![]() ![]() He was sure Slytherin Harry would've shared Malfoy's sentiments anybody their age would've because it sounded like a terrifying deal. I used to think that was all right and I was cool with it, but it creeps up on you-that feeling, I mean." I was thinking that nothing's going to be the same after this. Blaise, Ishmael, Pansy… even Crabbe and Goyle-tonight's the last night I'm going to see them in a while, and most of them are none the wiser. Harry chose not to disturb him, more out of curiosity than respect. Maybe it's just been nerves." When he sat back up his eyes went out to the window, where he stared for a couple of quiet minutes. "I've been excited for a while but… I don't know. It's sort of hit me a bit." He bent down to line them up and push them underneath the bed. "You all right, Draco?" Malfoy sat on the edge of his own bed to pull off his shoes. Something was working behind Malfoy's mask. Harry sat up to say hello but saw the careful, guarded expression in those steely eyes. Harry supposed he might be tipsy, even a bit drunk, but despite the bottle of Firewhiskey he'd been hugging he looked surprisingly sober. He took it with a pinch of salt, and turned over uneasily when Malfoy himself strode in around quarter to eleven. He supposed it wasn't bad enough that he couldn't handle it since Malfoy had been giddy and gleeful about it, but that was Malfoy and Harry was always under the opinion that if he himself didn't like something, Malfoy would love it. What really terrified him was the feeling of the unknown which in turn created a sense of being cornered since he had no idea in Hell what was in store for him. They'd expect natural nerves of Malfoy, wouldn't they? He might make a few mistakes, cause a few hiccups, but he could put it down to nerves. ![]() He supposed, he thought, that he could act when it came to it, do the don't-speak-unless-you're-spoken-to thing. It worried him far more than the prospect of meeting his parents for the first time when he thought of it because at least he knew his parents if only in theory this event was unknown, a sphere of mystery to him which he could not pierce regardless of how much time he spent guessing. That choice alone was brave of him which Harry very well knew but there was that niggling sensation that he was going to regret tomorrow's event. He had chosen to stay a Slytherin as per Dumbledore's wise words. All the lamps had been extinguished, and the lake was lapping quietly at the window, and even if Harry had chosen to down a mug of hot chocolate there would still be that terrible gnawing feeling of being trapped. His eyes went past the starry fixtures in the canopy of his four-poster bed, but no amount of darkness could send him on his way to his dreams. ![]()
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