Author: essenceofthedark
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Author's note: Last chapter wasn't good, I know, please bear with me. Oh and Draco's being a prat as always, but that's why we love him, right?
Music I listened to while writing this fic: Nightwish, Disturbed and Rammstein.
Chapter three: A sleepless night
I sat on my mattress resting my arms on my knees, glaring at the black-haired, green-eyed boy that were sitting as far as way from me as possible glaring back in exactly the same manner. How did anyone actually expect me to sleep only one metre away from him? As if I trust him enough to slee…, scratch that, I don't trust him at all.
The muggle-clock beside our, I shuddered as I thought that, mattress said in big red letters: 02:45 PM. In other words; far past normal bed-time, but none of us made a move to go to sleep. Not surprisingly none of us wanted or trusted the other enough to go to sleep while the other one was still awake, free to hex the other in his sleep.
I saw Potter stifle a yawn, something I found understandable, I was tired too, but he didn't need to know that, now did he?
"Tired, Potter?" I drawled while my Malfoy-smirk™ played on my lips. It was the first anyone of us had said to each other after the Clairvoyance lesson.
"No way" he replied quickly, not wanting to be outdone by me. He was, however, betrayed by another yawn.
"I think you are, Potter." my eyes twinkled mischievously "go to sleep, I promise I won't hex you… too badly that is" He just gave me a death-glare back and suddenly I noticed that his groggy face and tousled hair along with him trying to stay awake, made him look as if he had just awakened, and quite ador… the thought died in my head before I finished it. No way, I did not just think that, I was probably just tired. Refusing to dwell on it anymore I started to muse over how much I hated his brown windblown locks, his twinkling green eyes that sparkled with anger every time I and he had one of our run-ins, and his damn fortune whenever he rode a broom. Yes, there was no doubt that I hated the boy that sat in front of me, trying hard not to doze off and only by some kind of wonder he didn't.
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The clock rang loudly. Too loudly. I winced by the sound of it, after having been awake all night all my senses had become too wary and were now reacting to all kind of impressions. Phew, I'm glad I'm not a dog, or any other animal, if I had been I think I would have died from overload in my sense-system. Feeling a bit groggy, not that I showed it of course, that simply wouldn't do, I looked at the clock. In big red digits it read 06:00 AM, way too early for a Malfoy, or any other creature for that matter, to be up and about. But we had to get started now so the house elves could fix the Great Hell, as I had started calling it since I found out I had to sleep there with Harry Bloody Potter beside me for a week, before breakfast.
Resisting the urge to yawn I rose stiffly from my uncomfortable sitting position and looked over at Potter. Who would have thought that I'd ever be sitting awake watching him all night? Not me, that was for sure. I mean, why would I want to look at Potter all night except to make sure he didn't hex me?
"You coming Potty? I don't know about you, but I'd like to go and get changed etc before breakfast…" I said, too tired to keep up the normal amount of scorn in it so it came out sounding quite friendly. However, I was too tired to care about that for the time being, I barely was awake enough to keep up my composure and pretend that I wasn't tired.
At the sound of my words he slowly turned his head up so he could look at me where I stood, rather patiently I might add, and waited for him to get up. His eyes were half lidded by sleepiness and he was starting to get dark rings under his eyes. At the sight of the dark rings I tsk-ed in my mind, if we were going to spend the week together the least he could do was to keep his appearance decent and pleasantly to look at so he didn't make me look bad. Then I noticed his clothes, they were all wrinkled after him having spend his whole night in them. I almost grimaced thinking that something had to be done about it.
Suddenly he sighed before quietly mumbling: "Yeah, yeah, I'm coming". I smirked at the thought of him obeying me, as it really should be all the time. Then he rose slowly from where he had been sitting all night and followed me out to a bathroom after we both had picked up our toiletries.
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"Hurry up Potter, unlike you I don't wanna spend the rest of my life in here" I said loudly enough for him to hear through the door to the toilet. He came out of the door looking rather pissed at me as I heard the toilet flush down.
"Oh shove it, Malfoy" he mumbled tiredly. Looking at him I frowned disapprovingly. He looked ready to drop dead right there and then, his hair was even more messy than I had ever seen it, his glasses were slanting and he still had those depressed looking dark rings under his eyes. I simply couldn't show myself in the company of someone that looked like a living dead, nay worse. I rolled my eyes and pointed my wand at him.
"Glamourius1"
To Be Continued
1 . I can't find my latin dictionary… so sue me if it sounded bad, IT'S NOT MY FAULTscreams as men in white coats puts her in a white van
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