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Draco Malfoy x Sarah- Mental

Requested by @SarahVn1

When I had first heard that a fellow member of my house had a mental illness, I was skeptical- I mean- some of us are known to lie.

But when I saw it for myself- the panicked look in his eyes, the way he always seemed to be shaking. I also happened to be a Legilimens, so I could hear his thoughts sometimes if I chose to.

Big mistake.

There were those thoughts where the voices in your head kept speaking what you thought were different tongues, when it was your own native language.

And I couldn't bear to hear his thoughts, but my mind had an incredibly strong- connection, if you will- to his.

I didn't know why. There was the possibility that he could also be a Legilimens, but I didn't know.

It was a warm Saturday afternoon, perfect for enjoying the outdoors, and I was- but my thoughts kept drifting to those crazed, paranoid eyes of molten silver. The back of my mind, connected to his, was filled with images of unexplainable figures violently jerking and writhing around, screeching at the top of their lungs.

Those were Malfoy's thoughts.

"Sarah?"

My head whipped around- much too fast, in fact.

My eyes peered into those of a blue-eyed ginger. "Yes?"

Ron twiddled his thumbs together, rocking back and forth on his heels and obviously nervous about something. "Umm.... Harry's looking for you-" he paused- "don't know why, though."

Even though I didn't have a mirror on hand, I knew my face was beet red. I got up and walked back indoors, pondering as to what the boy with eyes as green as a pickled toad would want to tell me that was so important.

I entered the main hall with thoughts racing through my head- none about Harry... and they werent even mine. They were Malfoy's again. The same figures, playing over and over in my head like a severely scratched record.

I heard a whoosh. Lips collided with mine and arms snaked around my waist. It was Harry, in a romantic attempt to sweep me off my feet- and, needless to say, it worked.

It worked really well, in fact. I could feel myself melt onto him the way not candle wax rolls down the side of a burning candle, the flame bright and everlasting.

But eventually that flame will die.

The back of my mind kept going to that damned Malfoy, the boy with ferret hair and a crazed, panicked look in his eyes.

Harry retracted his head to look at me. "You alright, Sar?"

I looked down at my feet, and muttered a reply. "I'm fine. Can I go now?" I looked back up at him.

He looked crestfallen. A palpable silence formed between us. "Um- I mean- yeah, sure! No problem." He stuttered.

I just nodded and retreated back to my common room in silence, my friends outside forgotten.

***

Ah, the Room of Requirement. The only place to be alone and collect my thoughts.

I paced past the door spot three times, thinking, I need a place to disappear. The grand door appeared, and I stepped through it.

The room was dark, and silent- until the sound of-

Crying.

I casted Lumos, slowly walking towards the source of the sound, mildly worried- but why?

I tugged up the hood of Harry's invisibility cloak- that I took without his knowledge, and ventured further into the darkness.

I rounded the corner of a bookshelf, and there he was-
Malfoy, knees drawn to his chest, back against a cabinet, looking the least haughty or arrogant I had ever seen him. My heart shattered.

I wanted to embrace him, tell him it was okay- but it just wasn't.

He looked up. He knew I was here.

I silently cursed inside and walked towards him. I reached out my hand, towards his shoulder-

"Don't touch me!", he shouted, scrambling away from me in a hysterical manner. He looked up at me, his eyes glistening brightly with tears,  flames dancing wildly in his irises.

"Malfoy-"

"Stop it! Don't come near me, I'll just hurt you!"

"Malfoy," I repeated, outstretching-

"NO!" He thundered, lashing out his arm at me. I grew scared, feeling years roll down my face, and he must've seen it, because he got up, gripping my elbows and staring directly into my eyes. "No, Sarah, don't cry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," he sobbed, his fingers digging into my wrists.  He walked forwards, and I walked backwards until my back was against the cabinet. "Sweet, sweet Sarah, whose eyes shine like pure gold, like the promises of tomorrow, and whose hair is always the radiant chestnut brown like chocolate, and whose freckles sign the dotted line of her perfec-" he stopped, gazing back up at me. "I'm sorry," he said again, but this time it was but a whisper.

"For what?", I whispered softly.

"For me. For me being this huge mess that I am, and for being- crazy." The last word was so quiet it was almost inaudible.

"You're not crazy, Mal-"

"No!" He said. "I am. Just look at me. I'm- I can't function properly, I can't get this stupid cabinet to work," he kicked the cabinet behind, and I jumped a little, startled. "I can't do anything right."

He looked back at me.

"I'm mental."

***

There will not be a part two.

So, I'm so sorry, @SarahVn1 , that this one-shot took so long. If you'll refer to the last time I updated, I  said that was running out of ideas... so sowwy.

The next one-shot that I upload will most likely be another name request  a Remus x reader.
St me know what you think in the comments!!!

Later m8s,

Zoë