Nightmare | Drarry | English

Chapter 6

That night, after Harry had gone to sleep, Draco remained awake for about two hours, just in case. He tried to keep himself occupied by reviewing Harry's homework left on his desk, correcting his mistakes. He couldn't help but wonder how Harry had managed to make so many errors. Ordinarily, Draco wouldn't bother with such a task, but he felt compelled to reciprocate Harry's kindness and positive attitude towards him during the day. Moreover, he knew he owed Harry an apology, and he considered this act of correcting homework as the least he could do.

Witnessing the surprise on Harry's face in the morning was far more enjoyable than Draco had anticipated. He had tried not to draw attention to himself, wary of being caught observing Harry with a smile on his face. However, he couldn't help but catch that initial expression of astonishment on the other's face. After slyly winking and sending a subtle message confirming that it was indeed him, he turned his attention to his own mail, which had conveniently arrived shortly after. Judging by the size of the package from his mother, it was likely the book he had requested or perhaps another book on the same subject. Draco wanted to tear it open and look through it immediately, but he knew he had to exercise patience since they had a lesson soon. He refrained from opening the package at the table, to avoid arousing curiosity from his friends. Although this avoidance tactic did raise questions as to why he hadn't opened it, he managed to dismiss them. Carefully stowing the books in his bag, he proceeded to read the accompanying letter.

Draco, my son...

As soon as I got your letter, I started looking for the book you asked for. It wasn't hard to find. I'm also sending you another book on the subject that might interest you. I hope it will help you with your homework. Although I must say, I find this homework interesting...

You know you can talk to me about anything. I'm always here for you. I miss you so much, my little boy.

All my love,

Your mom

Draco pocketed the letter, relieved to know that his mother had sent the book he was looking for. The fact that his mother called him little boy was a detail he didn't want anyone to know, but it made Draco smile.

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As if it wasn't enough that he was impatient for the day to be over, Draco had to bear with the grounding he got from McGonagall after the classes. Stepping into the room that was once Dumbledore's, he held onto a glimmer of hope that it wouldn't take too long. Determined to delve into more books and apply his newfound knowledge to Harry's dreams, Draco sensed that the night ahead would stretch on. Swiftly making his way towards the room, he approached the slightly open door and heard McGonagall's voice beckoning him inside. "Malfoy, you may enter." Acknowledging the professor with a respectful nod, he positioned himself in front of her desk.

"Take a seat."

Draco sat down in front of the desk and waited in silence. McGonagall seemed occupied with something. At last, Draco got tired of waiting. "Professor?" he spoke up to remind her of his presence. "Could you let me know what am I supposed to do?"

"We will simply have a conversation," she replied, looking up at Draco.

"A conversation?"

"What you did was not right, Draco. I cannot deny that. However, that doesn't mean they were right either."

Draco was taken aback. "I don't understand," he confessed. "You believe they were wrong?"

"If you had not physically harmed them, they would have faced consequences," she explained, a smile gracing her lips. "You were able to return to Hogwarts because you were found not guilty. No one has the right to insult you or your mother. I'm not suggesting you should dwell on it, but you must learn to control your actions. You must manage your anger. The smallest misstep and people will readily point fingers at you, and you are well aware of that."