Forbidden Love - Drarry

2 ~ Howlers

Draco cried the whole night. He broke down once he thought everybody had gone to sleep. The others slept through it, they were used to Ron's loud snores that they could sleep through some sobbing. Draco Malfoy the pompous, proud pureblood. Harry new that night that the last 3 years had just been an act, treating people like dirt because he had to keep up appearances. Harry knew that Draco hadn't had a morsel of food to eat this evening; when the feast ended Harry had taken some pumpkin pasties to give to Draco if he wanted - he knew Draco must be very upset right now, and dreading what his family will say about the matter.

 It was very late into the night, the moon shining through the window when Draco quietly pulled back one of the drapes on his bed. Harry watched him pick up Tales Of Beedle The Bard off his bedside table and he tiptoed across to sit by the window. Harry drew back his covers and picked up the pasties of his bed, slowly he walked up to Draco, giving him a fright. Harry silently handed Draco the pasties and whispered, "I saw you didn't eat anything". Draco smiled kindly and nibbled at the pastry.

Draco finished the pasty and stood up, pulling back the drape that was facing Harry's bed and sitting down crossed legged as if he were to say something. Harry sits up in his bed, confused at what Draco wants, surprised he wants to talk at all. Draco wiped a tear from his eye, he stuttered as he tried to form a sentence. Harry decided to say something.

"Look," Harry said, "I'm sorry"

Draco looked startled, he did not expect that to come from Harry's mouth. Draco seemed to pause for a minute, wondering what he should say to that. Harry could see that he was still very emotional, tears began to fall down his face. Harry reassures him, "It's all going to be okay". Stumbling over his words, Draco murmurs, "how can it be okay?! My father is going to hate me, i have no friends in Gryffindor and red is not my colour!"

Harry walks over and sits next to him, he places his hand on top of Draco's, squeezing it and tells him "I can be your first friend".

Draco sniffles as more tears start to flow.  Harry suggests they get some rest and he snuggles underneath his duvet. 

Today was a big day. Draco waited until the others had left for breakfast to get dressed, although Harry had been kind to him last night, he didn't feel comfortable getting dressed in front of them yet. He walked down to the Great Hall with a smile and as he entered his eyes scanned the room for Harry. Draco uncertainly walked over and sat opposite him again, this time not leaving a large gap between himself and Hermione. Ron glanced at Harry but Harry ignored him. Hermione carried on talking to Ron about why she thinkse Divination is useless. Harry decided to ask Draco about his summer and Draco talks all about practising quidditch in his garden and the Quidditch World Cup. Draco feels comfortable here, he can feel the eyes of the whole Slytherin table staring at him as he laughs at Harry's dumb joke but Draco suddenly didn't care; he was happy. 

An owl flew down, placing a newspaper in front of Hermione. Mail was coming. Out of the blue, hundreds of owls came swarming into the Great Hall, carrying envelopes and packages - Draco looks up trying to guess how many contained things people had forgotten to pack. He snickers as Ron opens a parcel with a toothbrush inside. All the mail was done, no letter from his parents, hallalujah Draco thought. But then one last owl came in, dropping a letter right into Draco's eggs. But this wasn't an ordinary letter, this, this was a howler. Draco couldn't bare to open it, his face was panick stricken. He pulled it from his breakfast but as he did so, Harry looked at him. He knew what he had to do, Draco slowly broke the envelope's seal...

"DRACO! WHAT IS THIS TOMFOOLERY? ARE YOU TRYING TO PLAY A NASTY PRANK ON ME AND YOUR MOTHER?". His fathers voice echoed around the hall, everybody now staring at Draco.

"I EXPECT YOU WRITE ME BACK IMMEDIATELY! NOBODY IN OUR FAMILY HAS EVER BEEN IN GRYFFINDOR, AND THEY NEVER WILL BE! IF YOU CAN'T RID YOURSELF OF THE SILLY IDEAS THAT SORTED YOU INTO THIS HOUSE, CONSIDER YOURSELF NOT PART OF THIS FAMILY!"

The letter exploded into Harry's cereal. Nobody said a word as Draco marched out of the room, his footsteps ringing loudly. Harry rose from his seat and ran after Draco, hoping he hadn't gone too far. Hermione and Ron exchanged the same knowing look. Something was up, but what?