harry potter: Silence Is Unkind: 1 - In My Wake & In My Sleep (Harry/Draco)
Title of fic: Silence Is Unkind
Title of chapter: In My Wake & In My Sleep
Author:
kirakira_fics
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: PG
Character(s)/Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
Summary: In his wake and in his sleep only one thing dominates his thoughts.
Warnings: Slash implied.
Notes: Written for
2x5obsessions. #3 elusive dreams. 7th year. At Hogwarts. Post-HBP, obviously. HP does not belong to me~
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He turned restlessly in his sleep, tossing the crimson blanket off of him; sweat slowly covering his face. Harry woke as suddenly as every night the past few weeks. He rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand wishing that the image in his head would disappear.
He allowed himself to silently fall back and lie down; hand half covering his face. Harry let out a sigh, as the image of the blond boy still hovered before his closed eyes. The blond boy smirked and mouthed something. Maybe Ron and Hermione were right. Harry shook his head thinking that he probably was obsessing for no reason.
***
Draco walked down the dark hallway of the dungeon. Crabbe and Goyle were closely following, listening to his ranting about having tons of Potions homework again; Harry, Ron and Hermione a few feet behind them could hear them.
“Why is he complaining again?” Hermione said quietly. “We are 7th years after all! We’re expected to have all the homework workload anyway!” she said and heaved her bag so it wouldn’t slip off her shoulder.
“Seriously, Hermione, can’t you ever admit that it wouldn’t be better with less homework?”
“Ron, what are you talking about? This way we learn more things!”
“No, we just cram whenever a quiz pops up and most of the time we’re not even warned! Give us a break. Maybe you can handle it, but I’d like to have some spare time!” Ron complained.
“You have Quidditch, Ron. That should be enough!”
“Qui-Quidditch, Hermione? Seriously, even there someone gives us too much of a hard time.” Ron stared at Harry who was walking quietly on Hermione’s right side. He knew well, by now, that when these two were quarreling he shouldn’t be in the middle. It was unwise. Hermione turned to look quizzically at the Captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team when he didn’t answer.
Hermione looked toward the way Harry was so intently focused and sighed when her eyes feel on the still ranting Slytherin. Casually she nudged him.
“Come again?” he asked, not knowing what the conversation was about.
“I was saying... That a certain someone gives us a hard time on Quidditch practice even though we have tons of homework!” Ron said. “But that someone apparently prefers staring at his crush, than listening to his friends or at least a decent debate about the homework workload of the 7th years.” Hermione gave Ron a warning glance.
“I do not have a crush!” Harry tried to defend himself before Ron could finish. “And what’s wrong with wanting to win tomorrow? I’d like to get the Cup again? Seriously Ron, you are contradicting yourself. During the practices you are the most hyper and excited one. You don’t complain about it!” he said, answering Hermione’s unasked question.
“Someone just wants to have it easy then.” Hermione said, smiling in satisfaction.
They made their way up to the Entrance Hall which was filled with younger students going to lunch. A small group of first year girls giggled as Harry passed them; someone rolled down the marble stairs (sign of the leg-locker curse); an explosion was heard from the first floor; Peeves zoomed above their heads throwing candles at everyone. Hermione casually dodged some on the candles aimed at them before getting annoyed, at which point she threatened Peeves to call Filch. Nothing, but a typical noon at Hogwarts, Harry thought; a faint smile on his face.
“She always takes her Head Girl duties so seriously…” Ron said from his side and pouted. Hermione was arguing with Peeves, who was hovering a couple of feet above her. Harry eyes carefully scanned the Great Hall.
“Ronald, where do you think you’re going? You are a Head Boy!” she yelled back at him, when he and Harry were about to enter the Great Hall. Ron groaned and turned around.
“I’m hungry, do you mind?” he said and turned to continue into the Great Hall. Harry had already sat near by and started adding food on his plate, the smile never leaving his face. Ron started to walk toward him, when he fell flat on his face. Half the Great Hall turned to look at him; some laughed. The Slytherin table, finding that amusing, started spreading sarcastic remarks about the Gryffindor Head Boy and Girl.
