"You'll be the death of me."

6 (jumpscare)

A/N Idk why but there is a lot of pov changes sorry if it gets confusing lmao 

Harry's POV

The next morning I wake up early, the previous night a blur of dissociation and decide against showering worried about what I might do to myself given the chance. Instead I dress myself in a pair of wide leg jeans covered in patches and pockets. I pair it with a white shirt with an old album cover printed on the front with a black turtleneck underneath. I pull the tight sleeve over my hands in self consciousness standing in front of a body length mirror positioned next to my dresser. I thank the baggy shirt for hanging loosely off my frame not showing my figure. I grab black converse and perch on the edge of my bed to do up the laces. I walk to my first class on my own skipping breakfast, not wanting to face Hermione's wrath this early in the morning. I slump outside the Defence Against the Dark arts classroom letting my heavy eyes fall shut waiting for the class to start.

Draco's POV

I noticed Potter's absence this morning. He hasn't been present at most meals and he left the dorm pretty early, before I woke up at least. Standing from the room length table Pansy leads the way to class talking on and on about whatever drama she'd heard already. I try to believe it and act mildly interested but it's hard when we've only been at school 3 days. She's probably made half of it up just to stir up some trouble. Typical Pansy. When she's not stirring shit she's talking about the latest fashion trends and what she would have done differently and her big ideas for when she's a famous fashion designer and how her ideas will change everyone's perspective of fashion. Unfortunately for me Potter's recent change in fashion sense has caught her interest and is brought up when we arrive at defense against the dark arts only to find him sleeping against the wall. "Oh see Draco, here's one person who had a post war glow up." She chuckles to herself and my eyes drag over his curled up figure taking in the baggy clothes that hang limp from his thin structure and the dark hair fallen in front of his face. It was getting awfully long. He better be thinking about cutting it or people will start confusing him with a ratty old dog. "Are you gonna wake him up or just stand here considering stealing his clothes," Blaise asks, nudging pansy in the side, a teasing smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth. I quickly snap my eyes away from Potter stepping up to the door and trying the door handle but it doesn't move, staying locked in place cold against my palm. I can hear Pansy walk closer to Potter and turn to watch her crouch next to him shaking his shoulder, it doesn't work and Pansy turns to meet my eyes as if asking me to do something about it. "What." I snap, turning away from her pleading eyes not wanting to be involved with Potter at all. "Draco help me here, it'll be more awkward if we just stand here whilst he sleeps." She made a good point but I don't want to do it, so I hold my ground and ignore Pansy. That is until Pansy's whining trying to wake Potter who is stubbornly unconscious finally drives me to insanity. "Jesus if he's that tired just let him sleep!" She looks slightly taken back by my tone and quirks an eyebrow making a weird face at me. She gets up and pokes me in the ribs with one of her long manicured nails. "When did you start standing up for Potter?" I scowl at her and push her finger from my chest, "Since never." I say blandly trying to make Pansy stop whatever she thought she was doing. "If you and Potter are such a thing you can wake him up," She wiggled her eyebrows at me and I pushed her face away with my palm annoyed at her gleeful look, I look to Blaise in hope that he'd back me up but he shrugged and glanced down at Potter. I followed his gaze and watched Potter's face scrunch slightly then relax, erasing all the wrinkles and lines, his scar is still there, only just peeking from behind his hair and his glasses are virtually falling off the tip of his nose. He looks so peaceful like a baby yet to learn the indecencies of the world. I suppose I should wake him up before the professor gets here. I take a step towards him crouching and shake his shoulders, he doesn't wake up. "Potter! Wake up." His eyes remain closed and I look at Pansy and Blaise questioningly then turn back to Potter when they are of no use not quite sure what to do.