I Noticed..

Chapter 4: Internal Sickness

//3rd Pov//

But Harry didn't go to sleep. He swiftly grabbed his wand and the Marauder's map and sat on his bed. "I solemnly swear I'm up to no good." He muttered and the map displayed the Hogwarts layout. He stared over it until he caught eye of Malfoys name. It was seemingly pacing the Slytherin common room, "No Parkison or Zanbini.." He said quietly before Dracos name started moving, leaving the room.

He watched him make his way up to the second floor lavratory and seemingly disappear a moments away from the bathroom.

Harry stared at the map in confusion before rolling it back up and hiding it away. 'whatever he's doing..'

//Draco Pov//

Draco seemed to have lost it over the past day or so? He couldn't tell how long it had been but it couldn't have been that long. He had random crying fits at the thought of his mother when he was in his room that once comforted him; small, quiet voices spoke to him when he was around others, tending to making him flinch and make up dumb excuses. He'd been isolating himself but he couldn't help the need for some sort of comfort.

He grabbed his wand and swiftly left to the one place he knew he'd have privacy. Silently perching up the stairs and into the girls bathroom. He shut the door and sighed once he deemed himself safe before looking around, "Myrtle?"

Seconds later a girl stepped out from beyond a mirror and walked up to him, smiling slightly, "A fine evening it is, Draco." She said, "And Merlin, you look absolutely awful-" Draco stared at her unamused. "Yes, thanks for noticing." He sneered, and she grimaced. "Sorry..what seems to be the matter?"

Draco paused, realizing that he'd have to admit something he'd been denying.

He didn't want to believe it but he knew better.

"..My mother is..dead." he spoke lowly. The words were bitter on his tongue, almost depressing to the lips and Myrtle gasped,

"Merlin, that's awful! She was such a kind and beautiful young lady."

Draco nodded along as she stared at him, "And you remind me so much of her, with your grace, kindness and your tenderness.." Myrtle muttered before looking at Draco, who seemed awfully tired, both from lack of sleep but from how she referred to him as 'tender' or 'kind'

"Why didnt you come to me sooner!" She groaned.

Draco shrugged slightly, "I was..collecting myself. I'm still having trouble accepting it."

She paused for a moment before she put her arms around him and the cold, dead embrace brought him a strange comfort. "...thank you." He whispered out and she smiled at him, "of course." She said, "When is the funeral?" She asked and Draco sighed, " a week and a half from now."

She nodded and fadedly caressed Dracos features, almost as if she were tracing what was left of Narcissa. "She came to see me almost everyday..just like you did.." she said absently. "Go and live a great life for her okay?"

Draco stared at her eyes and noticed how sad they looked. She knew his mother worked for Voldemort, the truth was so clear in her eyes because he had told her. But he saw nothing but love for his mother. "Of course."

Myrtle nodded and soon faded back into the atmosphere, leaving Draco alone with his thoughts. 'a week and a half from now...I'll never see my mother again."

He let that information sink in before he left the restroom, a part of him wanting to cry but something held him back, telling him to keep strong and just get through the week until he could let out all that raw emotion he had for her. 'hold it in. Malfoys don't fucking cry. Especially in public.' he thought to himself and forced that prideful persona back onto himself. His grey eyes seemed emptier than usual as he ran his thumb over the ring on his finger.

He wanted to speak with Pansy. Not about the events, though she'd definitely want an explanation for why he left so abruptly that day- but just to be in her presence, listen to her gossip about the other students and scam Hufflepuffs into doing her homework like they usually did.

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Curfew was approaching so Draco had to move quickly. There weren't many students in the halls so as long as he kept himself together there would be no problem.  He held his head high and cut his glare at anyone who dared to look his way and so far it had worked. To them, 'Draco Malfoy has become an asshole again' and he was perfectly happy with that.

It felt good to be in power and control of his emotions than to be curled up in his bed, crying emptily and missing her. He strode down the corridors until he saw someone who made him stop in his tracks. Bright green eyes that pierced right through his facade. The person who he's hated for almost a decade. The person his mother saved just to have the opportunity to see him again.

A heavy silence laid between the two before Harry broke it,

"Evening Malfoy.." He said, unsure if he should even look him in the face.

'dont break.' he thought before tutting, "As if I need your greetings, Potter." He said, lacing his voice with as much disgust he could.

That seemed to catch Harry off guard and Draco smiled approvingly upon seeing the look of confusion and partial disapproval on the raven haired boys face. 

He wanted nothing more than for Harry to go back to hating him so that the overwhelming sadness he had could be replaced with his dislike for the golden boy, at least till the funeral.

"Back to your old attitude, huh." He said flatly and Draco couldn't have smiled wider, "I guess I am."

Harry sighed lowly before continuing his way and Draco took a breath of relief as he stalked back to his dorm. 'Just hold it all back..' he thought, falling into his bed and slowly drifting off to sleep.

And that concludes part 4. Thank you to everyone who reads this and enjoys it. It means a lot to me. Please vote, comment and share this with anyone you'd like<3