TW; Mentions of suicidal thoughts and self harmIt was yet another day and yet another evening as I secretly made my way to the seventh floor. I had left Ginny and Luna is the library, so let's see if anything happens with that whilst I'm gone
My eyes scanned the corridor as I then saw Crabbe and Goyle in their disguises - a new plan by Draco as he knew Harry was watching him. The sent me subtle nods as I hurried past
Send me to where Draco is
The door willingly formed moments later as I then quickly pushed it open. I carefully closed it behind me before making my way around the numerous piles of objects which looted the room. My body weaves through the stacks as I made my way over to Draco who sat on the floor
I softly fell onto the sofa, alerting him of my presence. My eyes then trailed to the vanishing cabinet that sat in front of us
"I thought I said I didn't want you here when I'm doing this" He groaned, gesturing to the cabinet
"Don't worry" I sigh, knowing he didn't want me to help him as it was one, his task and two, he didn't want the weight of this soon to be tragedy resting on my shoulders "I'll just sit here to give you company whilst you work"
"Whatever" He muttered
"Don't give me that attitude mister" I replied. He looked up as our piercing grey eyes met
"Still can't believe you've got grey eyes now" He mumbled under his breath, looking back down to the books
"And I can't believe your hairs gone even blonder" I retort "Even when you spend zero time in the sun nowadays"
"Well I'm busy"
"Yeah you locking yourself in here us both being busy but also suspicious" I sigh, looking up at the objects "You need to try show your face more before people become more suspicious"
"I'm fine" He huffed "Only one who's got a problem is Potter, Weaslebee and the mudblood anyway"
"Yeah well there's a reason to that" I said under my breath "You don't look the same like before"
I turn on my side to look at him again. He had seemed not to hear me so I raise my eyebrows
"Draco"
No response
"Draco"
Yet again no response
"DRACO"
"What" he hissed, slamming the book on the floor
"Listen to me" I lowly said "You need to sleep, you need to start eating and looking after yourself again because it's visibly taking a toll on your body. You've become unnaturally pale like your turning into a ghost"
"I can't" He mumbled, not meeting my eyes
"Why not?" I questioned, annoyed that he's not putting his health first
"Because it stops it"
"Stops what?" I ask however, like before, receive now response. The boy just sits there idly, staring at the stone floor "Stop what Draco?"
"The pain" He mumbled, tears glazing over his stormy eyes
"What pain?"
"THE PAIN OF DOING THIS" He shouts into the air "The pain of being alive...just the pain of everything"
"Oh Draco" I gasp as he begins to sob into his hands. Instantly I drop to his side, pulling him into my arms. My own eyes fill with tears as I hold his large shaking body
"It was an accident" He suddenly said after a moments silence, catching me off guard. I tilted my head to look at him with an eyebrow raises "I didn't mean to it was just so...appealing"
My eyes follow his gaze to his wrists which make my eyes widen. Both my lips part as I let out a quiet gasp
"Draco...did you cut yourself?" I quietly ask
"It was an accident" He truthfully repeated, breaking down even more "i just wanted to end it. I didn't-"
"Shhhh" I soothed, combing a hand through his hair "I know it was an accident...it always is"
I keep him in my warm embrace as I gently rock us back and forth. His head laid on my chest as he listened to my heartbeat which I attempted to keep in a soft rhythm as he slowly calmed down
"I want you to talk to me" I whisper "Even if I'm with my friends just please come and find me"
He squeezes me tighter, as his arms were wrapped around my waist, to show that he got the message. We sat like that for many more minutes as I hummed under my breath whilst rocking him back and forth
Eventually I hear his breathing properly even out and his body limply leant against mine. I lean my head around to see his eyes closed. A small smile graces my face as I hold my peacefully sleeping cousin tighter. To make him more comfortable, I remove his tie with one hand so it wasn't strangling around his neck
A quiet sigh escaped my lips as I was relieved he was getting sleep. Hopefully it would encourage him to sleep more so he didn't look so pale. It truly did pain me to see him like this. All I wanted to do was set him free from this life he's been forced to live, for his to be happy and have the fun he's seemingly never had. I looked at the boy, placing a kiss on his head
"We'll get through this Draco"
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Ophelia || Harry Potter
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