Blinded Souls

The Dam Breaks

Draco

Draco let go of Potter's hand and made his way over to his bed, so that he could direct Potter while being mostly out of the way.

"First, Potter, your grip on my hand was unnecessarily rough, I know you act quite barbarian but you don't need to prove that to me." Draco said as he made himself more comfortable on his bed. "Second, all of my books are within my trunk, they have both English and brail titles on them. I need you to first separate them by general subject, once you've finished with that separate them into alphabetical order of title within each subject. Can you do that?"

"Obviously I can, Malfoy, I'm not a bloody idiot." Harry said, somewhat mumbled. "And what will you be doing during this time?"

"I, if you must know, will be reorganizing the arrangement of pillows, and possibly organizing my toiletries." Draco sniffed from his regal position on the bed.

"So I get to do the grunt work? Also, how are supposed to 'organize' your bath products if you can't see them?" Sarcasm dripping from Harry's mouth.

"Just because I'm blind does not mean that I can't do some things independent from you."

"Malfoy, you need assistance to use the bathroom, I do doubt that you have the ability at the moment to gather everything and place it away properly." Harry placed his hand on Draco's knee, and patted it in a comforting way.

"I don't need your sympath-y" Draco's voice cracked as he blinked back tears form his sightless, dull eyes. "Now, look what you've done, Potter! Turned me into a damned bloody mess!"

Draco tried to quickly flee into the bathroom, however, he tripped sliding off the bed on his comforter and became a tangled mess of blanket and Malfoy heir on the floor. Harry immediately started to help Draco free himself; upon tearing the blankets away, he found Draco sobbing.

"Shit... Malfoy, I'm sorry I-"

"Shut up!" Burst Draco as he fell into a hysterical state, "Just shut the hell up! Merlin! Damn you, Potter! Damn you..." Draco stopped wriggling as he covered his face with his hands in a vain attempt to possibly become more dignified after such an outburst.

Draco felt Harry watching him, as his chest heaved uncontrollably, knowing his tears would not stop anytime soon. The denial to show his true emotions about his current situation catching up to him, in front of his proclaimed enemy, no less. The entire situation was Potter's fault, and now I've embarrassed myself and my family in front of him, also because of him. I wish it were anyone but Saint Potter here right now, at least I wouldn't have to deal with the pity rolling off of him.

After sometime of the two boys sitting there- Harry watching the pathetic full-body sobs coming from the other boy- Draco was finally able to slow his sobs and request that Harry take lead him to the bathroom so he could freshen himself. After Harry helped Draco with wetting a small towel with warm water and washing his face, they both agreed that a tour of the rooms would be the only thing to do that evening besides bed.

AN: So sorry about the late update, I hadn't planned for the ending of this chapter to be like this but tell me what y'all think. Hopefully, updates will be more common, however, I can't promise an update a week as my Summer has more plans and trips than I thought, but there will be one at least once a month, though I'd like to do it biweekly!