Save me (Drarry)

Chapter 11 🧀

Harry stumbled limply towards Hermione. He never thought he would miss her electricuted hair, and lean figure so much. She sprinted out of the burrow, pushing off the doorframe to move faster, a white jacket flew around in the wind behind her, barely holding onto her shoulders. I wasn't ready when she launched herself into my arms, quickly loosing balance, only staying upright from her firm arms wrapped securely around his torso.

He sighed heavely, finally relaxing into her motherly hug. A fuzzy feeling overcame him, a nostalgia of the great hall in first year when he returned from the infirmary.

"Harry," 'Hermione whispered, almost testing if he was a hallucination. "Harry," she repeated, this time her voice cracked, sorrow laced in every syllable.

Suddenly she withdrew from the warm embrace. Harry knew he looked like a mess, ribs practically ripping through his stomache after being starved for so long (not to mention his eating disorder), dark bags hang onto his eyes, hair wild and tangled. It didn't help he had tears and most likely blood on his face. 'Mione removed her hand from his shoulder and wiped the grime off his face, cooing sweet words into his ear.

"Hermione?" Harry quivered, bottom lip puffed out from his frown.

"Yes Harry?" Her singsong voice was helping his heart slow back down to its original pace.

"I Missed you," she pulled him back into her arms, sighing softly as he nuzzled his nose into her neck, probably getting snot smeared on her collarbone. It didn't matter at the moment, nothing did, other than the comforting feeling of being surrounded by his sister.

After 1st year, the three became inseparable, people would jokingly call them their own little family, and eventually the nickname stuck. If someone asked Harry who his sister was, his response, without the bat of an eye, would be 'Mione.

"Oi! 'Mione, quit hogging him all to yourself! I wanna see my best friend too you know." Harry didn't look up when he felt another pair of arms wrap around him, only snuggle closer into his makeshift family.

Harry did look up however when he heard a deep male voice chuckle behind him. He pivoted, facing Hermione with his back now.

Ron took a step back, smiling nervously, laughing again. What really drew Harry's attention was the fact the Blaise was there, The best friend of Draco Malfoy, Maybe he has turned good, Maybe Draco had too, Maybe he could get help to find Finlay!!

Harry stiffened, relizing the Blaise was observing him at a time he was weak and vulnerable.

"Oh chill Golden Boy, I'm now recuited on the 'Find Harry Team'. And look at that! In the first day I have already successfully found you!" Blaise joked, the smirk never faltering. Harry didn't really trust him, and rightfully so after everything he's seen the green-clad Hogwarts student do, and say.

"Bloody hell Harry, you don't have to look like you were hit by a muggle bus!" Ron snickered, glancing towards Zabini. " We have so much to tell you about and yes, Please trust Blaise, He just admitted-

"Harry," Hermione inquired, waling around him to look him in the eye, "where have you been for the last two weeks? Not to seem insensitive, but you look like you just crawled your way out of hell." She noted.

It was a wake up call to Harry, a rather rude one too. His dazed half smile sharply turned into a remorseful scowl. A mixture of dissapointment, fear, and anger. Hermione noticed the change almost immediately, lightly gripping his arm, ushering him towards the house.

"I-i," Harry stumbked over his words, "he-we couldn't..." Ron latched onto his other arm, fear inching up his spine. Harry always held a calm head, waiting until he was alone to break down. The only other time he saw Harry this distraught was when Sirius died. Whatever he went through must have been pretty traumatic to cause such a reaction to consume Harry.

"Hey, hey," 'Mione called out, clearly becoming stressed, "look at me Harry." She wasn't used to consoling anyone. She was an only child with two headstrong teenage boys as best friends, the only thing she could rely on were her motherly instincts.

"Oh would you dunderheads get out of my way! Granger, go get me a cold glass of water, Weasel stand there and be useless like normal." Blaise growled, leaving no room for argument. Yet still Hermione found some room.

"What is your problem Zabini? Can't you see I'm busy, I'm not 'getting you a glass of water'!" She scowled.

"Not for me imbecile, for Harry! Now get before he has a panic attack." Hermione huffed but rushed off to the burrow just the same. Blaise walked them over to Harry, who was breathing heavily and shaking
"Harry, hey, can you tell me five things you can see right now?" Ron stood awkwardly, clenching his hands into fists in his pockets. "Harry," Blaise said sternly, " tell me five things you can see, I have to know right now. If I don't I might get hurt."

Ron rolled his eyes at Zabini's excuse. But it seemed to help Harry focus because he raise his head slightly.

"I see the grass," he whispered, staring blankly out at the field around the house.

"What else do you see?" Blaise's voice turned light and caring. It reminded Ron of his mother, and when she used to comfort him as a child when he would throw a fit.

"I see clouds, lots of clouds."

"That's good. Yes, there are lots of clouds aren't there?" Harry replied with an alight nod of his head. Ron was suprised to see how happy Blaise was after just watching Harry nod.

"And the sky, it is blue today. Really blue, like a Odilieh potion."

"Yes that's right Potter, only two things left." Hermione returned with a glass gilled with water and ice. She stood next to Ron, watching silently, not daring to interrupt.

"Um, I see Hermione and Ron." Harry blinked thrice, rapidly. Almost as if he was waking up from a daydream-or rather, nightmare.

"Thank you Potter. It seems you saved me." Zabini smiled playfully at Ron, quickly turning back to Harry and looking serious again without a blink. "Now, let's go inside."