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Chapter 8: What Is Love?

Song of this chapter: Mr. Sandman by SYML
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"You look like someone who's been kissed by a dementor."

Harry chuckled. His smirk slowly turned into a smile and then faded. He took the hippogriff feather with his hand under the invisibility cloak. He looked out the window again.

A repeated behavior that overflowed Draco's patience. He rolled his eyes and sat on the floor. Potter didn't react; just like a statue. Otherwise, Draco would never have thought of sitting on the floor next to him and doing some research on him.

Weeks had passed. Potter's existence became more and more soulless. Draco couldn't help it either. He could only check to see that Potter wasn't dying.

For God's sake, what kind of love could cause such harm to someone? Rejection? Betrayal? lie? He didn't understand Harry's feelings.

If love was love; it would be a point of strength. He shouldn't have turned into a dementor with every breath of the man in front of him. The situation was not normal at all.

Harry shivered. Draco knew there was nothing he could do about this shiver. Love was a power that Voldemort mocked. It was something Draco had been thinking about for a while. Draco thought a lot. But Harry really lived with it. Even his destruction was done with love.

Draco's mind twitched at his choice of words. Destruction?

He turned his attention back to Harry. It crossed his mind for a moment, how good it was that Harry wasn't completely hidden under his cloak. If not, it was going to be a mess. He laughed at this thought.

He couldn't think of anything else. Draco had even rummaged through the mansion's library for Deathly Hallows. Maybe the answer to Harry's bad situation could be found somewhere among the hallows. The answer he got was confusion unrelated to the problem. He must find out. It was very tempting to find out who all that love potion was for.

He opened his fist and looked at the captured ring in his hand. Harry's wedding ring was no longer on a thin chain around his neck. Draco stood up. On his way, he turned around once again and looked at Harry hesitantly. His shivering had stopped, and he was facing the wall blankly again.