The Boggart | Drarry

5. Leaky Heart

Yo so fluff happens in this chapter, YAY, it's not anything too major since it's way too early in the story for that but I wanted to give y'all a lil sth for the wait. Enjoy.

It was the night after it happened. Things had kind of changed since then. Draco has not left his dorm since this morning and refuses to speak with anyone.

And Harry is sitting in one of the Gryffindor common room armchairs with his friends, contemplating whether he should go talk to the blonde boy or not. He didn't want to go back to his own dormitory where he had to sleep in the same room as Malfoy, so he spent his time here, at home.

It all seemed very odd to Harry. A boggart turns into what you fear the most, right? So then why did Malfoy's boggart turn into his dead body? It did not make any sense to him at all. He thought Malfoy wouldn't mind him dead. But now it turns out that it is what he fears the most. He had to find out why.

He grabbed his invisibility cloak from the trunk underneath Ron's bed, (Ron still doesn't know he hid it there) threw it on on top of his robes and walked out the door, ignoring the startled looks from Ron and Hermione.

Unsure where to go, he grabbed the Marauders map from his back pocket and folded it out, using lumos to see the letters on the map. ''I solemnly swear, that I am up to no good.'' Harry whispered. The corridors showed up on the map, followed by the names of everyone in the castle.

Harry was not completely sure what or who he was looking for until his eyes got caught on one particular name. Draco Malfoy. He was located in the dungeons, in the boys dormitory in the snake nest where Harry happens to 'belong' according to the sorting hat.

So that's where Harry went. He needed to talk to Malfoy no matter what the consequences were, he was going to get to the bottom of this.

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Why. That's all Draco could think of. Why did this have to happen to him? What had he done to deserve this? He sort of truly despised Potter, so why was the stupid boy's dead body his bloody boggart?? He was so angry, not necessarily at himself, but at Potter, it was all his fault. The way that he looked at him sometimes made his heart do a thing, an emotion thing that felt unfamiliar. It must be a muggle kind of thing Draco concluded. Stupid muggles, he knew visiting the muggle world last year would have an effect on him.

He was starting to get lost in his thoughts when there was a silent but almost hurried knock on the door. "What?!'' Draco snapped. It was Zabini again. ''Potty is here for you, Dray.'' he sneered jokingly. ''Send him out, will you.'' Draco ordered and turned around in his bed.

''Alohomora.'' Harry whispered and walked past the now open door. ''Did I allow you to come in, Potter?!'' Draco sneered, but not as sly and cunning as he had intended. Harry didn't respond, in stead, he just sat down at the end of Malfoy's bed.

Draco sat up straight and stared at Harry, waiting for him to say something but he didn't, so Draco spoke up.
''So what is it that you're here for?''
''I happen to live here, in this dorm with you, remember? And I think you know bloody well what I'm here for.'' Harry answered calmly.

If he didn't know any better, he would have sworn that he detected some redness in his fellow Slytherin's eyes.

Draco didn't respond though, he didn't feel like talking to him, hell, he didn't feel like talking at all. Everything was confusing him lately, he had never admitted that to himself though. He had started to feel things that he had never felt before. His heart did a thing sometimes where it felt like it was bleeding. He made a mental note, reminding himself to ask madam Pomfrey about it.