Title: Redemption Author: Darcia_23 Beta: Vani Rating: R Genre: action/adventure, romance, angst Summery/ comments: set during the events of Deathly Hallows; what if Draco was there to help? ~this chapter is still not beta'ed- vani's computer is broken right now T__T, but i'll post chapter three anyway... if anyone finds any mistakes or if you think any scene needs more attention please let me know!!
Chapter Three
Draco awoke suddenly, his heart racing after the nightmare he had just experienced. It was still dark out, but he guessed it was early morning. He could hear Ron’s snores from across the room and rolled his eyes, he would never get to sleep again now. He felt Harry stir beside him, rolling over, putting his arm around his waist before snuggling into his warmth. Draco tensed, afraid to move when he felt Harry’s breath on the back of his neck. To his horror he felt his heart flutter. ‘This can’t be happening!’ he thought. He was amazed at the irony that was before him now, his childhood nemesis now snuggling him in bed. If he wasn’t so peeved about the whole situation he would have probably found this mildly amusing. He glanced back at Harry, ‘things could be worse…’ he thought. He suddenly thought of his parents and his throat tightened, he hoped they were…alive at least. Their death would be his fault and even though he was here relatively safe he wondered if he should have refused Snape’s offer to escape and find Potter. No matter how many times he tried to convince himself otherwise he was relieved that he actually succeeded.
‘He’s warm’ he found himself thinking but immediately squashed the thought. He felt Harry move again and his arm dropped lower on his waist. Draco jerked away wanting to fly out of the bed, but stopped himself because the last thing he wanted was for Harry to wake up and find them like this. That would be too awkward.
When Harry’s hand didn’t move, Draco moved it up higher. He felt Harry stir but refused to move. ‘He’s heavy’ Draco thought, “bloody oaf…’ He tried to sleep but Ron’s snores coupled with Harry being so close to him made him realize that sleep was out of the question. He decided he didn’t care what Harry thought and gave him a nudge, “Harry…”
Harry didn’t answer.
“Harry, get off!” he said again nudging harder. When that didn’t work either he gave up and closed his eyes with an exasperated sigh.
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Draco awoke to the sound of someone bustling around the room.
“Oh, you’re awake.” Harry said.
“How can I sleep with all that racket.” He replied.
Harry rolled his eyes and smiled forcing Draco looked away, “Sorry.”
“Well you should be.” Draco snapped.
Harry raised his eyebrows and looked like he was about to say something but decided against it instead continuing to put his clothes in the hamper. Draco rolled his eyes and got up. He rummaged through his new clothes to find something that he would wear. He found a shirt with a Quidditch team on it and trousers.
“You better thank Ron for buying those for you. She made him use his money.”
“I’ll pencil it in.” he said taking off his shirt but stopped before he could take off his pants—he caught Harry staring at him. “Do you mind?”
Harry blushed, “Sorry” and he quickly turned around busying himself with his laundry.
Draco smiled as he quickly dressed. “I’m done, Potter.”
Harry turned around, “Well…er we have to help clean house for the wedding. Mrs. Weasley is going mental”
“Why should I help when I’m not even attending?”
“Come on, why not? It will be fun” Harry said trying to convince him but cursed himself for saying something so stupid.
Draco looked at him, “We’ll see. If I run into any trouble with anyone, I’ll quit.”
“Deal.”
They heard a knock on the door and Draco opened it. He saw it was the youngest Weasley and scowled at her—he almost closed the door.
Ginny found this very annoying (Of all the nerve, under her own roof!) but didn’t let it show. “Is Harry here?”
“Yeah?” Harry called walking to the door.
“Can I see you for a minute?”
“Sure” he said smiling.
He watched them walk away while ignoring the fluttering in his stomach he experienced when he looked at Harry. His eyes narrowed when he saw her take his hand lead him to her room down the hall. He rolled his eyes and shut the door. What did he care? He definitely did NOT have a crush on Harry.
He decided to sit and wait until Harry returned. It wasn’t long before he did. He was startled when he noticed the glare Draco was directing his way.
“Enjoy your quick romp with that Weasley girl?” Draco sneered. He didn’t acknowledge the annoying stab of jealousy that pierced him.
Harry was thrown back by his words. “What?!” he squeaked and instead of feeling anger, he was surprised at the laughter that burst out of him.
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Draco looked away. “Never mind Potter,” he spat getting up.
“She only wanted to show me Bill and Fleur’s wedding present.” Harry chuckled. “If I didn’t know better I’d say you were jealous,” he teased.
Draco shot him a glare and Harry saw that his face was red. “Don’t be ridiculous Potter!” And he left quickly slamming the door.
Harry stood confused and lost for words. He decided to go downstairs and hoped Draco that was all right as he was the twins’ new target. He heard a commotion outside and ran to the backdoor quickly opening it. He found the twins, Ron and Draco outside. He sighed in relief after he realized that Draco was ok.
Harry walked over to them, “What are you doing?”
“Mum told us to de-gnome the garden and Draco was asked to help us, mate,” Ron explained.
“Really?” He said noticing that Draco looked rather annoyed.
“You are going to have to help us too Harry. The buggers just keep coming back,” Ron continued.
Harry agreed while walking over to Draco. The twins and Ron went to their respective parts of the garden.
“What was your problem earlier?”
“It was nothing,” Draco insisted and attempted to end the conversation by chasing after a gnome.
“I still say you sounded a tad bit jealous.” He teased turning his attention to a gnome who was desperately trying to get away, but before he could catch it something hit him on the side of his head and disappeared. “What the—“ Harry exclaimed.
He turned to find Draco smirking preparing to fire another one at Harry. Harry smiled as he dove for a gnome and sailed it at him. It wasn’t long before they were having an all out gnome war as Ron would put it. They were laughing and diving out of the way of the gnomes that they throwing were at each other. When they ran out of gnomes they declared a truce. It was noon now and they noticed that the other Weasleys had already gone inside. Harry and Draco walked to the house, “That was fun!” he said.
“Sure. Whatever Potter. All know is that I’m filthier than a pig.” Draco said looking at his clothes.
“Don’t be such a bloody peacock, Draco.” Harry teased and Draco merely raised an eyebrow as if to say “That is a long established fact, you ponce.”
They were about to go their separate ways when Mrs. Weasley stopped them.
“Boys you promised you would help me today now could you go into the den and polish the wooden furniture…and don’t forget the bookcase, especially the floor!”
“I never promised anything and I need to change.” Draco said walking passed her.
Mrs. Weasley grabbed his arm and Draco jerked it away, “Why, you would just get them dirty again. It’s quite dusty in there. Now go on…”
Draco gave her a challenging glare and Mrs. Weasley scowled at him crossing her arms in a warning; he stepped back—she was rather scary when annoyed. “…Fine,” he sneered following Harry to the den.
She called after them, “When you’re done go ahead and polish the foyer as well!” and she hurried along ignoring Draco’s exasperated groan.