Resorted

Chapter Seventy-Two

I'm not going to lie, I cried writing this because I just have an attatchment to the character no matter how much I like to dislike them.

Recap:
- Harry was suspended for a week because of the Sectumsempra incident.
- In the paper was Narcissa's death. Draco broke down in the bathroom. He cast a spell, Harry cast Sectumsempra

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One week later and Harry felt the slightest bit better. He and Draco had owled every once and a while. At first, it was as awkward as ever. They couldn't ask 'how are you?' they couldn't talk or function without thinking of the incident. Along with Draco's owls came Dumbledore's visits and the Pensive and more backstory into Tom Riddle. But, one day, when they finished watching a memory, Dumbledore turned to Harry telling him he was going Horcrux hunting.

"Well, I'm coming with you." He indignantly stated, puffing his chest out unconsciously.

Dumbledore side but then smiled. "Harry, my boy, you will stay here. You are needed here, for now." Harry's eyes trailed to Dumbledore's blackened hand. "Do not worry about me, I will do just fine on my own." The Raven-haired teen knew better than to argue back.

Back at Hogwarts, Harry was first greeted by Hermione. "Oh Harry, you're back!" She exclaimed, throwing her arms around him holding on tighter than a sloth to a tree. Promptly, she swatted Harry on the arm then the chest. "How stupid are you? Harry Potter you couldn't be any thicker even if you tried!" He smiled, glad to be back with his best friend.

Now, Dinner was an affair. It was a terrible, out right uncomfortable time. Upon entry, conversations came to a stop and his name was attracted to whispers like a magnet to metal.

It was Harry's first time seeing Draco in person and there was no trace of the teen he loved left on his face. Draco's eyes were as hard as flint and Harry's slight movement rubbed the stone with it. Posture was back to its aristocratic way, no gorgeous smile graced those lips.

Similarly with Blaise and Pansy: they turned their noses up at him and glared.

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During the week Harry was away, Octavia and Ginny finished the cabinet. Luna didn't help, participate or even know what was going on. She comforted Ginny when Narcissa was in her dormant state. At night, Luna basically lived in Gryffindor Tower.

And Blaise talked more with his sister, who didn't seem like her usual self. Usually, Octavia was sarcastic, witty and willing to talk. Recently, her skin was duller and eyes were paler. She spoke in simple sentences or single words. Feeling the need to, Blaise told Draco and Pansy. The blonde told Blaise to be weary. To try not and give too much stuff away.

Assessing the Slytherin table, Harry quickly made his way to Ravenclaw.

"Hey, Draco." Harry whispered, closing the door to their room with a light click. In the deathly silence, all that was heard was the soft footsteps of Harry's feet on the carpet. Sitting in the middle of his bed, Draco softly closed the book he was reading.

"Hey" He replied. Crossing his legs Draco shuffled back on the bed until there was enough room for Harry. "What is it you want to discuss?"

"..." Harry couldn't reply yet. Too busy thinking of what to say. "You and me, mainly."

"Right." Draco said looking at his legs and only feeling the shift of the bed when Harry sat down opposite him. "What is there to discuss?"

"What do we do... going forward?"