Just in case || Draco Malfoy

Eleven - Christmas

"He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made out of, his and mine are the same"

-Emily Bronte

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I heard it often. The door was enchanted to keep me out but there was no need. When I heard the Malfoy boy let out his muffled cries that he tried so desperately to silence, the last thing I wanted was to open the door. I wanted not to see him like that.

I hurt with him. His cries influenced my own. The few months I had shared a friendship with the boy seemed to make me care for him as much as I would a lifetime friend. The way that I heard him hurting hurt me just as much.

I always passed Draco's dorm on the way to my own. Every time, I held my breath and awaited the sounds of him crying. It was more often than not that they arrived. It was barely audible from outside the room. But I still heard. Anyone who tried to listen enough could hear him. But it seemed that no one bothered.

Everyone I heard him I would stand outside his door for no more than a few minutes. I never entered the room or even knocked on it. I never let him know I was there. I feared that I would simply have a door slammed in my face if I tried to speak to him about anything, and I didn't want that. But at the same time I was so desperate to comfort him.

He had still not revealed to me what Snape was talking about two weeks ago at the party. He hadn't revealed anything. His routine of shutting out me and everyone else that tried to talk to him had continued all the way up until now, Christmas Day.

...

He didn't come out from his dorm. On our way down to the common room to open our presents, Blaize knocked on Draco's dorm to wake him up and tell him to come down. All that happened was we heard the sound of the door locking. With a defeated look, Blaize continued down the stairs. I stood at his door for a few more seconds, wondering wether I should try and talk to him, but I followed blaize knowing it was pointless.

"Cass its gorgeous, thank you so much!" And I pulled her into an embrace. She had bought me a golden ring that had a rather large white gem on it and the gold wrapped itself in delicate swirls halfway up my finger. She knew how much I loved that type of jewellery.

In return, I had gotten her the dress that she had continuously expressed that she wanted that she had seen in a small section of the daily prophet. It was second hand but she seemed unbothered about designer dresses, instead obsessing over the little details on this hand me down.

We had all exchanged our gifts to each other after twenty minutes or so, but we each had one left to give. The person they were for, however, wasn't with us.

"I'll go get him" Blaize said before standing up.

"No, no. I'll do it" I interrupted him.

I hadn't told them about what had happened on the night of the party. I simply told them that I couldn't see him in the halls after he was escorted out. I knew that whatever was going on was far more serious than I had first anticipated. The last thing I wanted was the four of them hurting Draco further.

None of them seemed overly concerned about Draco's behaviour. They put it down to him simply deciding to hang out with Crabbe and Goyle instead. They were acting stupid, and I didn't want to insult them. But couldn't they see that it was obviously more than that? Didn't they notice the state he was in?

I made my way up the staircase to Draco's dorm. I stopped outside his door and took a deep breath preparing for him to tell me to go away. I raised my hand and lightly knocked on the door. No answer.