I'm his | Draco Malfoy

Don't say my name

The following days are nothing but relaxing to me and I think to Harry too.

We spend every afternoon playing Quidditch in the backyard pitch, and every morning chatting randomly. We didn't do it on purpose at the beginning, but we just have so much to tell to each other as best friends, that it often takes up all the time.

We also talk about what we think of students and professors at Hogwarts (I found out he doesn't believe Daphne to be very nice but quite pretty and smart), Dad and his youth best friends (the so called 'marauders'), Harry's parents, my family (he hates Mom) and, yes, Draco and his relatives (he hates his parents and every single name I tell him from the Christmas dinner).

A topic which never is missed in our conversations is Voldemort and his followers, unfortunately.

Harry is painfully aware of the danger that Him returning would mean. I guess it's normal, since his parents are dead because of him, but I hate to see him this worried. It's like he's grown up all in one year. Like he's preparing to fight him already.

He uses to say I'm naïve because I don't see why bothering overthinking about something that doesn't depend on us. If Voldemort wants to return, he will, no matter what two teenagers do about it. I know Harry isn't a normal teen, and I am not either since I'm related to the Dark Side, but anyway.

On our last day together, we find ourselves speaking of Draco, specifically our relationship. I'm sure Harry brought the conversation here on purpose, but I don't mind. I miss Draco, despite everything that happened last time I saw him, and talking about him makes me feel him closer to me.

"So what's he like, huh? When you're together, I mean" Harry asks, his head laying on his pillow. Mine is resting on his womb, as we always did when we were kids.

"He's very kind and sweet. He's thoughtful, he always knows what to say to make me feel better." "I can't imagine." "I couldn't either. But he's really surprising." I pause for a few seconds, looking at Harry's face, but he seems calm.

"It's obvious he didn't have a childhood, Harry" suddenly I'm desperate for him to approve my boyfriend. "It's not his fault he's made some mistakes in the past. If only was he allowed to be happy..." "He's not a victim, Via" Harry says firmly. "He's a bully."

"No he's not" I murmur. "He's mean to people. He's not friendly to y'all, I know. But he is to me. I think he just doesn't know how to show his best side." "You said that to Dad and Moony too" Harry remembers. "Well it's true. I think he was just born in the wrong family."

"Families aren't that important." "Yes they are. Who do you think I would have become if I would have grown up in the Manor alone? Wandering in those halls, terrified of the secrets, with dark faces around me, rather than playing Quidditch in a cozy house with smiles everywhere?"

"You're different." "You don't know that. After all, I ended up in Slytherin didn't I?" He doesn't answer.

"He's got traumas, Harry. I'm serious about this. He needs help, and I'm trying to give him it, because he deserves it."

"Unbelievable. He really got you heh?" He stands up and I'm forced to leave his side.

"What do you mean?"

"He's manipulated you, Olivia, and I can't believe you didn't see that coming."

I am silent.

"Remember when you thought he sucked too? At the beginning? He's rotten."

I startle. I can't believe I'm hearing these words.

"He's an asshole. He treats people badly, he's mad about being a Pureblood spoiled brat, and nobody likes him for a reason."

"Yeh maybe you manipulated everyone huh?" I whisper.

"I can't believe you Harry. I thought... we were getting to understand each other."

"We are, Olivia, we are, but I can't stand that shit about Malfoy. He'll have you hurt in little time if you believe all his lies and masks he puts on."

"You don't know him! How can you say that Harry? What would you think if I told you something about your friends?!"

"You don't know him either! And I've known him for years."

"You've known the side he wants everyone to see!"

"What do you think you've seen? His true soul? Oh for Merlin's beard, I can't believe I used to think you were smart."

Harry seems really awestruck now and I am too. How can he say such things?

"You know, he's been there for me when I was alone. Where were you then huh? Perfect Harry Potter, where were you?"

"Open your fucking eyes, Olivia! Open them and not just to giggle at Malfoy, God! He's a bad person. Everyone knows it and you'll be the last one noticing it!"

He walks up to me, close.

I glare at him.

"You can't be serious right now Harry" I murmur. "You're not like that. You were not like that when we were kids."

"I'm not a kid anymore."

Something breaks in me.

"Obvious isn't it" I snap. "You're just a snob, spoiled, mean, egoistic and arrogant dick!"

The burning on my cheek arrives faster than I can see his hand moving. I step back, wobbling. Tears start to exit my eyes, giving relief to my hot face.

"What-" I pause, not knowing what to say. And why should I say something?

Am I the one who did something wrong?

"Olivia-"

"Don't say my name" I whisper. I'm looking in a void.

"I don't..."

His expression changes quickly, his eyes darken, his figure becomes steadier.

I look up at him now, my hand on my hurting cheek, tears frozen on my skin.

I try to see a reason in his eyes but can't find anything other than smugness. I look down, completely shocked.

I walk out the room. My whole body is trembling. My heart too.