Story of He and I

Chapter II

I woke up one morning wondering why my heart felt so full, yet so cold at the same time. Then I remembered, Draco and I were connected, mentally. I couldn't believe it, but yet, I could. I felt an attraction toward him from the very beginning. But how, is the question.

It stared off as a normal day in school. I went to class on time and did all my work. Potions didn't seem so bad either. I didn't know it at the time, but it was because I had another person with me, sharing in my day. Believe me, it is very different than going through the day alone, as I have done.

I sat in my seat during defense against the dark arts class, doing a pop quiz. Professor Ruman was worse than Snape. If I could say something like that, then you have to know it's true. He expected us to know a lot more than we learned. It was really unfair. Anyway, I sat there trying to recall the spell used for fire incantations when I heard a voice.

"Incanflamo."

I thought I was going crazy. I mean, wouldn't you if you heard some voice that was not your own speaking to you. 'Huh?' I thought.

"I said, it's Incanflamo," the voice said sounding irritated.

'Oh! That's right, the incantation is inflamo,' I thought.

The quiz went on and answers began to come more easily to mind. Then I noticed that my thoughts weren't my own. That's why the answers were coming so quickly, it was the voice in my mind telling me the answers. I whacked myself mentally. How could I have been so stupid? It was Malfoy all along telling me the answers. But why was he helping me?

'Because you're a bloody idiot. I could do all that in my sleep,' his familiar voice drawled.

I scowled. 'Shove it, Malfoy. I didn't take classes when I was a baby,' I replied.

'Like I had a choice.' His thoughts showed his remembrance of the torturing study sessions with various ugly tutors.

I laughed.

"Is there something funny that you'd like to share with the rest of the class?" Professor Ruman asked sternly, crossing his skinny pale arms in front of his chest.

"No, Professor," I said. I'd have to watch myself.

'Really, Weasley. Could you be a little more obvious?'

'It was just so funny, how you didn't like your teachers, I mean.' It really was. He didn't like all the ugly teachers he had. They were all old and strict, obvious that they had been chosen by his father. No doubt, deatheaters.

Draco's mind suddenly became quiet. But before that, I felt a stab of pain. Then, I could not hear what he was thinking at all. Why was it that he could block his thoughts? What happened to him?! Why was I getting worried over Malfoy? He was only Malfoy...or was he? That thought just had to be saved for later.

I finished the quiz in a short amount of time and handed it in. Professsor Ruman looked surprised. His eyes scanned the paper several times and nodded. Looking up from my quiz, he gave me an approving nod. For the first time in all my years at Hogwarts for any DaDA class, I felt accomplishment. I couldn't wait to tell Draco the news. I had forgotten that he might have been hurt.

At supper in the great hall, all was quiet. Was there something going on that I didn't know about? Everyone seemed to be expecting some kind of announcement. And then it happened, Professor Dumbledore stood up from his seat and announced:

"There has been an accident today. Harry Potter has been gravely injured (gasps) and is in the infirmary as I speak. There will be no classes for care for magical creatures for the next few days. That is all."

Whispers began at once. I blinked. No wonder the dream team had not been in their normal seats. They were all caring for Harry. I wondered why I had not been notified. Why had I been the only one who didn't know? I glanced at the Slytherin table, but Draco was nowhere to be found. Something horrible did happen to him and Harry, I was sure of it.

I didn't want to stay there, not while he could be hurt and needing my support. Pushing my plate away, I got up and walked out. My feet brought me to the infirmary. I had unconsciously wanted to go to see what it was all about. I was not allowed to see Harry, Hermione, or Ron. I had not asked about Draco because I didn't want anyone to know about him and me. I doubted he wanted anyone to know we were friends. Disappointed, I wandered about Hogwarts till it had gotten dark.

"You can't be all that worried," a voice called from the darkness of the halls. It was a quiet, but powerful voice.

I jumped. I had been so preoccupied with my own thoughts that I didn't see anyone. In fact, I didn't see anyone still.

"Who are you?" I asked feeling somewhat annoyed, yet scared at the same time.

"Don't you know?"

Two hands came round my eyes. They were cold, but the body was warm. I shivered.

"Cold, are we?" the voice asked.

'No,' I thought. 'I feel warm and protected.' I began to feel secure of my feelings. I knew I wasn't afraid of this person. This person made me feel safe, rather than afraid. "I'm not afraid of you. I know your presence."

He said nothing at first, but then he released me. Slowly, I turned around. He was in the shadow, but I could still make out his tall frame and finely made robes. "Draco."

He didn't smile or show any signs of feeling. He just stood there, like a pillar. I felt this eerie sort of energy coming from him. I was rather creepy. We stood there for a long time. He finally broke the silence.

"Where were you going?"

"Nowhere."

We stared at each other. I could see that he was not injured. I breath an inward sigh of relief. But there was something wrong with him. He looked troubled.

There were sudden foot steps coming closer. "Come." His one comment sent me following him. It was the way he said it that made me follow him. So mysterious.

We entered a small room full of wonderful things. There were many things in the room, but the one I loved most was a small piano in the corner of the room. I hadn't said anything, but Draco knew I wanted to see it. Slowly removing the wooden covering that protected the keys, he showed me the wonderful instrument.

Answering my unasked question, he began to play a beautiful melody. It was full of sorrow and despair. The memories of his life flooded into me. Every note told me how alone he was. It was like he was telling something that he could not put into words. He was sending me a message though the playing. I did not know what was troubling him at the time, but the song was all that mattered. At once, I fell deeply into the music, drawn into the depth of it.

The last note was played and we sat there in silence. My heart went out to him and I wanted to remove all his pain. Unsure of myself, I stood up and went to him. His face was expressionless, but I knew he was hurting. Pulling his large frame into my arms, I hugged him, knowing that I wasn't enough. "I want to know your pain," I whispered into his ear. His arms wrapped around my waist slowly and embraced me strongly. Once more was that sense of security in air. I could feel his resolve pouring out. Trusting me.

We stayed like that for a long time. The time flew by. The next thing I knew, I waking up on the couch that had been in the room. I was warm and protected, shielded from the world's horrors. I was wrapped in Draco's strong arms. When I woke up, I knew that he was the one I was waiting for all my life. Not only did I want to know more about him, but also I wanted to be with him, forever.