Hold me under the stars-Drarry

Chapter 59

Song=Losing you-Aquilo

Draco

Gray clouds covered the sky, as I exited the black Porsche, Wormtail closing the door fast behind me.

I murmured a quick goodbye before strolling towards the towering castle, a faint sound of the car driving away behind me.

I entered the hallway, letting the sounds of students chatting around me filter through my head.

I walked past a group of muttering girls, all staring at me as I went past them. I noticed how the hallway was slowly emptying around me and I couldn't help but wonder what was going on.

I went past a corner and everything paused as I spotted the familiar brown hair and green eyes close to the lockers, not sensing my presence. My cheeks turned red, and I felt my heart thump hard against my ribs.

I felt his gaze meet mine as I carefully passed him, and though I knew he tried to hide it, I couldn't help but notice the soft smirk tugging the corner of his mouth.

Beside him, the very talkative Hermione Granger was already babbling about some irrelevant topic, fully convinced that her friend was listening. Still, in motion, I neared the corner and quickly caught Granger's gaze. She looked back at Harry in an instant and then back at me. They disappeared from my eyesight as I kept walking, but the chuckle escaping Granger was not to miss.

It took me a few seconds to realize that I wasn't the only one heading in that direction. In fact, everyone was. Further down the hallway, people had started to crowd and I sped up, wanting to see what the fuss was about.

As I got closer, laughs started surrounding me and I jerked my arm through the mass of people pulling myself close to the center.

I quickly looked back and noticed Harry on the other side of the crowd, looking at something, his whole body frozen in place.

Then I noticed too.

There in the middle of the hallway, a locker was slammed directly open, dirt and paint covering the inside. On the floor, the brown dust had spread, creating a small pool entwined with the audience.

On the outside, someone had spray-painted the word "faggot" in red, all over the blue locker.

The voices around me were muttering, small whispers appearing to be discrete but very much intended to be heard. I kept walking toward the locker, my eyes completely fixed on the scenery.

Then I froze.

"Isn't that your locker Malfoy?" A voice asked behind me. I clenched my jaw and turned around. It was Ginny Weasley who'd asked the question.

"It is," I breathed, wishing the words were not true. I straightened my back and looked around, the embarrassment slowly sinking in. I felt my blood boil, and the embarrassment was quickly replaced by rage.

"WHO DID THIS!" I yelled, with every little particle of my body.

Everyone went quiet. I believe someone could've dropped a hair strand and it would have sounded like thunder.

I chuckled and tilted my head in disbelief.

"Come on guys. A masterpiece like this MUST have a creator."

Frightened faces surrounded me and I felt the familiar feeling of power. Oddly enough, it wasn't very pleasing anymore.

"Seriously, if I had been the one doing this, I would really want to at least take credit for it."

Everyone remained silent. I scanned the crowd again, and this time I noticed something. Red spray paint decorated the edge of small chubby fingers. My gaze traced along the arm and finally reached the face of the perpetrator.

Crabbe's small eyes met mine, and the raging fire once again burst through me. I grabbed his shirt so hard that a couple of buttons fell off, pushing him up against the opposite locker, intrigued gazes following the scene from the side.

"DID YOU DO THIS CRABBE!?" I yelled, letting my eyes slowly pierce through his. He looked startled, and his cheeks glowed red, but he remained silent.

"ANSWER ME!" I screamed.

People muttered behind us, and I knew Harry was someplace among them. I wished he wasn't watching.

I tightened my grip on Crabbe and he finally started to stutter: "Yes, I did. But only because someone forced me."

My eyes remained locked on his, internally killing him 100 times.

"The person knew about me. Knew about my secret." Crabbe whispered so the others didn't hear. Hesitation slipped through me by the words.

I let Crabbe go and enjoyed the wheezing sound of his gasps for air. "Don't think I'll ever forget this."

He stumbled back to the group, his gaze plastered to the ground.

"What are you all staring at!?" I yelled.

No one answered. Then, a younger, familiar voice spoke.

"Well, are they true?" Ginny Weasley asked.

"Are what true?" I frowned at her.

"The rumors. This. Everyone says you left school with Harry last week."

Everything stopped. Air was sucked out of the room. My stomach churned. My throat tightened. I felt the humiliating weight of everyone's stares.

All I had to say was yes.

"Of course not," I said more calmly than I thought I was capable of. The words burnt all the way up through my throat.

"They must've seen wrong. I'm not... gay. And I'm definitely not "with" Harry Potter. You would have to be a complete lunatic to want something to do with that...mudblood."

Gasps were followed by the crowd. I stumbled back, not believing what I'd just said.

I didn't look at Harry as I said it. Maybe I wouldn't have said it if I'd just looked at him.

The bell rang, and people started to walk away, carrying on with their lives as if it had been nothing but a short moment of entertainment in their lives. Like a huge lump wasn't stuck in their throat blocking all the air.

Soon only a few were left. One of them being Harry. I finally let myself meet his green eyes. I opened my mouth to say something. Hurt flashed in his eyes as he blinked one time, turned around, and left without a word.

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