When you see my truth (drarry fanfic)

Chapter 9 . With Potter?

-Harry's pov-

"Where HAVE you been! Don't you know how worried we were?" Hermione stormed towards me.

"When Hanna told me what you did we've constantly been searching for you! It's been five hours! FIVE HOURS!"

I lift my hands up in defence. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Hermione looked really angry, but she didn't say anything.

The next person to talk was Ron, he came running after Hermione. "Is it true? You really gave that prat what he deserved? Blood and all?"

His face was all lit up.

"It's NOT a good thing Ron! Harry might get expelled!"

They both looked at me, probably waiting for me to tell them if it was true or not.

"Well, he did say some nasty things..." I begun. That was enough. Hermione was like a globe of rage as she pulled me in my arm towards the Gryffindor tower.

I had been thrown out, or, more precisely, Dumbledore had told me that he deeded to talk to Malfoy alone with Professor Snape, so I had left. 

-Draco's pov-

I watched as Potter left the room. I wanted to scream after him, tell him to stay. Tell him to hold me.  I wanted him to say that everything is going to be alright. But he wont. He wont hold me and he wont stay. He hates me. This is a burden for him. I knew that, and that's why I was able to hold the last parts of my destroyed fake pride and didn't yell after him.

"We've heard some rather, bad things from madam Pomfrey here." Professor Dumbledore begun.

"She said you've been trough some difficult times." he continued.

"Is it true? Have someone hurt you?" Snape looked furious. I sneered. My godfather. He didn't know anything. Every time we visited us father got me up from the dungeons and patched me up as good as he could. Then it was my time playing the adorable son.

Snape was always pretty kind to me when I was a child. He used to give me stuff and told interesting stories.

Well, in school he often ignored me. When I got older he stopped smile at me and started raising me inside of the school walls. He got mad at me when I did wrong, not as severe as father was, but he showed me the correct way. He never got mad at me in front of others. Especially Potter. He always praised me. It was when we were alone he showed me how to do things.

In many ways he were more like a father than Lucius ever was. He never hurt me.

Now he looked really upset. He never knew about my scars.

He grabbed my arm under the blanket and pulled it out, visible for both him and professor Dumbledore to see. I tried to pull it back, I didn't want them to see.

"I believe he has a eating disorder." Pomfrey said. Why can't she just shut up and fix me without letting everyone know? I didn't need to see their pitying faces. It's not like they'll be able to help me.

I looked away. Unable do look into Snapes disbelieving eyes.

"It can't be right. Draco here isn't such a weak person." he said. It only made my heart ache.

Snape stared at my arm. "How, Draco? How can it be that your arm looks like this?"

I finally looked at him. "Father..." I finally got out. "I disappointed father."

Everyone looked puzzled with my statement. So I continued. "I've... always disappointed father. I deserve what have been done to me. This isn't something new. Some of this scars are maybe eleven years old."