His Savior (Male ReaderX Draco, year 2)

Part 3

TW: mentions of abuse, read with caution, if you wish to skip don't read within the bold letters

"We're only joking, we came because we aren't able to owl your home. We've got news on things happening around here." George looked down at the shorter male and smiled as he realized that (y/n) was gaining height. "News? We just got here not too long ago, what could've happened in, what? thirty minutes." the
(h/c)ette looked at the small pocket watch before placing it back into his pocket. It might've been odd for him to always carry a pocket watch rather than a wrist watch but he liked the feeling of having a pocket watch.

"Well, Harry almost got suspended from the school because him and Ron stole the car." Fred was moving his hands around in large motions trying to show the situation through movements. "He seems to be able to get out of a lot of things. What happened to the car?" The room fell silent for just a moment before George spoke up, "Well, Ron said it got smashed in the wohmping Willow so mom will be furious. On top of all that his wand broke." a shrug was given but the boy seemed visibly upset, it was bothering the (h/c)ette so he weighed out his options before deciding on something.

"How about I send your mother some money, it could be our little secret and she'll never have to know." The smaller boy smiled but the twins quickly shook their heads. They wouldn't feel comfortable grabbing money from a friend. "No, it doesn't feel right this way, you don't need to be giving us much of anything besides your friendship of course." George took a seat on the edge of a couch and just waited. Most of the time he expected to feel out of place in the Slytherin common room but he found towards the end of last year that he felt comfortable here. It didn't feel any different than it did in his own common room.

"One of these days I'm going to slip a little something into your pockets." (y/n) took a seat next to George and took the opportunity to rest his head on the gingers arm. "You are very comfortable you know." the smaller boy looked up slightly to the obviously taller male. There was no response and the three sat in the common room talking every now and again until it was time for dinner. As soon as the time came the twins said their goodbyes and headed out leaving the (h/c)ette sitting there by himself. He had decided he would make his nightly trip to the kitchen instead of eating with everyone.

Much to the younger boys dismay, he was not the only one that had decided to skip out on dinner. "So.. we're second year students now." Draco wasn't sure how to start a conversation with the smaller male but he knew he had to. He had told his father about the falling out they had and instead of telling him 'let by gones be by gones' he had told his son, 'You mustn't make the boy mad, you know you are to make friends Draco work harder.' so there he was, speaking to a brick wall and wondering why he didn't just play nice all of last year.

"Is there something you need or are you going to continue and torture me with your annoying voice?" the boys (e/c) eyes met with the cool colored eyes of the blonde which made the smaller male look away. Looking at the blonde was more dangerous than (y/n) would care to admit. He knew if he looked for too long he would start having his weird little thoughts. The boy looked over once more but paused as he noticed the chain on the pale boys neck which still held the ring he had given Draco. His stomach felt weird and he knew he shouldn't but he took another glance at the other males face to see a look of confusion and curiosity.

The (h/c)ette felt weird again, he hadn't realized how much he actually missed looking at the blonde. "Your hair is pulled back much more than last year, does your head hurt?" The boy tried to clear his throat as in attempt to clear his emotions as well. He wasn't sure why he was continuing the conversation but he knew that it was useless to walk away now, he didn't want to. "Last year, mother fixed it for me since I was too young to understand what is acceptable. This year I was.. for better words, trained into how I should be doing it." The taller male looked up at the ceiling as the memory flashed in his mind.

The loud voice of his father yelling at him over the presentation and reputation his family held and how they should always look better and be better than others. How they needed him to do better because as of late, he was a disappointment. The boy remembered how hard his little hands trembled as they tried their best to press hard enough with product in order to try and keep it pulled back. He had already failed twice and if he failed once more he didn't want to know what would happen. In the end, the boys efforts went to waste as his father noticed a few missed placed hairs. In a flash of his eyes Draco could remember the clear feeling of his fathers hand colliding with his face. The bruises had taken a month to heal completely.

"You should let it down a few times at least, I can't imagine how comfortable that is for you." (y/n)'s voice had pulled Draco out of his memory, the taller male gave a shrug, "You shouldn't worry about how comfortable I am or if I'm in pain. It would certainly do you no good." The blonde waved a hand in dismissal as he started for the door. He needed air, the room felt as if it was suffocating him. However, the moment he was out the door the
(h/c)ette stood quickly and followed suit.