All the Quiet Observers (Drarry)

Chapter 12

Harry waited and then sat up abruptly when Draco's eyes widened and he looked mortified.

"No..what?" Draco said in a shaking voice as Harry looked up worriedly.

"No. No."

Draco looked horrified.

"Come over? What?! What do you mean?" He asked loudly and bitterly.

"Dad..wait. Wait a minute."

Draco slammed the phone down and walked over to Harry, a single tear trickling down his cheek.

"What is it?" Harry said in a hushed voice, sitting tensely on the couch.

"My mum died. Had a heart attack," Draco said quietly, plopping down on the sofa next to Harry's no beginning to sofa.

"Harry," he breathed.

Harry couldn't say anything and stared star-fixedly at the wall, his legs stiff.

"You have to hide. My dad is coming over. Now. I need to call him back," Draco sobbed.

"Dray-"

"Just go," Draco said, another tear running from his eye.

Harry stood up slowly.

Draco also stood up.

Harry hugged him very tightly and he stared over Draco's shoulder; too many thoughts were running through his brain; he felt the pounding of Draco's heart and heard his silent sobs.

A few moments later after what felt like forever , Harry let go.

"Ok," he said quietly as Draco walked back over to the telephone.

Harry paced to the hallway and into their room.

He opened the closet door and stepped inside.

He stepped over clothes and books and crouched down, his mind zooming with thoughts and despair.

He couldn't think; he could only sit stone-still.

He left the closet door open a crack and musty light filtered in fully as the muffled voice of Draco's voice and sobs came from the living room.

The only thing that mattered at the moment was that when Draco's dad came, he couldn't find out about Harry.

Suddenly, Harry gasped.

How could they be so stupid?

The doorbell, it said Potter. When Lucius entered the apartment, there would be no Malfoy, only Potter.

"Draco!" He shouted and he dashed out of the closet and into the living room as fast as he could.

"The doorbell! It says Potter!" Harry shouted in a whisper as Draco looked over, his eyes red and puffed.

"Shit. Shit. No," Draco said with his eyes wide open.

"I gave him the address already. He's getting ready to be on his way," Draco said, slamming the telephone down again and putting his hands on his head.

He buried his face into his hands and muffled curses came from underneath.

"Fuck no. Tell him your visiting me or something. It's the only chance," Harry whispered hoarsely, panting.

Harry dashed back to the closet and sat back inside, this time closing it all the way.

Now even more thoughts were swiveling around in his head and most of them were negative.