Chapter 4: the bathroom

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*A few days go by*

During these days, draco had found it really hard to stay away from potter.

He wanted him so badly but there wasnt much he could do but suffer. He knew that harry didnt like him and that harry hated being anywhere near him.

He didnt want to hurt potters feelings. He knows that slytherins aren't really supposed to care....but he does.

Theres nothing nobody could do to take those feelings away from him. He was unsure if it was the potion or not making him feel these feelings but he knows, the feeling of them makes him feel warmth.

Potter hardly spent time with draco and it was tearing draco apart slowly. His desire to be next to potter all the time drove him crazy.

Whilst potter spent time with his friends, draco cried in his bed, sat on the edge of the astronomy tower, dangling his legs off of the edge and think about jumping or in the prefect bathroom, rather having a panic attack, missing potter or being overwhelmed by the pain in his wrists, which now was a lot worse then before.

(Incase you forgot, where ever harry touches stings after he lets go. The only cure to make the pain stop is for harry to hold/touch the same spot again. As soon as he lets go, the pain comes back).

Most the time it was all of the above.

Potter had been moved into all of dracos classes so they could stay next to each other and sometimes if potter noticed draco wincing, he would grab dracos wrist and rub it with his thumb.

That made him feel a bit better but not for long because every time someone looked in their direction, which was often, harry let go.

Draco hardly talked to any of his friends and they made no attempt to talk to him. Infact, they didnt seem to even notice he was missing. That or they didnt care.

•friday night•

•still draco's pov•

Im in my bed when i notice potter has started on his clothes again.

The previous nights, he hadnt come back till around 12 but today he was back at 7pm.

I noticed he was struggling with his clothes again and i remembered my promise of helping him.

''Honestly potter, learn to fold your clothes,'' i roll my eyes.

''I do know how to fold,' potter says a bit angrily,' im just not the best at it.'

'I can tell,' i snigger.

''Shut up you prat!''

Harry lets out an annoyed cry.

I sigh and walk over to him. 'Here let me help,' i offer.

Potter looks up at me and smiles slightly,' i didnt know you could be nice?' He teases.

I roll my eyes. 'Did i not help you the other night? If you dont want help-' i go to get up.

Potter reaches and pulls me back by my waist.

I shudder.

Oh my god.

''Sorry!'' Harry exclaims, embarrassed and guilty for causing more pain,'i just- didnt want you to leave because of me. Besides, this is your dorm. If you want I'll leave instead.'

I get up and run out of the room despite his words.

I decided to go to the prefect bathroom. I don't want a bath right now but its the only place i won't be disturbed and the only place that seems familiar to me recently.

Everything and everyone else seemed to be changing right before my very eyes.

I run up the stairs, and up again, desperate to get inside the bathroom fast.

I didnt want anyone to spot me. I run so fast, i end up running into the corner of a wall, which only makes me want to cry more. But despite the pain and urges, i dont.

Not yet anyway.

I run inside quickly and slam the door behind me, locking it from the inside just incase another prefect or a teacher came in.

I slowly walk around the bath to the other side. I lean against the wall and start crying.

I slowly slide down the wall until im sat hunched up in a ball, my arms caressing the areas potter touched.

Why were they stinging so much?.

I start hyperventilating, desperate for breath. No! not now! Why do i always get panic attacks at the worst moments?

I stay hunched up in a ball on the floor for a while, my cries getting softer and quieter.

After around an hour, i hear a soft knock on the door. I hear potters soothing voice come from the other side.

'Draco?' I shiver, he didnt say malfoy for once. I loved it when he called me my first name.

God potter.

''Are you in there? No?''

I sniffle and get up, leaning against the wall still and i walk around the edge of the room, holding onto the walls for support.

I hear him slowly moving away, calling my name as he goes.

Desperately Using my last bit of breath, i say the password and lift my prefect card up so the girl in the portrait could see. I unlock the door. She opens the portrait hole, looking a bit annoyed to be disturbed at this time.

I just roll my eyes at her.

I step out, calling his name quietly. 'Po-tter' i gasp. He turns around and runs back.

'Oh my god, draco! What happened?' I walk back into the bathroom weakly and slide down the wall again.

'Everything' i manage to mutter.

I start to shake. He sits next to me. He places his hand on mine. 'Not that we are  mates or anything,' he starts. My heart drops. 'But im here for you.' Potter says, he smiles at me.

I exchange a weak smile back. Every part of my body just wanted him to hold me and never let go.

I sniffle.

'Has it hurt you that much you have been crying?' He looks at me, alarmed. He studies my red, puffy eyes and hoarse, shaky voice and he wraps me in his arms as if i was a friend and not his deadly enemy.

I lean my head against his shoulder. I wish he didnt ask me that question. I wasnt sure whether to lie or not. I was kind of crying because of the stinging but the main reasons was one the panic attack and two, i had scared and hurt potter.

I didnt want him to see me as a weak person. I just nodded, not wanting him to know i was weaker then i already looked in this particular moment.

''We should go back to the room,' i stand up, shaking slightly.

''your shaking!'' He points out.

'Well spotted, i didnt realise that.' I say coldly, my voice shaky and hoarse.

''Jeeze no need to be rude.''

'If you dont want me to be rude to you, go away! You should know by now that thats all i am!''

I storm out and go to my dorm, still shaking and hyperventilating slightly.

•harrys pov•

I walk out the door.

I start heading back to the dorm but i stop. I decide to go see if ron and hermione are awake. I dont want to stay the night in that dorm with malfoy, especially not after that.

I walk towards the gryffindor common room.

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{a/n}
Ive got some plot twists coming up so keep reading!
Word count: 1246

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