Drarry; the last horcrux

chapter 23

After a few boring hours, which Harry had filled with staring at the ceiling and overthinking everything that's happened the previous day, his friends come to visit him.
Of course, he could've done research, but he just wasn't able to concentrate on the words, his mind constantly drifted of to Malfoy. Malfoy, who had become Draco just a few hours ago.
Harry discovered that he was already used to calling him Draco, although he had just once said it out loud, in his mind it had already happened a lot.

'Harry!' Hermione exclaimes and rushes over to his side, with Ron behind her. As always, Ron doesn't  look worried, he is sure Harry will be fine, he already survived a Dark lord, didn't he?
Hermione is another story, she makes sure to fuss over him for every single scratch he haves.
Though Harry loves Hermione dearly, he sometimes gets a little annoyed with her motherly instinct.

'What happened? Madam Pomfrey wouldn't tell us and I don't get why. Isn't that her job?' Hermione rants and He smiles weakly, getting a headache of her talking.

'I went to the Room of Requirement. The fiendfyre was still there.
I almost died.
I'm an idiot.'  Harry sums up and sighs.

'Why on earth did you went to the RoR?!' Ron half-shouts and Harry groans.
'Sorry' Ron quickly whispers.

'I thought the half blood-prince could've written something that we could use.' Harry explains and closes his eyes, silently wishing they would leave him alone.

'Why didn't you tell us?!' Hermione hisses, looking slightly offended.

'Didn't think of it.' Harry mutters truthfully, he really hadn't thought of telling his friends, his instinct of doing everything alone had kicked in.

'How didn't you think of it? We're your best friends!' Ron shouts and harry groans again, covering his ears with his hands.

'Don't shout, please.' He begs.

'Fine. But I'm still mad at you.' Ron grumbles and sits down on a chair next to Harry's bed.

'Anyway, how did you get out?' Hermione changes the subject, knowing that Harry must've been surrounded by the fiendfyre as soon as he opened the door.
This was the tricky part. Draco hadn't told Harry that he didn't want him to tell his friends who saved him, but Harry wasn't that daft; he knew that if he would tell his friends about his saviour, he would have to tell them about Draco's help with the Horcrux to, and that was something the blonde slytherin definitely didn't want.
Harry had in fact tried to think of a good excuse, but he couldn't come up with anything. He had wished that Draco would come backto help him out again, but the blonde haired git had stayed away.

'I don't remember much, I vaguelly remember that I managed to close the door again and practically crawled to the hospital wing.' Harry lies, knowing his lie is weak, but his friends don't question him, although Hermione looks like she tries to see through him.

'You were really Lucky then.' she says eventually.

Ron gets up and hold his hand out to Harry.
'Get up mate, we came to take you back to our dorm, the others are worried sick about you.'

hayy, I don't do much A/N's, but I really need to know what you guys think of this story.
I really enjoy writing it, but I'm fearing I'm not going to finish it if I  have the feeling no one reads it. Not because I don't like to write this story, but my head just explodes with ideas, and I'm Always enthousiastic to use them all, so I start too much stories without ever finishing them.  If I have the feeling a story isn't good enough, I just start another.

I would also like it if some grammar nazi's would check this story, because English isn't my first language, in fact, I only started three years ago with learning it.

That's it, thank you for reading this XX