Twisted- HARRY POTTER

#41

"Hey. Draco." Harry called out.

"Hi," Draco said, stiffly.

"I'm sorry about yesterday. I'm stressed about Voldemort. I wasn't in my right mind. I know you aren't a death eater." Harry said.

"It's fine," Draco said. However, he didn't really believe it was fine. He thought it was rude and it annoyed him. That after all he had done to prove himself, Harry was still doubting him. Another part of him thought that it was justified that Harry would think this. The last time Voldemort had come back, hadn't Draco gone running back to him? No. He had been pressured by his parents. But then again, that was just as bad. Still, that was earlier, he had changed. But had he? Draco's mind got all twisted by this. Should Harry be doubting him? Should everyone be doubting him? Or was it Harry who was in the wrong? Before he could contemplate this any longer, he had a feeling. A feeling that Hermione was in trouble. He ran up to their room and saw Hermione shaking. Draco got scared. What had happened? Anyway, he couldn't think about that now. He picked her up and carried her out.

"GUYS! Hermione's-. She's. I don't know what happened. But we need to get her to St. Mungos." Draco felt a lump in his throat that he swallowed down.

"St Mungos? What about You-Know-Who?" Neville asked.

"That doesn't matter! Look at her! COME ON! QUICKLY!" He shouted. The others went and helped him, while Luna called St. Mungos. Draco went with Hermione but the others went separate.

"I'm sorry sir you can't come any further," The Healer said.

"What!?" Draco said outraged. "She's my f****ng WIFE!"

"Don't worry, you will be allowed to see her. We just need her to calm down for a bit. You can wait outside." The Healer was obstinate.

"Fine. This place is stupid." He muttered under his breath. After about 10 minutes, she came out.

"Sir. You can come to see your wife." The Healer said. Draco flew out of his seat and walked into the room. Hermione was lying there, motionless. She turned her head to Draco and then quickly laid on her side.

"What do you want Draco?" Hermione's voice was shaky, yet still had this firmness to it, which showed her anger.

"I got you a pack of skittles. Your favourite. The red ones." Draco sat next to him and she sat up."Are you okay?"

"I'm great." She said sarcastically, not looking Draco in the eye.

"Hey. What's wrong?" Draco cuddled closer to her and Hermione went closer to the edge.

"GO AWAY DRACO!" She shouted. The shock of this made him jump.

"I'm afraid we're going to have to ask you to leave." The Healer said.

He stood up and walked away. When he got to the door he looked back to see Hermione crying. She caught his eye and started glaring at him. Draco turned around and closed the door, fighting the urge to slam it. He was so angry at her. All he had done was try and help her and she screamed at him. He walked to his seat but didn't sit down. Instead he threw the pack of skittles against the wall. The packet opened and the red candies shattered around the whole floor. Now, it was Draco who was shaking. He went to the door, kicked it and then sat down against it. He pulled his legs closer to his chest and buried his head into his chest. Ginny and the others walked in and saw him.

"I'll talk to him. You guys can sit." Ginny offered.

"You sure?"

"Yes." Ginny walked to him and slid down on the wall next to her. She put an arm around him and put the other on his shoulder. "What happened?"