Returned- Drarry COMPLETE

Chapter 61

—Draco POV—

"I think it might be better if you lot leave." I began explaining with a sigh. "He's not feeling well... again." I looked up at Ron and Hermione as they stood from their seats at the table.

"Do you think it's because of us?" Asked Hermione, looking at me with desperate eyes. I didn't have it in me to tell them that it was Harry's own self-destructive nature that had him like this.

"No. He's just..." I sighed. "I'll call you guys later." I made sure to keep my gaze on them narrow, making them understand the silent, secondary meaning behind my words. "But right now I need to help him. Please go home." Ron's eyes widened first, then Hermione's, who silently packed up her books and her papers. Ron went up to me, whispering.

"Is Harry doing that thing where he blames himself for everything?" I held my breath, otherwise keeping my still expression, and gave a single nod. Ron went back towards his wife, keeping his eyes on me. I nodded again, hopefully to reassure that it's okay. I've helped this before.

"Hermione, love, let's get Rose and go... Malfoy." I returned my attention to them when Ron called for me. "Don't let us keep you from getting to Harry. We know our way around."

I stood in my place silently for a moment, debating his words, before leaving the area, all pleasantries and manners forgotten. I trekked across the house, up the winding rickety stairs of Grimmauld Place, to our room, where, to my surprise, I didn't see Harry. But, I could hear him, I could hear his struggling breaths, and his bogey clogged nose that he tried to clear as he wept. This prompted me to believe he was hiding, so, I closed the door silently, as to not be disturbed, and not startle him.

It only took a simple three steps to notice him curled up in the corner shaking, gripping his arms harshly, and with his face buried into a pillow that he presumably took from the bed. He looked a complete wreck, and It scarily reminded me of how he was at the beginning of all of this, when he was still married to Ginny.

Slowly, I made my way over to his corner, stopping at the sound of my door opening. I jumped, looking over to find Scorpius, who, with one look, understood that I cannot speak, and need a moment with Harry. He closed the door again, as softly as he could. I lowered myself onto the floor, beside Harry.

"Hey," I whispered softly, calmly, trying to prompt him to move. My hand traveled to his own as I gently began to pry his now red and veiny hand from his arm, which was being gripped with a force unlike any other. "What's wrong? It's okay. I'm here."

When I did move his grip from his arm, he grabbed my hand with his dramatically trembling own. I moved us slowly, trying to get him to open up his arms, getting him ready to open up his entire demeanor. He clamped up, and I let him move his arms shut, as much as he struggled making any movements on his own. He then fixed his position to accommodate my arm as he once again buried himself into the pillow. I half-laid down, curling against him, feeling the warmth of his grief radiating from his body, and his tears on my hand. Harry gasped quietly, almost as though he were trying to hide it, and I sat up, making it my new goal to get him to breathe the air around us, not the suffocating recycled air against his pillow.

"Hey, let's breathe some fresh air, it'll feel better." I soothed. I wiped the hair that was hiding his face, noting that he was overheating.  "Come on, chin up." I gently lifted his head, and he moved to lean it against my shoulder, staring into the distance with glazed and vacant eyes as he tried to stop his crying. "Isn't that better?" I asked, trying to finish sweeping the hair from his eyes as I planted a small kiss on the crown of his head.

We stayed sitting in silence for a while as I whispered soft, comforting words, feeling him calm down significantly. His breathing was no longer erratic, and he eventually stopped resisting his tears. When I noticed he was no longer red to the face, I tried asking him: "Do you want to talk about it?"

After a moment's silence, he shook his head, sniffling in. I took a second, before speaking again. "Don't worry. I'll be here when you do. There's no rush. Everything is perfectly fine. I'm not leaving." I reassured.

I stood up, guiding him to do so with me. The pillow lay forgotten on the floor as we got close. I cupped his face with my hands, wiping his eyes with my thumbs. Green met grey, and my heart broke at the conflict I saw in him. I leaned in, giving him a slow, tender, loving kiss. Then, I looked at him again, before bringing him into a hug. He hugged me as well, letting out a broken sob. I found myself rubbing circles on his back, closing my eyes tight, pressing him into me.

"Everything is going to be okay."