from The late Mr. Potter chapter 10
Harry was sitting on the beach, looking at the distance. The moon was orange. His knees were pressed against his chest, his arms wrapped around them.
He was wearing a swimsuit but he was completely dry.
Draco’s face turned into a concerned look and he tapped Harry’s shoulder. He looked up, his eyes were glimmering. “You were right, it’s too cold.”
“Why are you crying?” Draco sat down next to him.
“Because it’s cold.” Harry said, like it was obvious. Draco looked at him for a moment.
“Right,” he said, clearing his throat. Draco had a feeling it wasn’t about the cold at all. “are you cold?”
“Yes.” the two shared a look, Draco took off his jacket. He was only wearing a pyjama he’d stolen from Harry underneath.
He put it on Harry’s shoulders.
Draco looked at him, he pinched his cheek with his thumb and index. Harry smiled, he looked at Draco. “I had the weirdest dream when I was asleep.”
“Good, or bad?” Draco had realised in that moment, that not him, nor Harry had mentioned the horcrux thing. Draco wondered if Harry actually knew, he figured Pettigrew would’ve told him.
“I don’t know.” Draco observed him, while Harry stared back at the horizon. He thinned his eyes, he wasn’t wearing his glasses. Draco reached into the pocket of his jacket that Harry was now wearing. “It felt like I was supposed to be happy.” he picked up his pair of glasses, the one he had left on his nightstand. He put them on Harry’s face, hoping he wouldn’t stop speaking. He was barely distracted. “I wasn’t happy.”
Harry looked down, then turned his head. He smiled. “It wasn’t real.”
“Real is good.” Draco said.
“It is.” he fixed his glasses and lifted a corner of his mouth. “It is good.” Harry whispered.
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