𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐀 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐀

Chapter 12

Long lay the world in sin and error pining

Till He appears and the soul felt it's worth

A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices

For yonder breaks a new an glorious morn

"Oh Holy Night", John Sullivan Dwight

Draco wasn't one hundred percent sure what to do. Potter's head lay on his shoulder, and he was desperately trying to restrain himself from hugging him, and he couldn't figure out how to push Potter away.

It was something that he couldn't pinpoint, but the way Potter had looked when he was talking to Weasley, the way he had panicked when it finally drawn on him that she had, in fact, broken up with him, had all made something ignite inside of Draco.

"She thought I was cheating on her with – with you!"

There was something about the way he had said it that made Draco's stomach hurt. Like it was completely unthinkable that the two of them could ever be anything other than enemies. And really, it shouldn't bother him. But it did.

"I think neither of us are really fit to go to class right now, so how about just calling it a day?" Draco suggested as he pushed those thoughts away. Potter looked up and Draco regretfully let his hands fall off his shoulders.

"Why do you say that?"

"Well you just got dumped and I haven't slept for two nights in a row... so class doesn't look like a great option at the moment."

"Draco Malfoy, skipping class." Potter smiled however and turned to walk to the Tower, and Draco followed right beside him.

"But what about choir?"

"We'll have to attend that, or else everyone is going to think we've died." We. It sounded so weird to use the word 'we' when talking to Potter, but somehow, it made Draco smile. Like they could be a 'we' like he had hoped all those years ago.

"And if they ask why we weren't at the last three classes before choir?" Merlin, now he was using it too, and it did funny stuff to Draco's inner organs.

"We'll say that something happened, and imply that it was a bit traumatic therefore we don't want to talk about it. We can suggest that I wasn't in a condition to go to class afterwards."

"Wouldn't that be lying?"

"Not as I see it."

"Oh? Care to explain?"

"Well, something did happen. Your girlfriend dumped you, and I guess that you don't want to talk about it, and I'm not fit to attend to class since I can barely stay awake."

"If I ever had any doubts that you were a Slytherin, they are now crushed." Harry said wryly.

"Thank you."

It was surprisingly easy to talk to Potter when it was in this civil, relaxed context, and Draco found that he liked it. They walked in a comfortable silence to the Tower and entered. The common room was, as it should be, deserted and Draco claimed the most comfortable couch in front of the fire in a blink of an eye.

It was a rather big couch, and when Draco had lain down and closed his eyes, he felt Potter sit down just above his head.

"I'm hopefully going to fall asleep now, and if you wake me up before necessary be ready to face my wrath."