn't want to be followed after all and went over to the window, looking out at the surreal scene before him, his arm resting over the ledge and his side leaning against the stone wall, he waited like this, daydreaming off and on for about an hour, his mind busying itself with anything to keep his mind away from a certain boy, he knew the bond wasn't being that helpful and knew that probably the bond was at fault for his chest pain. At this moment Draco entered the room quietly, not seeming to notice him at first, his mask slipping completely as he closed and locked the door, Harry was right he looked in pain, he looked paler than usual and he looked very tired, he then looked up, pausing as his eyes met Harrys but he didn't replace his cold exterior or go to unlock the door he just walked over, leant his back against the wall near him and slid down to a sitting position on the floor, the brunette joined him, making sure their bodies where pressed together at the sides, knowing from his research that when one mate of a bonded pair is suffering it helps to have contact from the other, the effects where visible as Draco closed his eyes taking a deep breath then looked up at him almost smiling "Hi " Harry blinked "What no awful insult, no 'Potter'? No nothing just hi?" he was teasing to try to cheer him up and it worked, Malfoy looked at him with a fake haughty look and playfully sneered "Potter your hair looks absolutely awful did you forget to brush it today?" Harry -almost- thought he was back to his old arrogant self until the boys expression turned back to tired but smiling "Better?" he asked and Harry had to laugh, he nodded his head "Yes much...you bloody ferret" grins at him, their banter enjoyable to both boys.

It was like this they sat for about forty minutes until Draco brought up a touchy subject "H-Potter...You didn't tell anyone about this bond nonsense did you?" the Gryffindor looked at him blinking "Why would I do that? I barely believe it" Malfoy frowned slightly "Listen I know you’re a little slow but take this in will you, you can't go sprouting rubbish about this situation it involves a Malfoy for Merlins sake" now this offended Harry, of course he knew that eventually the blonde would slip and insult him truthfully and of course he would be worried about what would happen if someone found out a death eaters son was now bonded with the wizarding worlds white light saviour but that didn't mean he was absolutely bonkers and stupid. "Malfoy I'm not a prick ok just...relax a minute and remember...I'm on your side on this bonding thing" this seemed to work and the smaller boy suddenly felt a bit foolish he looked apologetically at Harry "Sorry Potter....long horrible...cruel day" the other nodded and sighed, then as if without a will of his own he reached over to the blonde, to cup his cheek, just something in his mind bugged him to do it, actually his body was begging him to embrace the boy and well..to claim his lips with his own yet again as he had done a couple of times since the bond had made itself known. But he couldn't and wouldn't right this second, the Malfoy heir was distressed and he needed to fix that before he let the crazy hormone mimicking bond take control once again. One problem was that just as he reached to cup his chin Draco flinched, closing his eyes and leaned away, it was a quick action that was over so suddenly and simply he wasn't sure if he actually saw it, he watched Draco gaze back at him shocked "I'm sorry..."Harry sighed again and knew he would end up sighing a lot more tonight "Draco...I told you before and I meant it when I said it ...and I mean it now...I'm not your father I won't ever hurt you" and with these words Harry again tried to cup Draco's chin, this time successfully and before he knew it the younger boy was leaning into his hand almost purring as he relaxed feeling all of his tension and aching from the morning wash away, as if a trigger had been touched. "Promise?" Harry smiled sincerely "I promise Drake" Draco actually smiled, a real smile at the little nickname feeling butterflies he was sure were never there before in his stomach flutter, one thought ran through both their minds even as the mushy moment continued with them staring into each other’s eyes silently, both their faces relaxed and not giving away their inner irritation, or is it really and that was 'Bloody Bond'.

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Author Note: Ok so I know it’s a lot longer than all the other chapters, I had a lot of ideas and I was on a roll, I had to leave some ideas to chapter 8 as I didn't want to go into a whole new section of the story. Anyway let me know what you think....or something...

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