Utterly Broken

Chapter Four

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Over the past month, Harry and Malfoy had developed some sort of routine. Malfoy showered at night, steam floating up to the starry sky, while Harry would shower the next morning, the cold water streaming down his body. Harry got the Astronomy tower in the mornings, Malfoy got it first break, Harry second break. When Harry got the Astronomy tower after the last class of the day, Malfoy had it that evening, vice versa. They switched every other day. But of course they still fought, they wouldn't be Harry and Malfoy otherwise.

They had another secretive routine too, as Malfoy would stare at the brunet, observing his features and thinking treacherous thoughts. As Harry would shake and twitch because of nightmares, Malfoy would feel the urge to rock him awake and tell him, "It's just a nightmare. Just breath, in and out. It's just a nightmare," but of course he would force himself to just fall asleep instead.

And Harry would stare at the blond in the early morning, wondering why he was doing so. The sharp angles and the illuminating skin entranced Harry. Malfoy would twitch and shudder in his sleep, and Harry always wondered if it was nightmares of Malfoy somehow magically sensing Harry staring at him. Then he would force himself up, and take a cold shower to wake himself up. When he would walk back into the room, the Slytherin was either still asleep or gone, never in-between.

Harry would then go to the tower, pass his roommate's name on the entrance, and just look out and mourn. The Gryffindor would also wonder what Malfoy did when he was up here, and wonder what he was doing right now.

Then he'd travel to breakfast, always a little late, search for Malfoy, and when he found him, he'd finally sit down with Ron and Hermione and eat breakfast. Harry always ate two treacle tarts and had pumpkin juice, the same thing everyday. Malfoy would eat a pumpkin scone and have a coffee, always three sugar cubes. Then he'd go to his classes, some with Ron and Hermione, some with Malfoy. His days were so repetitive, you'd think he'd get sick of it, but he almost never did. It was nice to have a routine, compared to before, when it was just crazy and random.

Until one day, when he arrived at breakfast, and Malfoy wasn't there, quietly humming to himself while he drank his coffee. Harry panicked.

Where was Malfoy? Why wasn't he here? Did he purposely want to mess up Harry's day?

Harry's mind thought another thought he didn't want to think, Is he okay? I hope he is...

Harry then noticed that he was standing at the door, a couple people staring him curiously. He quickly scampered to the Gryffindor table, glancing at the Slytherin table every few seconds. The brunet couldn't even eat his breakfast.

Breakfast finished quickly, but classes took forever. Today was the day he had Advanced Potions, which he shared with Malfoy. Advanced Potions only occurred once a week, so it was therefore longer then any of the other classes. During the entire lesson, Harry stared at Malfoy's empty seat, unable to concentrate on the potion he was supposed to be making.

"Harry?" Slughorn said at the end of the lesson, "It's okay my boy, we all have bad days," nodding to Harry's empty cauldron, devoid of any potion ingredient, "Full marks!"

Harry was unable to scowl at his special treatment, as he was still distracted by Malfoy's absence. "Thanks," he muttered to Slughorn, before sprinting out of the classroom when Slughorn yelled "Class dismissed!"

He sprinted to their shared dorm, "Lolly!" raced past the portrait.

"MANNERS ARE ALWAYS NICE!"

He threw open the door, and glared throughout the room. Some of Malfoy's things were gone. Did he run away? Was he ordered to leave at once and was only able to take a few things? Was he taken?