I'll Make You Mine

9.

Draco POV, a week and a half later from last chapter

I couldn't sleep during that week and a half when Harry wasn't talking talking to me. Actually, I couldn't do much of anything. I couldn't eat, sleep, focus. My grades started slipping. I got really thin. I was constantly tired. All because I couldn't stop thinking about why he did what he did- was it me? Was I too clingy? Was I too forward with my flirting? Or was it something with him that I didn't know? i constantly was asking myself questions like those, tossing them around in my head over and over again at night and meals. And people noticed. Of course they noticed- their Slytherin Prince, torn down to a sad, self pitying mess without so much as a word. They asked me, coming up to me with gentle words and trying to comfort me. But how could I tell them that the reason I was like this was because the man that I'd been desperately in love with since getting my school supplies wasn't talking to me?

The one person who I let myself tell was Pansy, mostly because I got tired of her constantly staring at me, green eyes filled with worry, or trying to get me to eat. She eventually walked into my room one night, sat on my bed, took my pillow from me, and hit me on the head with it.

"Ow!" I yelped, moving my hand to the spot that was throbbing from the impact. "What the fuck was that for, Pansy?"

She smirked. "Well, you're talking. That's a start." Her face melted into a frown. "What has been up with you, Dray? It's been nine days, and you still aren't sleeping or eating or focusing in class, and you won't talk to anyone, either. What on earth is wrong?"

I looked away from her curious eyes. "It's nothing."

I could practically hear her roll her eyes. "Please, Draco, do you think I'm stupid? I know it has to do with Harry."

I flopped back on my bed. "If you know it's to do with Harry, then why are you here? Go talk to him if you want to know what's wrong. Because I don't even know what I've done! He just stopped talking to me one day, and that was it!"

Pansy frowned. "Oh... Well. Maybe you should try talking to him?"

"I can't Pansy, he won't let me get within two feet of him!" She groaned and got off of my bed, and I bolted upright. "Hey! Where are you going? Don't just leave me here!"

"Oh, five minutes ago you wanted me to go away and now you want me to stay? Anyways, I'm going to talk to someone who can help you, and Harry, that you both will be willing to see." With that proclamation, she spun on her heel and walked out.

"Who?" I yelled after her, but the door was already closed. I flopped back on my bed again, waiting for her to come back.

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Harry POV, same time frame

As the nine days had progressed, I found myself feeling less angry with Draco. Instead, I was mad at myself, disappointed, and sad. Mad that I had let myself get angry at him over something as stupid as him hugging his best friend. Still slightly mad that I felt like I was being led on. Mad that I let my... romantic feelings take over our friendship, and ultimately ruin it. Disappointed that even though I knew all of this was my fault, I still couldn't find the courage to go talk to him, no matter how many times Hermione and Ron urged me too- despite not knowing the entire situation themselves. And sad that my ignoring him was taking a toll on him. I watched him in the halls and classes and meals. I saw how thin he got. How tired he looked. I watched him as he struggled to focus in class, not taking notes or paying attention to the board. And it was all my fault.

But despite how angry and sad I was, the break gave me time to think about my feelings for him more. Because when I saw him in as much pain as he was, it hurt me too. And I missed him, too. I missed grabbing his hand and feeling the warmth of his hand in mine race through my body. I missed our late night walks, looking at the stars with him. I missed his scent, like mint and dusty books and grass all at the same time. I missed his laugh, the way he would throw his head back and show all his teeth if he was truly laughing. I missed everything that was specifically Draco, and I realized, after nine days without him constantly around me, how deeply in love I was with him.