Drarry; the last horcrux

chapter 4

Draco doesn't like the attention. He would've, when he was younger. He would probably also have if he wasn't an ex-deatheater, if his father wasn't one of the most despised men in the world, and if he wasn't gay. He doesn't like all the girls throwing themselfs on him, they give him the urge to shout that he doesn't like breasts, especially when they 'accidentally' show a little too much of them.


The press has send him a request for an interview for the millionth time in the short amount of time between the final battle and now. It makes him wonder if he better could've let Potter die, but then again, he would probably be in Azkaban by now if he had done that. Together with his mother, and his father would be a body without a soul. No, it's better like this, he just had to learn to live with the constant attention.

draco, dear, why can't you look at the positive side of things? Pansy had said.
So that's what he does whenever he feels like the attention becomes too much.

The list is always pretty much the same, and it's already getting pretty boring, he should try to make up some new ones. LIke, Potter has to deal with more attention and irritating interviewers, if he can handle it Draco can certainly do it. Although Potter doesn't have to deal with so much shite around it.

Sighing, he gets up from his bed and stands for his closet, which is catogorized by colour, although he doesn't have much more colour than black, dark purple and dark green. He picks his school robes and puts them on, making sure there isn't a single wrinkle in it, much to Blaises' amusement.
Draco carefully brushes his hair to one side and makes sure it stays in its place with loads of gel. Too much, according to pansy.

Draco cut his hair right after they arrived at Hogwarts, after Pany an Blaise had said something about his long hair, it irritated him. It reminded him to much of his father, and of the stressful month after the war.

'Finally done?!' Blaise says when I walk out of the bathroom, although Draco told him he could go down for breakfast, Blaise waited for him anyway. He knew that Draco was struggling with everything that was new in his life, it had come to suddenly, no time to get used to the change. His friend had a difficult time when it came to change, always had, but Blaise was determined to help him trough it.

'I already told you you could go downstairs Blaise.' Draco answers while he fixes his tie.
'It's not my problem you're too stubborn to listen.'
Although Draco sounded irritated on the outside, he was grateful that his friend had waited for him, that he didn't have to face the other students alone, and Blaise knew that.

By the time Draco was finally done, breakfast was almost over. It hadn't escaped Blaise that Draco took more time for everything than in 6th year, he normally was very punctual.
'I'm done, let's go.' Draco says and walks past Blaise with a blank expression. Maybe the expression would've fooled somebody who doesn't know him, but Blaise has known Draco for 12 years, and the slight movement of the left corner of his mouth and the uneven flutter of his nostrils tells Blaise that Draco dreads breakfast.

He follows his friend in silence and enters the great hall. There aren't much students in the hall anymore, but fortunatally there's enough food left.
Blaise stomach growls and he quickly stuffs his plate full with food.
'Where were you?' Pansy whispers, not wanting Draco to hear that his two best friend are worried sick about him. They know Draco hates it if people worry about him, he thinks he can handle everything alone, but no human is able to do that, Draco is just to stubborn to admit that.

Once again, Draco gets uncomfortable by all the stares, the first time people stared at him, it gave him a boast. It made him feel confident about himself. But then he bagan to see how people looked at him, they didn't look at him like he was a hero, not that he was, oh no, he did far too many bad things to be a hero. But the stares he got were full of pity, or dispise, or admiration.
He should be happy about the admiration part, but only girls looked at him like that- and he still hadn't changed his mind about breasts.

Lots of people thought he had just thrown Harry his wand because he saw Voldemort would lose anyway, that he only wanted to save his own skin. That's not true. He never wanted to be a death eater, but with the dark lord living in his house, he couldn't refuse. It was all Axabras fault, and a bit Bellatrix too.
Axabras- Draco's grandfather- forced his father to be a death eater. And it was just their luck that the dark lord liked their house the most.