I Noticed..

Facade Forgotten

Three days had passed since the news and Dracos act was seeming to fade in and out. His heart ached terribly when he thought of her but the tear flow seemed to have ceased since then. The random voices constantly made him jump and make the dumbest excuses possible for why he did and it was becoming exceptionally tiring for him.

Basically his life was down to shit.

He wanted nothing more than to sleep off and awaken with a life where maybe not everything was going awful. A time where his mother was alive and well, where his father truly loved him as a son and not a tool. A time where Voldemort was dead for good along with everyone who ever confided in him. But none of that could happen, especially with the existence of Harry Potter. The Golden Boy. The Boy Who Lived. Every one of those stupid titles made him sick.

"Harry bleeding Potter..of course it comes down to you.." He muttered, crossing his arms as he sat in the Slytherin common room, Blaise staring at him as if he were a lunatic while Pansy was reading a copy of the Daily Prophet.

"Draco, you're doing it again." She said, not drawing her eyes away from the pages.

" Doing what might that be?." He said flatly, turning toward her.

"That creepy thing you do when your angry, taking to yourself and stuff." Blaise said and Draco rolled his eyes,

"Oh, Piss off, I'm not doing anything 'creepy'." He muttered distastefully. "Complaining is normal. Especially if it's about Potter."

"Yes , but complaining about the same person for several months at a time isn't normal. Or sane." Blaise continued.

"You're obsessed with him." Pansy finished before turning another page.

Draco gave a glare in annoyance, "I am not obsessed with that self-righteous he-troll." He spat,

"Are you any different than that he-troll, Draco?" Blaise asked, earning a small giggle from Pansy.

Draco stood up and cut a severing look at the pair. "Plenty different. I don't go out of my way to play some fantastic good guy for the public." He turned and without a second glance, left out of the portrait hole and down the hallway, wherever his legs would take him. It was only a matter of time before he let his emotions get the best of him but he preferred if it wasn't on his only two considered friends.

***

Harry had been out in the halls, pacing between the main hall and the Slytherin hall. He hadn't seen Malfoy at all for the past few days and even if they were rivals, it still worried Harry quite a bit. It wasn't like him to skip classes or miss opportunities to poke at the golden trio for no reason as he usually did and after a bit of thinking, he decided to stop by the Slytherin dorms.

Just to be sure he's okay of course.

"I can do this." Harry said, standing at the corner of the hall that connected the main and dormitory hall. The Slytherin portrait only being a walk away down the hall.

He paused.

"Can I do this?" He muttered questioningly. "Can other houses even visit other houses?"

Harry really hadn't paid too much attention when they first toured the school. Or the rules about something like visiting. 

Hell, he'd broken several of them since he'd even gotten to Hogwarts it's hard to believe he's still in it.

Harry tuned out his thoughts and walked down the small hallway to the Slytherin portrait and stopped in front of it.

"Um..excuse me?" He spoke to the portrait and its owner stared at the Gryffindor with a strange look of distaste.

"What business could you possibly have here." He asked and Harry distanced at the cold shoulder.

It seems everyone in Slytherin was unreasonably bitter.

"I was wondering if I could check up on someone?"He asked. "A friend." He added quickly, hoping that might make him sympathize with him a bit.

"I assume you were split apart before you got here." Salazar said and Harry nodded faintly. That honestly felt too weird to lie about something like that.

"Even so, you two are on different sides now. if he wants to see you he can either at dinner or free time." He stated flatly and Harry's face fell into grimace.

"Can you make an exception. Just this once?", he pleaded, "I haven't seen him in a while and I'm not sure he's even left the portrait for a few days."

"Have you assumed maybe he's avoiding you? Ignoring you?, hiding away maybe ?" He asked, a fake worried tone.

"With how persistent you are on seeing him, id avoid you too." His tone flattened and Harry stared at him unamusedly, vaguely frustrated.

"Listen, just please-"

It was only a second later when the portrait swung open, almost hitting him in the face.

The portrait looked like it was about to blow a vessel when Harry turned to see who opened the door, the short blonde hair coming into view

"Draco Malfoy! Don't you dare slam me open again or I'll lock you out!" It shouted.

"Be quiet, God!" He remarked.

"And I have someone trying to get in! You almost hit him you pretentious brat!"

Now him trying to get in is so important.

"It's nothing..nevermind." Harry muttered and Draco stopped in his tracks.

"You." He stated and before Harry could get a words in edgewise, Draco grabbed his arm and dragged potter down the hall.

The Portrait watched the pair disappear beyond the hall before speaking, closing it's eyes once again. "They're very obvious."