When you see my truth (drarry fanfic)

Chapter 10. The house

-Harry's pov-

"So... you're saying you'll be LIVING, with MALFOY for TWO WEEKS?!" Ron half screamed.

"Yeah, basically." They didn't believe me. Probably thought this was some kind of joke. Draco said he mated with me the first day. It's been nine days since. Much has happened in nine days... It was Wednesday and Malfoy and I are supposed to go to the house on Friday evening. Which means, it's two days of freedom before I'll be put in hell. I didn't see Dumbledore's point of view at all. All I could see was me spending time with a nasty (harmed, but nasty) git. He may be in love with me, but he has already shown that he can be just as much of a git, loving me or not.

Hanna didn't know about it all. I didn't want to tell her ether. I don't want to bother her, but if she'd ask, I would answer truthfully. We had promised to meet up for Hogsmeade again this Sunday, I have to tell her I can't.

"You're sure that there's no way to make Dumbledore change his mind?" Ron said sceptically while sitting down in one of the armchairs in the Gryffindor common room.

"Positive, you should have been there. Even Professor McGonagall couldn't say anything against it." I was already placed in one of them and Hermione in the last one in the middle.

Ron let out a sigh. "So... lets see if I got it right. Malfoy, the prat who's made it his whole-time job to be an arse..., is in love with you?"

"Pretty much."

"I feel for you mate, it's going be a though time."

I simply nodded. Hermione though, chose to think over this deeper than Ron did.

"But, if you're telling me he's in love with you, doesn't that mean he'll die?"

"Yes it does." I answered.

It was silent. No one said anything. We've all in our whole time at Hogwarts said that we wanted him gone. That he was a nuisance and he'd be better off dead, but now, when he's actually about to die, we couldn't say anything. Ron didn't celebrate like he thought he would the day he got to know that Malfoy died. Even I couldn't feel anything else than sadness. He was, after all, something that belonged to Hogwarts. He's someone who's been here all the time. I had just assumed that we'll always fight and play tricks at each other. How will life at Hogwarts be without him?

I sighed. That evening I went to bed early, but couldn't sleep.

-Draco's pov-

We we're walking to the border of Hogwarts. Professor McGonagall is going to apparate us to the house.

I walked quiet behind her and Potter. They didn't talk much either. No one knew what would come out of this, except for me. I was determined to avoid Potter at all cost. I can't let the veela instincts take over. It was silly, the veela part of me just wanted to curl up under his arm, wanted him to pat me on the head, to say that I'm a good boy. I wanted him to protect me against my father, against the dark dressed men. Against everything I hate in this world, but I knew that that'll never happen. Ever.

It was only a miracle that I could contain the veela instincts. I have to really avoid him. Me, him, alone, in a house... No good can come out of this.

I sighed and suddenly McGonagall and Potter stopped.

"We're here, now we can apparate." she said. Professor McGonnagall held out her arms and I took one while Potter took the other. We looked each other in the eyes while McGonagall apparated.

At first I didn't feel anything. But then it hit me like a bomb. My stomach turned and I could feel it coming up my throat. My legs bent under me and I fell on to my hands while I vomited.