Harry Potter One-shots: Part Five

YELLOW: HUG


*Harry’s Point of View*

When my god-father, Sirius Black, dies I blamed myself for it. Buring the war, I fought for him.

I destroyed Voldmort, and the castle along with him. The surviving good sided people, helped re-build; the 7th years that fought, and re-built had a chance to come back when the school re-opened.

Between the re-building and re-opening of the school, Draco and I had gotten closer, and come to know each other. At the start of term feast all returning 7th year students learned that we all would be sharing a commomroom.

The morning of Sirius death day, I woke up early, went outside, and sat the edge of the Black Lake to think about him and cry. School and classes were slow moving for me. After class I disappeared to be alone for a little while longer to mourn. I sat in the Room of Requirement with Buckbeak and cryed. I finally left, and went back to the commonroom to find Ron, Hermone and Neville already back from dinner. “Hey guys, sorry I missed dinner I got busy in the library.” I told the, and gave them a fake half smile. I sat down of the couch closet to the fire, I just stared at it for a while listening to Ron and Hermione fight over doing their homework. The commonroom door opend, and emitted some of the 8th year Slytherins. “Oh my gosh! There-“ Blasie was cut off with an elbow to his side. I heard Draco hiss ‘shut up Zabnii.’ He walked over and sat down beside me. “Sweet heart, what’s wrong?” I leaned my head against his shoulder. “Dray, what’s today?”, “April…wait, that’s today?” I nodded my head in affirmative. “Oh, Harry I’m sorry.” He said, pulled me onto his lap, and wrapped his arms around me. I layed my head on his chest, and the hand that was on my back started an up and down soothing movement. “Oh, Dray!” I started to cry again. “Shh, love. Everything will be ok. It’s not your fault.” He stood up with me bridle style in his arms, and took me upstairs to our room. I was the submissive one in our relationship, and very proud of it. When he got to our door, before he opened it I leaned up and kissed his lips.