Losing You
Chapter Four—Losing You
Oscar woke up, the whimpering from the person beside him pulling him away from his sleep. Rubbing the remainder of sleep from his eyes, he turned towards his boyfriend, concerned.
Was Harry having a nightmare? Oscar wondered, gently running his fingers through Harry's hair, trying to calm him down. He didn't like it when Harry was upset, especially with the type of childhood he had. Harry was to be protected, and Oscar had done his best to bring him out of harm's way, making sure he stayed in the secure walls of their home. However, he could never seem to stop the nightmares, even when he slipped tiny doses of Dreamless Sleep Potion into Harry's food and drinks.
Then, Oscar noticed that, no, Harry wasn't having a nightmare this time. He wasn't whimpering either. He was sleep talking, but the pillow was muffling his voice. Carefully, Oscar shifted Harry's face so that he was no longer face first in the pillow, just in case he had a hard time breathing.
Looking down at Harry's face, Oscar noticed Harry was smiling. Oscar's mouth stretched into a small smile as well, glad that Harry was having a pleasant dream for once.
Harry was probably dreaming about him. After all, Oscar made Harry happy, didn't he? He was one of the best part of Harry's life, it made sense.
Pulling Harry into his arms, he brought him close, so that his mouth was close to Oscar's ear. This way, he could maybe make out some of the words he was saying in his sleep.
For a while, the words were disjointed and meaningless, not giving away what his dream was about.
But then, one word was said with clear precision, breaking the silence of the night.
"Draco."
Oscar froze, hands retreating from Harry's figure. His features hardened. Did Harry just call out the name of another guy? In a dream Harry seemed happy in?
Oscar tried to shake the idea out of his head. Harry loved him. Plus, Draco could be the constellation, the Latin word for Dragon…anything, just anything else but another man's name.
Bringing Harry close to him once again, Oscar tried to forget about it and closed his eyes, falling back into an uncomfortable sleep.
Oscar had told himself that he would not let it bother him if it never happened again. However, not only did it happen again, it happened multiple times. And it made him angrier and angrier every time. He couldn't keep telling himself that it was something else, that it wasn't another man Harry was always muttering about in his sleep.
But to be fair, Oscar was sure Harry was not cheating on him. He had put a hidden tracking charm on Harry and he didn't go outside when he was not supposed to. Harry also didn't seem to remember too much of his dream so perhaps he wasn't going to cheat on him. Maybe it was just his subconscious seeping through and Harry was not going to act on it.
That was the problem though. If Harry's subconscious was craving another man—that meant that Harry didn't love him. And that was unacceptable. He loved Harry so much…if Harry wasn't happy and in love with him as well…that was unfair…too unfair. Harry had to love him as much as he loved Harry.
Because of all of this, he had been moody for the past few days. Whenever Harry asked if he could go out, Oscar just had to reject him. Oscar couldn't allow him to go out if he there was a chance that Harry would meet up with this Draco and realise that he wanted to be with him instead of Oscar.
Since he held an important role in the Ministry and could look through all the records without anyone being the wiser, he made a note to find out who Draco was, so that he could make sure whoever he was would never come close to his Harry.
And Harry's friends were posing a problem. They kept enquiring on why Harry wasn't answering their fire-calls and owls, when he was coming back to work, and it was driving Oscar crazy. Why couldn't they mind their own business?
Oscar couldn't afford to be rude to Granger and Weasley either, since they were Harry's best friends, whom Harry had said would remain in his life no matter what, who's opinion he said he always trusted. He had to be nice to them and make sure they liked him, or they could ruin his relationship with Harry. He had to wait until after the marriage…and then he would find a way to drive them apart until he was the only important one in Harry's life. Because he was all Harry needed. He could provide for him, protect him. As long as Harry never left his side, Oscar would be all he needed.
He had told them that Harry was feeling terribly sick, so such that he could not leave the bed and was delirious for most of the day, hoping that that would be enough to appease them. They had asked if they could visit, both looking worried at the news. And although Oscar had been glad that they believed his fib, of course he did not allow them to come, telling them that he did not want to risk them getting sick too if it turned out that Harry's illness was infectious.
They didn't push it, and for that he was grateful. He didn't want to cause any conflict that could give Harry a reason to leave him.
He didn't want to lose Harry, and he would do anything to keep him.
An owl flew into Oscar's office, causing him to look up from his work in surprise. He stared at the owl, eyebrows raised. It wasn't any of his friends' owls, nor was it a Ministry owl, so he had to wonder who had sent this snobby looking owl to his window. The owl seemed to stare at him in contempt.
It didn't wait for him to take the letter from its beak, dropping it on the table before flying off.
He stared at the letter for a moment before picking it up. Looking at the sender's name, he had to wonder something.
Why were the muggleborn hating Malfoys inviting him out for lunch?