Before he realized it, Harry looked toward the Slytherin table to find a certain blond haired boy staring at him, instead of joining the fellow housemates. He wasn’t smiling, nor smirking in the way that only Draco Malfoy could. Ron undid the curse and hurried to help Hermione out. Draco looked to the Entrance Hall and then returned to his lunch.
***
Harry turned to the page Hermione indicated. The Hogwarts library was always a quiet place, but with so many students studying there was considerable noise. Pages turned, huge books were transferred, and students were working on projects. Harry had to admit that the Restricted Section was even worse! And at this point only the three of them were present.
He shifted in his seat and tried to concentrate. The book was saying something about a complex spell Areath the Wise developed. Not understanding half of what the book was saying, he looked up to Hermione who was deeply reading another huge book probably on something ten times more complicated than his. Ron was behind a shelf, looking for something that might provide them with some good information.
He was starting to finally understand something from this spell, when someone entered the section. Harry turned around.
“Neville! What are you doing here?” he asked. Neville quietly waved and went to get a book, before coming over to talk to their table.
“Professor Sprout gave me permission to check out this new cool book that came” he explained; excitement filling his eyes.
“It’s so great that you got the permission, Neville. I’m happy for you,” Hermione said with a smile. It was no secret after all that Neville’s stronger and favorite subject was Herbology.
“Hey is this one good?” Ron popped his head from behind a shelf and held out a thick, black book. Hermione’s eyes widened.
“Where did you get that? Where was it?” she said and went to get the book from him. Ron looked at her puzzled.
“It was over there.” Ron pointed at the top shelf. “Why?”
“Nothing. I guess Madam Pince moved it. Thanks.” She walked over their table, pushed the other books aside and opened the new one.
“Well, I better go. See you around guys.” Neville left as Ron was sitting next to Hermione to check the book she pushed away.
***
It was dark, possibly after midnight judging by the quietness that filled the halls of the castle. A few candles were lit or dying out and most of the portraits were sound asleep. Harry moved towards the end of the hall, realizing he was on the seventh floor, right across the Room of Requirement. What was it that he needed so much? Why would he be here? Right now?
He reached out his hand to open the door. The room was dark inside as well. He entered and looked around curiously. The door slammed shut behind him. Harry surprised, jumped and turned to see what caused the door to shut so loudly.
“Well, well, Potter.” Harry grimaced at the sight of his Slytherin enemy. What was he doing here anyway? “You! Here! I have to admit I wasn’t really expecting you, but then again I was hoping you’d come.” Harry looked at him puzzled. Malfoy chuckled.
“What the hell are you doing here, Malfoy? This is the Room of Requirement, what is it that you needed?”
“I should ask you the same question then” he said casually. Harry looked down unable to find a good excuse. All he wanted to do now was attack him; curse him and make him spill out all of Voldemort’s plans, not really caring whether Malfoy knew them or not. Malfoy started walking toward him. Harry stepped backwards and tripped over something that he later found out was one of the cushions they used back in their 5th year. What was it doing there?
“What do you want, Malfoy?” he asked putting a hand on his now aching back. He winced since he didn’t fall onto the cushion. Malfoy smirked as he approached closer.
“Oh, you don’t know?” he said. Harry looked up at him. There he was again, unable to listen to Draco Malfoy in his own dream. He kept moving his lips, obviously saying something, yet Harry could not hear a single word.
Malfoy knelt down beside him, still talking. His expression changed and somewhat painful looking now. Harry doubted that he would ever see him like this. The blond reached out and placed a hand on Harry’s shoulder, ever so slowly pushing him closer. But everything had already started to fade.
“Shit!” Harry expressed his never-ending frustration. This must have been the thousandth time this had happened. He kept on dreaming on nothing but Draco Malfoy. He relived various encounters, in which his mind played tricks on him and things changed. But he never found these dreams unpleasant. Intriguing? Perhaps. And never unwanted. The fact that he couldn’t hear half of the things Malfoy was saying to him, however, annoyed him and disappointed him somewhat.
“You should sleep…” A sleepy voice said from the bed next to his. Harry looked over at the half-asleep figure of Ron. “Match tomorrow…” he added and turned to his other side.
“I would sleep, if I knew what it is that he tries to tell me every single night.” Harry lay back down and closed his eyes, quickly emptying his mind of all thought, but one.
