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the time was 3:05 am. harry was wide awake, unable to sleep. he hadnt slept for the past two days.
“malfoy? are you awake?” he whisper-shouted. he really hoped the other boy was awake. he needed some company.
“jesus christ, it’s three in the morning. why would you need me right now?” it was a rhetorical question. harry couldn’t help but feel relieved about the snarky response.
“can we talk? i’m so bored, and i can’t sleep.” he pleaded. he needed someone to talk to.
malfoy sighed, “fine, but only because i’m bored as well. about what?”
“anything. why are you awake?”
“and why should i tell you that?”
“because it’s a conversation topic.”
“well, why are you awake?”
“hey, i asked first!” harry wrinkled his nose in frustration.
“fine. because my father is relying on me to carry on the malfoy name, but i just don’t know if i can do it. he doesn’t care if i marry a man or a woman, or even a pureblood at this point. just carry on the name. even if it means adoption.”
“why don’t you marry someone like pansy parkinson? i thought you two were friends?” harry tilted his head to the side.
“one, you still need to answer my question. two, i hate parkinson. she’s a right bitch who can’t mind her own damn business. bit like you, i suppose.” he smirked. of course this was funny to him. why wouldn’t it be?
“damn. harsh. anyways, i cant sleep because of nightmares. they keep me awake. i used to use dreamless sleep, but they cut me off because they thought i was addicted or something, i can’t remember now.”
“oh. well, im working on a non addictive dreamless sleep potion. do you want to be my guinea pig?” malfoy inquired. sure, harry was being used for experimenting, but if it meant no more nightmares, then he was in.
“sure. anyways, i’m gonna read one of my books to try and help counteract my nightmares.” harry smiled.
“what book is it?” malfoy looked shocked that harry read. insulting much?
“the love deception.”
“isn’t that some romance thing?”
“yeah. you’re not gonna make fun of me, right?”
“no. theo reads that shit too. is it good?”
“yeah, it’s pretty good. not dickinson good, but good.”
“noted. good night, potter.”
“night.” he said, as he turned on his lamp to read. malfoy turned around, and went to sleep. by the time harry was done, there was loud snoring from the otherside of the room. malfoy’s blankets were half off the bed, and he was sprawled across like he fell from a fifty foot drop. it was really funny, actually. “night.” he whispered again, not expecting a responce.