𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 | 𝐑.𝐖 ✔︎

𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧

Trigger warning
[Self Harm]
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My night had been going extremely peaceful,
dreaming about the time that me and father had visited Milan when I was in second year. But it comes to an end when loud bangs filled the atmosphere of my bedroom.

At first, I tried to ignore whoever it was and return to the nice slumber that I was having.
Whoever it was could wait until the morning when I felt like dealing with people.

The person on the other side of the door doesn't take the hint that I don't feel like being bothered and banged harder, this time waking up my cat. Juno jumped from underneath my arms, running to the door and hissing.

I throw my head aggressively against my pillows and silently screamed out -- There was nothing more in this world than my beauty sleep being interrupted. Someone better be dying or whoever this is banging at my door better start speaking with Salazar.

Looking over at my clock it was nearly midnight, "Okay, I'm up!" I yelled when they bang again, voice groggy from just waking up. With an attitude, I pushed my covers off of my body and throw my legs over the bed.

My hand rubbed over my eyes as my feet carried me to my dresser. I slipped on the Slytherin jumper that a stole from Blaise to cover the thin white tank top I had on.

As I make my way too the door, I nearly tripped over my feet. When I grab the door, unlocked it, and aggressively swung it open, the familiar cologne let me know who it was before I even looked up to see them.

I sucked in a deep breath, trying to calm myself. "What do you want Draco?"

Truthfully, I hadn't seen Draco since that day in Slughorn's class. So looking up and seeing him at my front door at midnight is surprising.
When he doesn't respond to me immediately, my eyes dart and I frowned largely.

Draco looked horrible, he's been looking this way since we arrived at Hogwarts but I'd never seen him look this bad. His blonde hair was out of place, underneath his eyes were purple and his skin lost the little color that it had.

"Are you okay?" I questioned feebly, fully awake and concerned now. The blonde had not been wearing his sleeping clothes, and from the looks of it the clothes he wore was the same ones that he's been wearing for a while.

I opened up my room door further and he swiftly walked inside, breathing heavy and excessively. I peaked out into the corridor, making sure that no one else woke up before gently closing my room door.

He sits on the edge of my bed, leg bouncing rapidly and I get a little scared. What exactly did he do for him to be so anxious right now? My stomach dropped when I wondered if it had anything to do with Voldemort.

Draco begins running his hands through his platinum hair, pulling at the roots. "I'm sorry for waking you, Moons."

"It's fine." I breathlessly say, "I was having a bad dream anyways. It's okay." Draco nodded. My eyes don't leave him which is how I noticed tears pricking at the corner of his eyes.

"Your the only reasonable person a-- and I didn't know who else to come too." He keeps talking at an fast pace, tears sliding down his cheeks and I realize that this was the first time that I've ever seen him cry.

Which meant whatever the hell was going on right now was really serious. Especially if he'd
come to me for comfort and not Blaise or Theo. When a sob slipped past his lips I basically flew to the edge of the bed, sitting aside him.

"It's okay, Draco." I soothed, placing a hand onto his shoulder. Draco sobbed louder and I screw my eyes shut for a moment, "For me to help you.. you have to talk to me. Tell me what exactly what you did and how I can help you.."