Note: This is the first part. Although I wanted to be a one-shot... Go figure. Hope you liked it.
Title of chapter: In My Wake & In My Sleep
Author:
kirakira_fics
Fandom: Harry Potter
Rating: PG
Character(s)/Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
Summary: In his wake and in his sleep only one thing dominates his thoughts.
Warnings: Slash implied.
Notes: Written for
2x5obsessions. #3 elusive dreams. 7th year. At Hogwarts. Post-HBP, obviously. HP does not belong to me~
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He turned restlessly in his sleep, tossing the crimson blanket off of him; sweat slowly covering his face. Harry woke as suddenly as every night the past few weeks. He rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand wishing that the image in his head would disappear.
He allowed himself to silently fall back and lie down; hand half covering his face. Harry let out a sigh, as the image of the blond boy still hovered before his closed eyes. The blond boy smirked and mouthed something. Maybe Ron and Hermione were right. Harry shook his head thinking that he probably was obsessing for no reason.
***
Draco walked down the dark hallway of the dungeon. Crabbe and Goyle were closely following, listening to his ranting about having tons of Potions homework again; Harry, Ron and Hermione a few feet behind them could hear them.
“Why is he complaining again?” Hermione said quietly. “We are 7th years after all! We’re expected to have all the homework workload anyway!” she said and heaved her bag so it wouldn’t slip off her shoulder.
“Seriously, Hermione, can’t you ever admit that it wouldn’t be better with less homework?”
“Ron, what are you talking about? This way we learn more things!”
“No, we just cram whenever a quiz pops up and most of the time we’re not even warned! Give us a break. Maybe you can handle it, but I’d like to have some spare time!” Ron complained.
“You have Quidditch, Ron. That should be enough!”
“Qui-Quidditch, Hermione? Seriously, even there someone gives us too much of a hard time.” Ron stared at Harry who was walking quietly on Hermione’s right side. He knew well, by now, that when these two were quarreling he shouldn’t be in the middle. It was unwise. Hermione turned to look quizzically at the Captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch Team when he didn’t answer.
Hermione looked toward the way Harry was so intently focused and sighed when her eyes feel on the still ranting Slytherin. Casually she nudged him.
“Come again?” he asked, not knowing what the conversation was about.
“I was saying... That a certain someone gives us a hard time on Quidditch practice even though we have tons of homework!” Ron said. “But that someone apparently prefers staring at his crush, than listening to his friends or at least a decent debate about the homework workload of the 7th years.” Hermione gave Ron a warning glance.
“I do not have a crush!” Harry tried to defend himself before Ron could finish. “And what’s wrong with wanting to win tomorrow? I’d like to get the Cup again? Seriously Ron, you are contradicting yourself. During the practices you are the most hyper and excited one. You don’t complain about it!” he said, answering Hermione’s unasked question.
“Someone just wants to have it easy then.” Hermione said, smiling in satisfaction.
They made their way up to the Entrance Hall which was filled with younger students going to lunch. A small group of first year girls giggled as Harry passed them; someone rolled down the marble stairs (sign of the leg-locker curse); an explosion was heard from the first floor; Peeves zoomed above their heads throwing candles at everyone. Hermione casually dodged some on the candles aimed at them before getting annoyed, at which point she threatened Peeves to call Filch. Nothing, but a typical noon at Hogwarts, Harry thought; a faint smile on his face.
“She always takes her Head Girl duties so seriously…” Ron said from his side and pouted. Hermione was arguing with Peeves, who was hovering a couple of feet above her. Harry eyes carefully scanned the Great Hall.
“Ronald, where do you think you’re going? You are a Head Boy!” she yelled back at him, when he and Harry were about to enter the Great Hall. Ron groaned and turned around.
“I’m hungry, do you mind?” he said and turned to continue into the Great Hall. Harry had already sat near by and started adding food on his plate, the smile never leaving his face. Ron started to walk toward him, when he fell flat on his face. Half the Great Hall turned to look at him; some laughed. The Slytherin table, finding that amusing, started spreading sarcastic remarks about the Gryffindor Head Boy and Girl.
Before he realized it, Harry looked toward the Slytherin table to find a certain blond haired boy staring at him, instead of joining the fellow housemates. He wasn’t smiling, nor smirking in the way that only Draco Malfoy could. Ron undid the curse and hurried to help Hermione out. Draco looked to the Entrance Hall and then returned to his lunch.
