Anathema [Drarry Fanfiction] [ON HOLD]

Chapter 25

"Draco, mate, you're back!" Blaise cheered as he entered the dorm.

"Hey, Blaise. It's good to see you again." Draco smiled drearily. He still felt empty, even after leaving the mansion. "Did I miss anything while I was gone?"

Blaise seemed to stiffen at his words and nodded his head slowly. "Yeah, actually..."

"What happened? Is everything alright?" Draco grew anxious.

"Yeah- no? I'm not really sure, but while you were gone something happened to Harry, and-"

"- why the hell didn't you start with that!?" Draco yelled nervously. "Is he alright!? What happened!?"

"Draco, calm down!" Blaise sighed. "He's fine. He just had some sort of panic attack in the bathroom yesterday — at least, that's what they're calling it." He explained. "Don't worry, he's fine now."

"Good" Draco released the breath he was holding. He didn't want anything to happen to Harry; especially not now. "Sorry I yelled at you... I just had a crap time at home."

"Oh yeah" Blaise nodded. "What did the old bats have to say?" He joked awkwardly, hoping to lift Draco's mood.

"Trust me, you don't want to know" Draco sighed and shook his head.

"Okay..." Blaise really wanted to know what was troubling his friend, but he knew better than to intervene with "Malfoy problems". "I was actually just about to grab my essay for astronomy, want me to wait while you unpack?"

Draco shook his head. "No, it's okay. You go ahead, I just need a minute."

Blaise smiled and grabbed his essay before disappearing out the door, leaving Draco alone in the green and silver decorated room — the feeling of dread reappearing through his body.

"I'm sorry" Draco whispered and continued to pack the last of his things.

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On his way to his first class - charms with Ravenclaw - he was met with whispers and stares from the few students who where left in the halls.

"... Harry seemed off during breakfast..."

"... What did you expect, Harry..."

"... Harry..."

"... Harry..."

It all made him begin to think that whatever happened while he was away was definitely more that "a panic attack".

When he arrived in class the professor, luckily, hadn't arrived yet; but the only seat left was the one in the middle row next to Quinton Wither — one of the many people Draco hadn't had a great feeling about.

"Oh, I see you've finally returned" Quinton snickered dramatically. "How was your parents? They say anything interesting?"

Quinton was being a little too nosy, almost like he already knew the answers to his questions.

"Whatever you're doing, Quinton, stop" Draco warned. "I have no interest in talking to you about anything. Especially not my family."

"No need for that, Malfoy" The boy smirked. "I already know everything that I need to." He said in a hushed tone and gestured down to his arm, which was covered by his white expensive shirt.

"What are you-" Draco started, but was cut off by the professor entering the classroom.

' Guess I'll just have to talk to him later '