poison ✞ dramione

part seventeen

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when draco woke up everything was a distorted picture. soon enough the blur cleared and his head stopped pounding enough for him to recognise his surroundings. he was in that fucking room in the fucking dorm with granger and potter.

then his memories started to come back. him as a six year old—him and granger, him and the fucking piano, him and potter on the quidditch pitch.

potter and granger knowing about his father and hyperion.

draco groaned and flicked his hand at the door. it locked in a way alohomora wouldn't work to open it. they fucking knew. could he be able to get away with a memory charm? alter their memories just enough so they'd forget about what they found out? they can't know!

granger—he's not surprised she somehow figured it all out. hell, maybe she figures that hyperion is dead after his episode a few days ago. he knew granger enough to understand that she will not let this go no matter what. so maybe he can get away with a simple obliviate.

he sat up on his bed and waved his hand. a bottle of firewhiskey flew into his awaiting hand and he wasted no time opening it and chugging down a few gulps.

he chuckled—everything he did to make sure no one knew of his past was all thrown into the wind because of a fucking school project! a fucking potion.

he gulped down more of the alcohol. it would've burned down his throat, it would have started making him feel tipsy if he wasn't so accustomed to the taste of firewhiskey. he'd been drinking it since he was young so he built a tolerance—a very high one at that and sometimes he hated it. all he wants to do is forget every once in a while but can he do so?

it never did stop him from trying. it'd make him laugh a little while later—he vowed that he'd never become the man lucius malfoy was but with draco's drinking habits he's well on his way. not to mention his many sins but they'll never reach the light of day.

well, that's unless granger somehow worms them out of him. how is it that the ministry, that certain powerful magic cannot get him to spill his worst kept secrets but a fucking girl with doe eyes and a shit load of stubbornness can?

shaking his head draco lit up a cigarette and took a long drag from it. if there was one thing he was sure about, it's that he's not going to let those fucks out parts of him he's hidden so well he almost forgot about it if it weren't for the scars.

however, soon enough, there was a knock at his door. he scowled at that.

"draco?" he heard granger call through the door. "are... are you awake?"

he didn't answer. why the fuck did she care, anyway? so he has some demons. doesn't everyone?

"if you are awake," she carried on, "i just want you to know that we don't judge you. you have a friend in me, draco malfoy. harry too."

draco almost scoffed at that. friends? oh, they spend two weeks with a six year old version of himself, find out about two secrets and suddenly they're going to go skipping around hogwarts with flower crowns and have sleepovers? never.

so when he opened the door and stared down at granger, he couldn't help saying, "if you think we're anything close to being friends, you're sorely mistaken, granger."

she crossed her arms and stared up at him defiantly. "try all you want, draco—"

"it's malfoy."

"—but your cold exterior isn't going to change the fact that i care about you," she stated, smiling up at him. why the fuck was she smiling? "i classify myself as one of your friends whether you like it or not."