***
Harry turned to the page Hermione indicated. The Hogwarts library was always a quiet place, but with so many students studying there was considerable noise. Pages turned, huge books were transferred, and students were working on projects. Harry had to admit that the Restricted Section was even worse! And at this point only the three of them were present.
He shifted in his seat and tried to concentrate. The book was saying something about a complex spell Areath the Wise developed. Not understanding half of what the book was saying, he looked up to Hermione who was deeply reading another huge book probably on something ten times more complicated than his. Ron was behind a shelf, looking for something that might provide them with some good information.
He was starting to finally understand something from this spell, when someone entered the section. Harry turned around.
“Neville! What are you doing here?” he asked. Neville quietly waved and went to get a book, before coming over to talk to their table.
“Professor Sprout gave me permission to check out this new cool book that came” he explained; excitement filling his eyes.
“It’s so great that you got the permission, Neville. I’m happy for you,” Hermione said with a smile. It was no secret after all that Neville’s stronger and favorite subject was Herbology.
“Hey is this one good?” Ron popped his head from behind a shelf and held out a thick, black book. Hermione’s eyes widened.
“Where did you get that? Where was it?” she said and went to get the book from him. Ron looked at her puzzled.
“It was over there.” Ron pointed at the top shelf. “Why?”
“Nothing. I guess Madam Pince moved it. Thanks.” She walked over their table, pushed the other books aside and opened the new one.
“Well, I better go. See you around guys.” Neville left as Ron was sitting next to Hermione to check the book she pushed away.
***
It was dark, possibly after midnight judging by the quietness that filled the halls of the castle. A few candles were lit or dying out and most of the portraits were sound asleep. Harry moved towards the end of the hall, realizing he was on the seventh floor, right across the Room of Requirement. What was it that he needed so much? Why would he be here? Right now?
He reached out his hand to open the door. The room was dark inside as well. He entered and looked around curiously. The door slammed shut behind him. Harry surprised, jumped and turned to see what caused the door to shut so loudly.
“Well, well, Potter.” Harry grimaced at the sight of his Slytherin enemy. What was he doing here anyway? “You! Here! I have to admit I wasn’t really expecting you, but then again I was hoping you’d come.” Harry looked at him puzzled. Malfoy chuckled.
“What the hell are you doing here, Malfoy? This is the Room of Requirement, what is it that you needed?”
“I should ask you the same question then” he said casually. Harry looked down unable to find a good excuse. All he wanted to do now was attack him; curse him and make him spill out all of Voldemort’s plans, not really caring whether Malfoy knew them or not. Malfoy started walking toward him. Harry stepped backwards and tripped over something that he later found out was one of the cushions they used back in their 5th year. What was it doing there?
“What do you want, Malfoy?” he asked putting a hand on his now aching back. He winced since he didn’t fall onto the cushion. Malfoy smirked as he approached closer.
“Oh, you don’t know?” he said. Harry looked up at him. There he was again, unable to listen to Draco Malfoy in his own dream. He kept moving his lips, obviously saying something, yet Harry could not hear a single word.
Malfoy knelt down beside him, still talking. His expression changed and somewhat painful looking now. Harry doubted that he would ever see him like this. The blond reached out and placed a hand on Harry’s shoulder, ever so slowly pushing him closer. But everything had already started to fade.
“Shit!” Harry expressed his never-ending frustration. This must have been the thousandth time this had happened. He kept on dreaming on nothing but Draco Malfoy. He relived various encounters, in which his mind played tricks on him and things changed. But he never found these dreams unpleasant. Intriguing? Perhaps. And never unwanted. The fact that he couldn’t hear half of the things Malfoy was saying to him, however, annoyed him and disappointed him somewhat.
“You should sleep…” A sleepy voice said from the bed next to his. Harry looked over at the half-asleep figure of Ron. “Match tomorrow…” he added and turned to his other side.
“I would sleep, if I knew what it is that he tries to tell me every single night.” Harry lay back down and closed his eyes, quickly emptying his mind of all thought, but one.
Note: This is the first part. Although I wanted to be a one-shot... Go figure. Hope you liked it.