Chapter 13 Deep Breath Before the Plunge
Draco didn't know what to say. I'm sorry? I decided I'm not a Death Eater? Even if he did find out what to say, he didn't think he was physically capable as his mouth had suddenly gone dry. Instead, he just stared at Fred stupidly, the redhead blinking back at him owlishly.
The awkward and tense silence was broken when Fred's hoarse voice finally managed to say, "Did you just call yourself a coward?"
Draco stuttered for a moment,wondering why, of all things, he brought that up. "Yeah?" he finally squeaked out.
Fred's gaze roved around the dimly lot room. He looked a little comical with one eyebrow up in speculation.
"Answer me 'yes' or 'no'," he said. "I'm not in the cellar any more."
"Yes. Er, no?"
Fred rolled his eyes. "Is this your room? More specifically, your bed?"
Draco coughed. "Yes?"
Fred smirked. "I'm flattered Draco, but I only like girls."
Draco glared at him, but kept his mouth shut. Fred continued.
"You brought me up here?"
"That's not a yes or no. Anyways, can I assume no one else knows about this other than Libby?"
Draco hesitated. "My mother probably knows." Seeing Fred's suddenly fearful expression, he hurriedly explained. "She was the one who pointed out that you were hurt. She won't tell on us."
"That was definitely not a yes or no answer. But my point is, you did all that, and at risk to yourself. You are definitely not a coward."
Draco blinked. "Okay," he said. He continued to just sit there, unsure of what to do next.
"So," Fred started. " Can I assume that this means you're gonna help me escape?" Fred's eyes were alight with hope.
"Well, uh, something like that. I don't know how exactly how we'll get out yet, with the wards up and all, but I can hide you in here until I figure something out."
"Okay." Draco watched in surprise as Fred settled back down in the blankets, ready to go back to sleep.
"Okay?! That's it? I'm a f**ing Death Eater! The last time I saw you, I left you laying on the floor after I had punched you. I've known you were here for months, and not done anything about it! You could have died, and it would have been at fault! How can you just say 'okay' and be done with it?!" Draco was breathing heavily now, and after a moment he realized that he was on the verge of crying.
Fred was staring at Draco with a look of bewilderment on his face. "I suppose I could yell at you if you really wanted."
"Wha-?" Draco gaped at Fred in disbelief.
"Are you sorry for what you did?"
Draco resembled a fish again as his mouth opened and closed a few times.
"Well?" There was that raised eyebrow again.
"I-yes, of course!"
"I forgive you. Now can I go back to sleep now?"
Draco sputtered for a moment, and finally muttered,"Weasleys."
Fred just smiled.
Draco stood up and made his way over to the couch in the corner.
"What're you doin'?"
"Going to sleep?"
"Seriously? Come on, there's room over here."
It was Draco's turn to raise an eyebrow. "I thought you only liked girls?"
Draco snickered, but then realized just how tired he was. "Are you sure we'll fit?"
"Hey, I had to share a bed with George a while back when I accidentally blew mine up. Our beds were both twin-sized."
He had thought Fred was asleep when he finally crawled onto the left side of the bed, so he jumped a little when Fred asked, "Do you like girls?"
"Not another word Weasley, or I'll push you out of bed."
When Draco finally fell asleep, he dreamed of another redhead.