Impossible ↠Drarry

Chapter Six

Draco wandered through the corridors, For no reason in particular... He just needed to sort out his mind.

Even though it was three in the morning... and if he were caught he'd be in deep shit.

He always wondered that; why the hell did they let him back into Hogwarts? After all he's done? After him being a Death Eater-

He paused, looking to his left, his thoughts shortened as he noticed a door he's never noticed there before.

Furrowing his brows, he opened the door, immediately recognizing the room.

The room of requirement.

He remembered, this was the room Harry saved him from the fire.

Merlin, Potter is an idiot. All  I did was fuck up his life. Why the fuck did he save me?

Draco looked around the room, realizing the only thing in it was a single mirror, which stood in the middle of the large room.

He slowly made his way up to it, his brows furrowing when he saw the reflection.

In the reflection he saw Harry, by his side. But they were holding hands... his dark mark missing.

He turned his head, Harry wasn't there, and... he glanced down at his arm, the same, ugly tattoo still covering his forearm.

He backed away slowly, what the fuck?

He looked back, seeing the same image.

Shaking his head, he quickly made his way out of the room, and headed back to the Slytherin dungeons, his heart pounding.

Harry furrowed his brows from the corner he stood in, his invisibility cloak protecting him from being seen.

He was looking at the Marauders map when he saw Draco's name enter the room of requirement.

What could Draco possibly need in there? And why did he seem so... Scared?

It was too late to figure out, as the door had already disappeared.

Harry sighed and quickly scurried back to the Gryffindor tower, careful he wouldn't get caught.

God, I can't wait until Christmas break is over. He thought to himself, me being alone like this is driving me bonkers...

*

"Harry!" Professor McGonagall called, her hurried steps quickly catching up to the raven-haired boy.

Harry turned around, looking up at the professor, "Yes, Professor?" He asked.

She sighed quietly, "The staff and I have recently been noticing you... you being off." She stuttered, trying to find the right words, "We've also been noticing your terrible eating and sleeping habits... Harry, is there something wrong?"

Harry's heart sank, was he really that obvious?

"No, professor, there's no need to worry." Harry faked a smile, "I've just been having a few bad dreams, and I haven't got much of an appetite lately. I'll try to eat and sleep more," Harry lied. He just didn't feel like dealing with people right now.
Not that Professor McGonagall was a bad Professor or anything, he just felt too emotionally drained to deal with actually communicating, let alone being so much as near another person.

McGonagall, of course, could see right past his little façade, but she could also see he just wanted to be left alone, "Alright, Harry. If you start eating and sleeping more I promise not to bother you with it again, just try and keep yourself healthy. Classes are going to start soon, and you'll need your strength to get up early, and deal with all the other students." McGonagall lectured.