Picking up the Pieces of Our Lives -Drarry

Chapter 20 (No longer split into 3 chapters)

A/N I've finally condensed what was originally 3 chapters into the singular chapter I was originally planning to write. 

Draco

Almost two weeks now, and Harry had shown up everyday like he promised. And everyday, Draco was still surprised he had shown up,  still half-expecting him to just walk because the blond was just a hopeless case, but he never did. Each visit, Draco began opening up to him but bit by bit, speaking more each time. During the time the Gryffindor was gone, Draco would pass the time sketching and doodling with his healer watching him in the corner of the room, always practicing, even if no one would ever see them. Mostly, they were flowers and little doodles of Harry but occasionally he'd draw his old friends, Pansy, Blaise, and Theo. 

The Slytherin glanced at the clock, he knew he only had a few minutes until the Golden Boy showed up. Hastily, he sat up and threw his sketchbook, pencils and quills into the nightstand drawer by his bed. As he closed it, Harry opened the door,

"Draco, I have your Transfiguration, Arithmacy and Potions homework." he pulled out several textbooks from his satchel and laid it out for the blond, sighing "I don't know how you do Arithmancy, it looks so complicated..."

"It's actually quite fun, and I enjoy it. Once you know how it works, it's not all that complicated." Draco said, trying to act like his old self. 

"Well of course, the Great Draco Malfoy knows all!" Chuckled Harry, making large gestures with his arms "and since the Great Draco Malfoy knows all, may you help me with my Potions essay?" 

"Is that your way of asking for help? Rather strange if you ask me." 

The two finished their homework in only three hours  it would've taken less, had Harry not messed up his essay by writing the wrong ingredients, again. The entire time, the two were laughing and making jokes, having a great time. When dinner time rolled around, Harry just asked to eat there, and told Madam Pomfrey  he could look over Draco himself. When Celeste finally left and they received their meal, the two began to talk and eat at the same time. 

"So, Draco," Harry took another bite of a treacle tart "what do you do when I'm not here?" 

"Erm, I mostly just sit and think." Draco said, not wanting to tell him about his drawings 

"You do nothing at all?" Harry laughed. 

His laughter was such a beautiful sound, Draco could've listened to it forever. Lost in the comforting sound of the Gryffindor's laughter, he hadn't heard Harry calling his name.

"Draco? Draco, mate, are you alright?" the boy-who-lived asked, worried

"Hm? Yeah, sorry, just drifted off."

"Okay...anyways. We have some time, do you want to play a game? I was thinking we could play this muggle game called Truth or Dare."

"Sure. How does it work?" Draco set his tray off to the side, Harry did the same and he bang to explain the game.

"It's pretty self explanatory, someone asks your 'Truth or Dare' and the other person  picks one. If you pick truth, then someone asks you a question and you have to answer truthfully. If you pick dare then you have to complete the dare they give you. Sometimes, though, you can ask for another dare if it's too crazy. And just to spice things up, I'll be using a spell Hermione taught me so that when you can't lie during the game."He finished explaining and soon, they began playing the game. 

Harry started first, "Draco, truth or dare? 

"Truth." he chose, not wanting to do anything that might embarrass him.