In Chains (Drarry)

Chapter 9

Draco's POV

I woke up extremely early, the sun hadn't even begun to rise yet. I realized that I had missed dinner, but it didn't affect me. Going days without food had gotten me used to missing meals. I got up and stretched. The memories of last night entered my mind and I ignored them. The feelings were something that I couldn't deal with right now. My mind wasn't in the right state for that.

A part of me wanted to give into the sadness and die. Another part of me wanted to hate everything and burn anyone who got in my way. And another part of me wanted to try to be happy and relish in the love for Harry Potter that I had in my heart. But, I didn't know which to choose.

I took a nice, hot shower to fully wake myself. I changed my bandages, all of them. The ones on my arms, chest, and legs. I got dressed into a long-sleeved black and gray striped shirt and some dark blue skinny jeans. I put on moisturizer, something I've missed for a long time, and brushed my hair. I noticed that the bags under my eyes were fading away, they weren't that noticeable anymore.

I brushed my teeth and decided to read a book until breakfast started. I didn't quite get the book at first and had to restart it. When I got quite into it, breakfast was starting and I had to force myself to put it down. No one messed with me on my way to breakfast, but when I sat down at the table my "friends" ambushed me.

"Draco, what the hell has happened to you? Are you an imposter? Where've you been?" I ignored the questions as best as I could. "We're worried about you. Heard you got beat up. If you're planning on killing Potter, you should let us in on the plan. We'll help." I had only gotten a single bite of a biscuit before my temper got the best of me.

"Can't you just leave me be? It doesn't matter anymore, I'm here now. I'm not an imposter and I'm not planning on killing anyone, especially not Harry Potter." I spat, standing up and storming out of the room. They called to me, but no one followed. I just wandered around the halls, even if it didn't turn out okay last time. I turned a corner and stopped in my tracks.

Oh, hell no. That Weasel, that Ginny Weasel had her mouth on my Harry. But, I couldn't do anything. He's not mine. And he won't ever be. The part of me that wanted to be happy died. I just stood there, unable to move, for less than a minute. Suddenly, my temper flared and my mind took over. "Excuse me, if I might ruin the moment for a second, but I don't think you should have sex in the hallways."

They separated as soon as a single syllable came out of my mouth. They both had bright red faces and Harry-no, we're not on first name basis anymore-Potter was fidgeting with his hands. "Oh, it's just the Malfoy. I thought we should actually be worried, but we all know that Draco Malfoy doesn't see things through. Harry, we don't have to worry. He might threaten to tell, but he won't."

"Ginny, what do you mean?" he asked, giving me a pitiful look. "Well, it's obvious he doesn't go through with things. Attempted suicide. He's obviously still alive, so he didn't see the suicide through. Right, Harry?" She looked to him for support, but his features turned sour. "Ginny, how could you say such a thing? Draco, I'm sorry." My heart was unfazed, my emotions weren't working. I shrugged. "Why are you sorry, Potter? You don't need to apologize to me."

He frowned. Ginny looked triumphant, as if she proved her point. I scoffed and turned away. I began walking back down the hallway I came from and was soon joined by the Golden Boy himself. "She's just trying to fit in, peer pressure and stuff. If she tried to defend you or something, she'd be bullied herself. She'd rather be the bully over being bullied."

I shrugged, "What makes you think I care?" I said bitterly, raising an eyebrow. It looks like the part of me that wants to be angry and hateful has won. "Why should I care, Potter?" He frowned again. "Are you okay, Draco? Y'know you can still call me Harry." I sighed, "What makes you think I'm not okay, Potter?"