Split Your Soul (Drarry) (Boyxboy)

Chapter 35

Harry's POV:

Some you win, some you lose. Not all greater things in life are kept by the struggles we go through. The daily appearances we keep up with weigh us down until we are nothing but a small pile of depressed rubble. We get shot down, pushed over, picked apart, and yet, we still remain the way we are. Maybe slightly more dejected. Maybe slightly more bruised. Maybe slightly less hopeful.

It's times like these where we just have to pick ourselves up and carry on with our broken pieces.

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"Wait! You caught him trying to leave!?" Hermione's hands surrounded her head and she was shaking it. "Ye... Ah." My mind was trying to disperse the slightly blurry memories of four this morning. "Please explain." Hermione demanded and the whole time, Ron just sat there with nothing much but a curious look on his face.

"Well I woke up to Draco getting up to go to the bathroom. I thought nothing of it so I went back to sleep. The ticking clock woke me up later and Draco still wasn't back. So I got up and went to the window and he came out and called my name. And then we started fighting because he was going to leave..." I trailed off.

"You said he was trying to protect you. What from?" Ron chimed in and I acknowledged him since I first came in. "That's the thing. I don't know. I'm supposed to be protecting him from Voldermort's minions that may come after him but he won't let me." I flopped back against the couch and huffed out a sigh. This is ridiculous.

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Two weeks. It's been nearly two bloody weeks and I have not heard a single thing from Draco. Ron, Hermione and I returned that same day that I went back to the hotel. We flew back to Hogwarts, much to Hermione's delight, and were interrogated by both McGonagall and Snape. I repeated the conversation I had with Draco, leaving out the kissing bit of course.

I also answered all of their questions. And during the period of two weeks, I'd had several bloody Slytherins come up to me and ask where Draco was. And every answer was the same. 'I doing bloody know!" I'd become so angry with myself.

I'm so angry that I let Draco walk out that door. Stupid bloody Draco and his stupid bloody reasons. I can't sleep. I really can't sleep. There are too many nightmares, so I've resorted to playing midnight Quidditch by myself. With the permission of McGonagall of course.

There was a Quidditch match of Gryffindor against Slytherin again, and I was looking forward to it. But the excitement lessened when I thought of Draco not being the Seeker. Nonetheless, I trained myself as hard as I could. I been using an enchanted Snitch to quicken my speed and it's been working. Which was really good.

So, a Quidditch match on Saturday. Whats today, Wednesday? Yes? Am I correct? Of course I am. I'm smarter than you. You're the one who didn't go after Draco, now didn't you.

I've been putting up with my conscience for nearly two weeks and it's been bugging the hell out of me. Sometimes I want to pulls my hair out in frustration, because everything he speaks, he ridicules me to no end about my mistakes and not going after Draco. But maybe I deserved it for not going after Draco.

Hello? Anybody up here? Of course, I'm up here. Knock knock, otherwise you'd be an empty skull of idiot. Oh, I'm so funny. I make myself laugh.

Oh shut up you bumbling incessant fool. I don't need your antics right now.

Actually, you probably do. Have you heard that Draco's back? Also, you sounded a hell of a lot like Snape right then. Just saying.

Oh my god. Shut up. Wait, what? Draco's back? Hold up, are you joking or are you being serious?

I'm being Sirius. And no, I'm not joking. Im one hundred percent telling the truth.