Impossible ↠Drarry

Chapter Twenty-Six

Okay. Now THIS IS A CRAPPY CHAPTER. UGH. I HATE IT.
Andits unedited again hah ;-;

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Draco felt his breath catch in his throat, and he could've sworn his entire soul left his body. Harry Potter needed him? No. Surely Harry was just saying that. No. They've only started talking recently. Harry was just saying that... he had to be. He narrowed his eyes.

"Harry," Draco started, "We barely even know eachother. How can you just decide you absolutely need me? You know nothing about me."

"I want to learn more." Harry's hands slid off Draco's cheeks; his eyes following, "I want to learn more about you. I want to know who you really are. I care about you, Draco," he lifted his eyes to meet Draco's again.

Draco swallowed and took a step back; crossing his arms and looking away, "Well, you caring for me is going to get you killed." Draco stated. "You just being around me is going to get you killed. It could even get me killed. We can't be around eachother anymore." Draco nodded as if to confirm that to himself before pushing past Harry.

"You can't just push me away, Draco!"

"And why can't I?" Draco asked, pausing at the foot of the staircase.

"Because- I..."

"you what?" Draco inquired, folding his arms.

When Harry didn't reply, he sighed, "We should've never talked to eachother, Harry. I knew it was a terrible idea from the start. I was being selfish. Now do yourself a favour and stay away from me."

Harry felt his mouth go dry at Draco's words, and he watched helplessly as Draco rushed down the stairs and out the portrait.

I just got him back, Harry thought to himself, he's gone again.

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"Draco..."

"I can't be near him, Pansy! Astoria saw us! She's going to go off and share it with all of the Death Eaters- or even go straight to my father with it!" Draco sat on the green sofa, his hands digging into his hair, "I'm going to get him killed."

"Draco, I don't even think Astoria has access to any Death Eaters - let alone your father-"

"You don't know that!" Draco cut in. "She's obsessed with me, Pansy! She'll get what she wants. She... she always does." His voice cracked.

Pansy sighed and sat next to Draco, rubbing small circles around his back in an attempt to comfort him, "I could obliviate her." She suggested.

Draco snorted, "Yeah. You could. You could also fuck up and erase her whole memory and then go to Azkaban."

Pansy rolled her eyes, "Granger's smart, Isn't she? I could convince her to do it."

"And what makes you think you could convince her?"

Pansy shrugged, smirking, "I'll figure it out."

Draco sighed and fell back against the couch, "I knew it was a bad idea to even talk to him. What the bloody hell was I thinking, Pansy?" Draco questioned. "I fell for a bloody gryffindork."

Pansy smirked and hummed, "Anyways. You should go back to your dorm and get some rest, Draco. And go to your classes! I can't be doing all of your homework."

Draco grunted, "Why can't I sleep in here?"

"Because Dumbledore'll find out. And Potter worked his ass off to get you into this bloody school again."

Draco scoffed, "How did you know about that?"

"You told me. You came to me whining about it. Like always. Now square up, Draco. This isn't you."

Draco lingered for a second longer before nodding and standing to his feet.

Tomorrow was going to be hell.

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"Draco!" A voice called.

For fuck sakes. I woke up extra early just to get away from you.

"Potter, I have to go. I can't be late for any of my classes." Draco stated, keeping his back turned as he talked to Harry.

"First of all, you need to go to breakfast first, so you won't be missing any classes. Second of all, I just need to talk to you."

"Need," Draco repeated, "you want to talk to me."

"No, actually," Harry caught up to Draco, "Need."

Draco sighed, "what could you possible need from me?"

Harry clenched his jaw.
He was beginning to get frustrated with Draco's behavior.

"Draco," Harry seethed, stopping him from leaving their common room.

He grabbed his wrist and spun him around, "You're not being fair."

Draco furrowed his brows in confusion, "not being fair?" He repeated, "how the fuck am I not being fair?"

"By ignoring me!" Harry retort, "We can't just have a full on makeout session and then you just begin ignoring me! Yes, if you don't want to date, I completely respect that-"

If only you knew.

"-But I have a right to choose if I want to talk to you or not. If you don't want to talk to me for another reason other than the fact that you're scared of your father, then fine. But I know you don't. Listen, I understand the risks of me hanging out with you, okay? But that doesn't change my stance. Your father is in Azkaban, Draco. He has no power over you. And nor does he over me. And I don't want to lose you."

Draco stared at him, his face unreadable, "I'm just so..." his face fell, "tired. And worried."

"Of what?" Harry softened.

"I'm worried about you. I'm worried they'll find you. They'll torture you until you beg for them to kill you. I'm just... so tired of holding myself back. Of pretending to hate you. I'm tired of keeping myself away from you. I'm especially tired of -" Draco paused, contimplating on if he should tell Harry about his crush- "I'm...I'm just tired... and your own bloody godfather escaped from Azkaban... it's not impenetrable."

"Draco," Harry's tone was softer now, "You don't have to worry about me...-"

"Yes I do!" Draco argued. "You've gone through so much fucking shit- of course I have to worry about you! I can't have you going through another shitstorm. Merlin knows what'll happen."

"Well," Harry thought for a second, "We could always act like we hate eachother? But when we're alone... we can... start over."

Draco raised a brow, "start over?"

There was a long pause, before Harry stuck out his hand.

"Hi, I'm Harry Potter," He introduced, as though they've never met.

Draco stared at Harry's hand.

“You’ll soon find out some wizarding families are much better than others, Potter. You don’t want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there.”

He held out his hand to shake Harry’s, but Harry didn’t take it.

“I think I can tell who the wrong sort are for myself, thanks,” he said coolly.

Draco hesitated, before grabbing Harry's hand, "I'm Draco. Draco Malfoy."

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