Just Friends

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I finally understood why Draco acted how he did.

I hadn't left his dorm in days. I didn't want to deal with anyone, especially not when I didn't even want to deal with myself. I would have never seen myself getting involved, and especially not my parents. The both of them, sitting with me during the holidays as though everything was normal, as though we were a happy family. And then those same people were sitting at the same table as Voldemort.

It was noon and I rolled over in the bed and wrapped my body in the covers. I hadn't gone to any classes and didn't leave to go to the Great Hall. I hadn't even gone to my own dorm, scared that Pansy might be there and that I'd have to talk to her. She always knows too much.

I've been wearing the same pair of black sweat pants and black long sleeve, both owned by Draco, of course. I felt hopeless and had felt like that for days. Sometimes there would be a knock on the door, but it was always answered by Draco. It was always someone asking about me which was followed by him lying to our unwanted visitor. "She's not here, mate," or "she's sick, it's not a good idea to see her."

The sick lie wasn't too far off. I was sickly, but not actually sick. Regardless, I stayed in bed. I wasn't reading books as I used to and I wasn't keeping up with my school work. All the papers and assignments that the professors had given to Draco to give to me, were piling up on his desk. I knew this wasn't me and it wasn't the girl I was, but trying to get out of the habit I had made was hard.

I heard a key click into the lock and watched as the door was pushed open. Draco came out from behind the door with a very full napkin in his hand.

"I brought food," he said to me, lifting the napkin in the air. I didn't sit up or acknowledge him more than just a head nod. He came over to the bed and sat by my legs. "Love, come on, sit up." I shook my head and stayed down, curled up in the sheets. "Y/n," he said, a little more stern. He held his hand out for me to grab. I put my hand in his and he pulled me up, sitting with the blankets over my shoulders. He put the napkin in front of me and it fell open to reveal a roll and some fruit inside of it. I stared blankly at it, not wanting to eat what used to be my favourite foods.

"Why won't you eat it?" Draco asked, slightly disappointed.

"I'm not hungry," I told him to which he rolled his eyes at.

"You've been 'not hungry' for three days now. Come on, eat it." He picked the roll up and held it in front of me. I shook my head and looked up at his icy grey eyes. "Please?" he whispered, dropping his shoulders. I knew I was being a pain and all he wanted to do was help me, protect me, and keep me healthy, but my life had changed dramatically and I wasn't very good at taking it all in.

I sighed, taking the roll from his hands and bringing it closer to me. He got a little smile on his face that he tried to hide. I dropped my hands into my lap and saw Draco's eyes follow them, getting confused and worried.

"Y/n please, I know what it's like, believe me, but you need to eat." I reluctantly took a bite from the bread he gave me and it put a small smile on his face. He threw himself backward onto the bed and stretched his arms out over his head.

"You have more assignments, you know," he told me, pointing to the desk filled with papers. I looked over at them then back at him, laying down and resting my head on his chest.

"What does school matter now?" I asked, slightly annoyed.

"It matters a whole deal, darling. It's your education-"

"It's rubbish. I don't need to be wasting my time in charms class," I cut him off. He kept his head facing the ceiling, his arm behind his head, and furrowed his brows.