The Lost Potter || Draco Malfoy [BOOK 1]

Chapter 28

"As much as I want to keep talking to you, Draco, you should go. The feast starts in fifteen minutes." I said sitting up in the hospital bed. After Draco had given me his speech about how much he cares about me, we sat in the Hospital Wing, talking for what felt like hours.

It was then that we really took the time to know each other, on a deeper level. We both delved a little into our pasts, and Draco told me a bit about how his only extreme fear is his father.

It was really nice though, because it felt like he was really opening up to me, and I'd never really seen that side of him before.

"No, it's okay. I'll stay if you want me to." Draco said.

"But--"

"It's okay, Malfoy. You can go." A voice from the door said.

I looked at the door and saw Harry standing there with both of his hands in the pockets of his robes.

"Okay. Then I'll be on my way. Feel better," Draco said. He gave me a small smile, nodded his head to Harry, left the room.

Harry came over and sat down in the chair next to my bed.

"Are Ariel, Ron, and Hermione still mad at me?" I asked.

"Hermione wasn't mad in the first place, just slightly disappointed. Ron wasn't mad in the first place either. Just very disappointed. And Ariel, well...." Harry's voice trailed off.

"What?" I asked.

"Don't be surprised when you go into your dorm and everything that is yours is vandalized and/or broken," Harry said. "Hermione told me to warn you."

"Did she touch my children?" I asked.

"What?"

"MY BOOKS!" I exclaimed.

"Um..." Harry's voice trailed off. "She may have ripped out the pages with the best parts and threw them out of the window. And she might have poured ink on all of them, according to Hermione at least."

"SHE DID WHAT?" I screamed.

"That little girl is going to get it. If only I could move. Stupid stitches." I glared at nothing in particular.

"You do realize that they only had such intense reactions because they care about you right?" asked Harry. I felt my heart sink, knowing that I was going to have the same conversation that I had with Draco with Harry.

"Harry...I'm sorry," I said.

"Forget it," Said Harry. "But you're my sister. And I need you to know that I'm here for you. Through anything. And if you need to, or want to talk to me about anything, I'm here Maya."

"Okay," I said Simply. "I just—I feel like you need to know a few things."

And at that moment, I had told Harry almost everything about my backstory, minus some of the extreme things that I'd told Draco. I told him about Michael and his family, karate, and my general life at the Foys house. The most extreme thing that I'd told him was the general physical beatings that I would get.

I began to choke up a bit at some parts, but I managed to hold it together throughout the entire thing.

"—and on that day, you came with Dumbledore. So—that was my life." I said. "I just don't want you to look at me differently."

"I won't look at you differently," Said Harry. "I know—I know what it's like to grow up somewhere where you don't feel loved. And I'm slightly glad that I have someone who knows how it feels—not that it's a good thing."

I smiled at him, and it was silent for a second. Then Harry, out of absolutely nowhere, began to chuckle.

"What?" I asked amusedly.

"Something happened today...while you were out..." Harry said, trying to hide his smile.

"Like what...." I said in a warning tone.

"Well um....let's just say that Ron and I had a run-in with Diggory," Harry said. My eyes widened.

"WHAT DID YOU DO?" I yelled.

"To be honest I'm surprised he's not in here right now," Harry said.

"What. Did. You. Do." I said as calmly as I could.

"Well you see, Ron and I were just walking along the mere corridor—" I cut him off.

"Get to the point," I said.

"Slug Vomiting charm," Harry said. "Please don't hurt me."

"Harry James Potter, I can't believe you!" I screamed and slapped him on the back of his head as hard as I could with my good arm.

"I'm not sorry," Harry said while laughing, tenderly rubbing the spot that I hit him. "He should know not to hurt you, especially when I'm around."

"Thank you for caring Harry, but really. I can handle it myself." I said.

"But I'm your brother. I can't stand it if a guy even goes near you. Let alone breaking your heart. Dad would have—" He stopped talking as he realized what day it was.

Halloween.

The day our parents were killed.

"They died today Harry," I said.

"I know." And Harry pulled me into a hug. After a while, we pulled away.

"I miss them so much," I said.

"So do I. But hey, at least we have each other," Harry said.

"Yeah. To be honest, I don't know what I would do if I had to go through all of this alone." I said.

"Me too," Harry said.

"Harry, go to the feast," I said.

"But—"

"I'll be fine. Go." I said.

He stood up. "I'll come back later okay?" Harry asked.

"Okay," I said and he left. I laid back down and closed my eyes, drifting to sleep once again.

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