Potters story

Draco's kindness

As the weekend came to an end, Harry found himself dreading the return to school. He had spent the past few days trying to forget about the humiliating incident in Hogsmeade, but now he couldn't escape the reality of his situation.

With a heavy heart, Harry got ready for the day in Snape's quarters. He dressed quickly, trying to push aside the thoughts of the nappy hidden beneath his robes. As he made his way to the Great Hall for breakfast, he couldn't shake the feeling of dread that gnawed at him.

As he entered the Great Hall, Harry scanned the room for his Gryffindor friends, hoping for some semblance of normalcy. But to his dismay, they were nowhere to be found. Instead, he found himself met with icy stares and whispered conversations.

Feeling a pang of hurt, Harry made his way to the Gryffindor table, only to be met with cold shoulders and muttered insults. It was clear that his friends were still angry with him for his comment about Slytherin.

With a heavy heart, Harry made a brave decision. Swallowing his pride, he got up from the Gryffindor table and made his way to the Slytherin table. The Slytherins eyed him warily as he took a seat among them, but to his surprise, they didn't protest.

The rest of the Great Hall erupted into whispers and murmurs as Harry's bold move became the talk of the school. It was clear that by sitting with Slytherin, Harry had alienated himself from the rest of the student body.

Feeling a mix of defiance and loneliness, Harry tried to focus on his breakfast, but the weight of the stares and whispers was suffocating.

After breakfast, Harry made his way to his first class of the day: Potions. Snape had a meeting and they had a different teacher. Snapes absence was a relief, but it also meant that Harry was left to face the class alone.

As he took his seat in the Potions classroom, Harry's heart sank as he felt a familiar pressure in his stomach. Panic surged through him as he realized what was happening: he had used the nappy.

Frantically, Harry looked around the classroom for Snape, but the professor was nowhere to be found. With no other choice, Harry tried to focus on the lesson, but the discomfort of the nappy made it impossible to concentrate.

Just as Harry was about to give up hope, Draco Malfoy appeared at his side. "Potter, are you alright?" Draco asked, his voice laced with concern.

Harry nodded, feeling a flush of embarrassment at the thought of Draco seeing him in such a vulnerable state. "I-I'm fine," he stammered, his cheeks burning with shame.

But Draco wasn't fooled. With a determined expression, he took Harry by the arm and led him out of the classroom. "Come on, let's get you cleaned up," Draco said, his tone surprisingly gentle.

Harry felt a rush of gratitude towards Draco as he led him to the nearest bathroom. With Draco's help, Harry was able to change out of the soiled nappy and clean himself up.Harry knew that his glamour slipped during that time and Draco saw but Draco's shocked face quickly changed to reassurance and he didn't mention it.

As they returned to the Potions classroom, Harry couldn't help but feel flustered by Draco's kindness. He had always admired Draco from afar, but now that they were friends, Harry couldn't ignore the flutter of excitement in his chest.

The rest of the day passed in a blur of lessons and lectures, but Harry couldn't shake the feeling of gratitude towards Draco. As they made their way back to the Slytherin common room, Harry couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, things were starting to look up.