An Angel's smile//Drarry

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Malfoy slammed the door behind his back. The room stayed quiet for a while until eventually, people went back to having fun. Especially Zabini, who was snogging some random girl I'd never seen before. I looked at him, "Aren't you going to go up, help him or something?", I asked curiously. Malfoy had seemed in a bad state after all and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't the tiniest bit worried.

Zabini looked at me, "You're right. Except I'm a bit busy right now. Could you go in my place?", he asked, his hands caressing the girl's waist.

"No?", I answered, Malfoy was still my rival. Why would Zabini even ask? "It'll be fine, just hold him so he can't escape your grip and help him breathe. It's not hard!", the Slytherin said, but before I could protest, his tongue was already down the girl's throat.

I sighed, climbing the stairs and opening the door. Malfoy was stumbling around the room, trying to find something to hold on to. He was hyperventilating, grabbing at his throat, tears streaming down his face. Bloody Hell, not what I expected. He hadn't noticed me, but my first instinct was to run forward, wrap my arms around his chest and breathe with him.

So that's what I did. His back against my chest, our breaths, and heartbeats in sync. He fit perfectly in my arms.

This was the first time I'd noticed how skinny he actually was, as I was holding him in my arms I could feel his ribs and fragile frame, although surrounded by quite some muscle. What happened to my rival during the summer? Surely he wasn't like that before?

He turned around, he seemed to have calmed down. After one look at the person who had calmed him down, he took a step back until he'd reached the wall. "What in Merlin's sake is wrong with you?", Malfoy scowled at me, pulling his sleeves down and crossing his arms. The nerve to ask me that after I just helped him was astonishing. Perhaps he should've been a Gryffindor because even I wouldn't dare do that.

"Zabini told me to hold u and help u breathe! Calm the fuck down! It's not like I wanted to!", I answered, feeling my skin heat up. Why did he always have to challenge me?

I believe he was the only one able to make my blood boil the way it was doing at that moment. I abruptly turned around, apology or not I was out of there. Next time, I wouldn't help.

I stopped in my tracks when I heard a soft 'thank you' from behind me. I looked at him, he looked back at me. His hair was messy, it had been a long day, it looked good. I'd always wondered if Malfoy's hair were soft beneath those layers of gell, perhaps one day I'd find out.

"It wouldn't be the first time I saved your arse Malfoy, but don't get used to it.", I answered, swaggering my way back to the party.

It was almost like we'd gotten used to saving each other's lives. He saved my life when I got caught with Ron and Hermione and brought to the Malfoy manor. I saved him from the fire in the room of requirement. We were even, but now he was once again in my debt.

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"Blimey, don't you know we have classes tomorrow! We should already be asleep!", Hermione was yelling at the other students. She was right, if I was going to survive that year, I had to try to sleep. Even though it's hard, I at least had to try.

The party was shut down and Ron, who was very drunk, was put to bed which turned out to be quite the challenge. He had managed to throw his clothes everywhere around the dormitory and had been dancing naked. We had to find his clothes, dress him and try to get him to stay in bed.

Luckily the other students were easier. Hermione cleaned the dormitory with a few spells, it was as if the party had never even occurred.

I quickly put on my pajamas, ignoring Neville who had stared at the scars on my arms, and pulled my bed sheets over me. I closed my eyes, trying to clear my head and fall asleep, but even though I was tired I just couldn't. I kept switching positions, being too warm, but then too cold. I sighed, opening my eyes again. I needed to sleep desperately, but somehow I couldn't. I didn't understand why.