"Draco, I'm truly sorry, but I've made my decision. I can't deny my feelings any longer. I love Noah, not you," Theo's voice trembled with sadness as he looked into Draco's eyes. With a heavy heart, he mounted his magnificent giant chicken, Noah by his side, and together they rode off into the horizon, their laughter mingling with the evening breeze as they embraced each other, ready to embark on their new journey together.
Draco's world shattered in an instant. His heart raced as he watched Theo ride off with Noah, the realisation sinking in like a heavy stone. But Draco was not one to succumb to despair. With determination burning in his eyes, he swiftly gathered himself and sprinted after the giant chicken, his voice pleading, "Theo, don't do this! Please, Theo, don't leave me! Don't go!" His hand stretched out desperately, each step fueled by the fear of losing the one he loved, pushing himself until his breaths came ragged and his legs threatened to give way beneath him.
"Draco... Draco..." A gentle voice penetrated the darkness, pulling him back from the void. Blinking groggily, Draco struggled to focus as the soft voice continued, "I'm here. Hey, look at me. I'm here, Draco." With a jolt, he realised he had fallen off a cliff in his desperate pursuit of the giant chicken. Panic surged through him as he plummeted, the world spinning around him until everything faded into blackness.
Draco's senses surged back to life with a sudden gasp, his chest heaving as he greedily sucked in air, anchoring himself to the present moment. Wide-eyed, he scanned his surroundings, gradually reorienting himself to reality. His gaze fixated on the figure standing nearby, their worried expression reflecting genuine concern as they leaned in closer, their eyes studying Draco intently, searching for any sign of distress.
Theo's gaze lingered on Draco, his hands moving with gentle precision as he tenderly stroked Draco's hair, a silent gesture of reassurance. Concern etched lines on Theo's face as he observed Draco's restless state, knowing the weight of the medication Draco was under. With each soothing touch, Theo hoped to alleviate Draco's distress, his touch a comforting anchor amidst the storm raging within Draco's mind. Gradually, Draco's wild eyes began to soften, the tension in his body gradually ebbing away as Theo's calming presence enveloped him. Finally, Draco succumbed to the tranquillity, his breathing steadying as he slipped into a deep, much-needed slumber once more, cradled in the safety of Theo's care.
Theo's sigh echoed through the quiet room as he sank into the chair beside Draco's bed, his grip tightening around Draco's hand in a silent display of support. Worry etched deep lines across Theo's features as he kept his unwavering gaze fixed on Draco's sleeping form. The healer's words echoed in his mind, a stark reminder of the severity of Draco's injuries. Despite their efforts to mend the damage caused by the collapsed beam, Draco's body still bore the weight of numerous potions and the slow process of recovery. Three agonising days had passed since the harrowing incident at Nott Manor, each moment feeling like an eternity as Theo waited, hoping for signs of improvement, his heart heavy with concern for the one he cherished most.
Ever since the healers finished tending to his own injuries, Theo refused to leave Draco's side in the hospital room. Sneaking out of his own bed, he made a beeline for Draco's side, determined to offer whatever solace he could. Despite the healers' attempts to persuade him otherwise, Theo's loyalty remained unwavering. Time and again, they tried to usher him back to his own room, only to find him returning to Draco's side mere moments later. Faced with Theo's unyielding resolve, they eventually relented, rolling in an extra bed to accommodate his unwavering presence beside Draco.
Lucius and Narcissa made a point to visit Draco daily, finding solace in Theo's detailed updates on his condition. They were grateful for Theo's constant presence, knowing he kept a vigilant watch over Draco, especially during the times when the potions induced vivid nightmares that haunted Draco's sleep. In those moments, Theo witnessed Draco's struggles firsthand, as he tossed and turned, occasionally muttering or crying out in his dreams. While some instances brought a fleeting sense of amusement to Theo, there were days like today when Draco's distress weighed heavily on his heart.
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Just Friends
FanfictionTheodore Nott is a quiet and reserved boy that usually can be seen alone in a corner with a book in his hand. Draco Malfoy, the arrogant, narcissist and boisterous boy who can always be seen walking around with a smug look on his face with his croni...
