Control [Drarry]

Chapter Twenty-Four

It has been a few days and things haven't really changed, I am mostly alone in the room other than the times when Moody comes in to attempt to pry me for information against the Dark Lord, he doesn't believe me no matter how many times I tell him. I am still strapped down to the bed by my neck and hands. It does leave limited amount of movement causing my body to ache. I'm worried about Harry so so much, no one is telling me anything on the condition that they feel as though I am suspicious.

A knock was what brought my attention to the door, I turned my head as much as I could despite my restricted movement. My neck pulled on the restraint but I didn't care, I struggled against it to be able to see who was entering the room.

The door creaked open, the first thing I noticed were the crutches that were hitting the wooden floor loudly. I looked up the beat up body, as I made eye contact with the gorgeous green eyes. I sighed in relief, having the confirmation that he is alright for the first time in days. Imagine being pulled away from the only person you care about in the whole world, the only person who cares about you separated and no idea where if they are even alive or not.

My eyes started to water at the relief that he was ok, however as I looked over him I started to process just how much of a bad way he was in. His leg was broken and his face contorted with pain at any movement he made. This saddened me at the sight of him, the guilt wrapping me up like a blanket as it came over me, this is all my fault. Who would put the person that they love in danger it's all because of me, if he wasn't with me that day in the woods then he wouldn't have been taken and he wouldn't be suffering now.

Harry had a smile on his face as he entered the room until he saw me and processed how I was being kept. He looked at the person behind him, his face puzzled and questioning why they did this too me.

Moody marched with his usual limp into the room, "Well Potter, you wanted to see him, merlin knows why, here he is."

Harry struggled into the room closer to me than the others, Lupin and Mrs Weasley stood protectively behind Harry, they probably thought I'd pounce on him, go back for another taste, or something god I hate this.

"Why is he tied up?" He looked at Moody "untie him now."

"Not going to happen Potter he's dangerous," he stated starting to make his way out of the room however Harry called after him.

"He's not dangerous I swear, none of this is his fault he didn't mean for any of this to happen."

"He's unpredictable end of discussion." Moody said as his final leaving statement.

Harry now drew his full attention to me and my state, I couldn't help but avoid eye contact with him knowing that I am the one who left him in this state.

"Hey," he started but I couldn't bring myself to respond, this is one of the few times that an awkward atmosphere has surrounded us. "I'm glad you're ok," Harry continued gently.

I could see his feet in the corner of my eye and I could see the slight step that he took in an attempt to get closer to me however either Mrs Weasley or Lupin must have stopped him.

My deepest fears were coming true, everyone now seeing the monster, anyone taking one look at me with terror.

The uncomfortable atmosphere continued to engulf the room, I don't want to hurt him again. I think at this point Harry realised that I wasn't going to respond, I heard him sigh "I'm not going to give up on you," he said before leaving, Mrs Weasley and Lupin following him out of the room, hearing a breath of relief from her as the door closed.

A couple of weeks had past, I think. It's challenging to estimate how long time has passed when you don't do anything day after day. Over time they changed my restraints since I was mostly healed, now once again strapped by my ankle however I was more appreciative for the ability to at least walk around the small room. Harry has been coming to visit me every day but I don't let him come too close to me despite the fact that he keeps ensuring that he isn't scared of me and doesn't blame me in the slightest for what happened.

The door unlocked on cue as if like clockwork as I had learnt for the past couple days. Harry once again entered the room however as a first Hermione came walking behind him. He strutted across the floor and sat at the foot of my bed as he had made a habit out of, Granger stayed closer to the door with a bit of a hesitant look in her eyes I just look away from them both, feeling tired.

"Hey," Harry started happily as he had everyday when he visited me that big stupid cute smile plastering his face.

"Oh," he said fumbling over his words, "it's ok that Hermione is here right? I'm sorry I should have asked before inviting her but..."

"It's fine," I said interrupting him with my quiet voice.

"Ok well I know that this has been hard for you for the past few weeks, and I know no matter what I say it's not going to help you will still blame yourself but Draco I don't blame you and I know we can overcome this together, we just need some help."