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Draco stayed and played with harry in the room of requirement until just before dinnertime. Draco picked harry up (with a lot of difficulty because the boy didn't want to leave) and carried him to the great hall.
Draco knowing Harry would want to choose were he sat, put him down. The little boy excitedly walked/ ran to the Slytherin table. Draco sighed with relief. He happily flounces over to his friends and Harry.
Pansy helps Harry up and puts him in her lap snuggling into his hair.
"Hello Draco Darling!" Pansy says whilst putting food onto Harry's plate, as Draco takes his respective seat.
"Yes, hello Draco." Blasie Welcomes draco in a very fake and flirtatious voice. Draco raises an eyebrow and smirks.
"Hello Blasie good to see your in a good mood." Draco says dryly still smirking. A few seats down some Slytherin 3rd years were giggling. Blasie gasps faking a pained look with his hand over his heart.
"Why Draco? Why? Has your heart been taken by another?" The Slytherins being so used to the there crazy antics didn't even care because they knew it was a game, and they laughed. The rest of the hall turning towards the Slytherin table to see what was going on.
Draco was about to reply to Blasie when Pansy frantically tapped him on the shoulder.
"Draco! Draco! There's something wrong with harry!" Draco, scared now looked at Harry. Who's eyes had rolled back to only show the white, with tears running down his face, and a look of pure horror.
Draco reached towards him but Harry screamed. Draco backed off and then Harry passed out. Leaving a scared straight Draco to pick him up and run to the hospital wing.
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Hiss hiss motherflipers!
Sorry for the short chapters! I will try to make them longer! But I donut really know so you can't say I ruined your life by braking promises!
Cuz I didn't make a promise
And I said that i donut really know if it will happen... Sooooo... Bye!
I Love you all!💚
*jumps out a window*
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