Hello again! I'm so so sorry for being late! I've started school and have had loads of home work :(( I hope you enjoy this chapter and hopefully, I can keep a schedule for 2-4 updates a month! Thank you for reading!!! XOXOXO
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"Yea, did you hear about his dad?" "I heard he almost got a dementor's kiss..." "youngest in Azkaban!"
The whispers. All around. They wove in and out of the house scarves around the students' necks, fluttered under every fleeting glance. They silently curled around his lungs. Draco could deal with a lot of things, pressure being one of them, being in the Manor with the Dark Lord would've taught him that. Instead, every glance, every whisper, every "accidental" shove... hurt.
He'd done his time, he payed for almost all of the hospital expenses and most of the burials. He personally went to every member of a fallen child's family and apologized. He'd stayed every other hour that he wasn't in Azkaban at Hogwarts to rebuild it, all of this done on his own accord. After doing everything he could do to let people know he'd changed, they still talked about him.
In a perfect life, Draco would've been redeemed but, obviously, his life decided to shove it's dick up his ass. Which really wouldn't be an issue with him, that is why he's gay, but it's the fact that his existence has actually taken into consideration what people have said to him..."Go fuck yourself." So now he is and it's not nearly as fun as someone else doing it for him.
"Well, Ronnypoo-" Draco hears from off to his right. He swivels around because no. No, no, no. That can't possibly be him, right? Why would he even come back to this hellhole?? He's bound to have hundreds of job offers, why would he want to come back? After everything?
"Harry..." Warned the Weasel. Draco couldn't understand why he was still there, rooted to the spot. He should've thrown a nasty look Potter's way and stalked to the train. Now, instead of stalking, he's stalking. Totally unacceptable.
"Since you had," Harry's voice came again, sounding very uneducated and babyish (still not attractive at all), "such a harwd summer, wittle baby, maybe you shouwd take a bwake and not go to schoow? Den you won't be so exhawsted." The bastard broke off for a split second a bloody fucking smirked. Since when is he allowed to do so? 'That's my territory', he thought to himself as Potter finished, laughing. "How does dat sownd?"
The mudbl- Granger... looked as though she was trying very hard not to laugh, even as the Weasel blushed and cuffed Potter on the back of his head, causing the Boy Wonder to laugh harder. The red head walked away with his trolley, moving toward the train, with Potter in tow, but only after giving Granger a Cheshire Cat grin. Draco shook his head and finally moved, walking stiffly towards the train.
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Everyone went quiet as Draco walked into the train car. This isn't anything unusual, but people staring behind him when that happened was. He paused his footsteps to glance over his clothed shoulder and nearly choked on his spit. There, standing behind Draco, was Potter. Of fucking course there was Potter. Potter and his stupid fucking glasses and his nasty, thick, crazy curly hair. Potter, who was presently staring at him..... Draco. The blond turned to face Harry, raising a perfect brow in his direction. What was worse, Draco didn't have a decent wand. The wanker in front of him took it from him while he was in the manor (although he really isn't that mad). It wouldn't hurt to have it back, though, especially in situations like these because Potter is most certainly going to throw a hex his way (although totally and admittedly deserved).
Potter dropped his wand from inside his sleeve (force of habit for easy protection, he supposed) and took a couple strides past the compartments separating them, stopping three feet from Draco. He just... stood there, not moving other than to flick his eyes up to Draco's head. Then the brunette, much to his and everyone else's surprise, smiled. He smiled. At Draco. 'Potter smiled at Me. Draco.' Were his only thoughts. The Chosen One huffed a laugh and waved his wand, flourishing at the end. Draco flinched immediately, used to Crucios, but no pain came, just a warm feeling around his hai- his hAIR. WHAT DID HE DO TO HIS HAIR??!! The blonde reached up lightning fast and touched his previously loosely slicked back hair, and felt the silky, free strands falling through his fingers. 'Why would he change my hair? Did he not like it before?' He thought and then added quickly, 'Not that I care if he likes it..". Potter gave a confused shake of his head. 'Why had Draco flinched at a hair styling charm? Surely he's used them?' He thought, unbeknownst to Draco. Meanwhile, the Slytherin was giving confused glances as well. Why would he do that? It just made no sense. Finally, Potter nodded and left Draco standing there with his bag still in hand, back to his compartment.
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"Ah, Draco, you've done wonderfully. You've not only brought the Potter boy to me, you've taken the mark as well. This calls for.... an -unexpected- celebration." Voldemort's snake like voice paused for a second, then he turned on his heal, robes billowing. "LUCIUS, get the boy and bring him to the dining hall." He ordered, and his father went down into the dungeons.
Draco felt something wet run down his face and moved his hand up to touch it. He pulled his fingers away to see that they were coated in red. Blood. Hot, sticky blood. But that blood wasn't from anyone else. Him. He was crying blood- crying blood- crying blood- killed potter- crying blood- Voldemort has him- crying blood- I killed my Harry- crying blood- crying blood- crying bl-
Draco woke up with a start, crying and shouting still. What had he DONE.
He looked around the eighth year dorm room frantically, sobbing. He hadn't taken the dark mark and Harry is still here. He's okay, Harry's in his dorm, he's okay. This is my eight year, I never turned Harry in and that snake faced bastard is dead. He's d e a d.
The blonde finally calmed after a few minutes, shook out his hair, and looked at the time. 2:37 am. The rest of the drive to Hogwarts wasn't bad, and the Sorting was basically the same, albeit a lot less students and an even smaller amount of Slytherins. Getting up from the bed, Draco walked to the bathroom for a shower to clear his mind. When the water was hot enough, he stepped inside and left it to caress his back and roll the tension out of his body.
He's dead, Draco.
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A/N: IM SO SORRY THIS IS AS LATE AS IT IS I GOT BUSY W SCHOOL! I'm gonna try to update 2-4 times a month for you guys! I hope you love it!! XOXO
For my love, -pcttersmalfoy 🌹
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