Mischief Unmanaged ➰ H.P

XXII. The True Evil

Sweats were trailing down from Draco's eyebrows, his hands were shaking and so his knees and chin. The deafening sound of his heart beat was enough to tell that he looks more sick than his best friend, Harry.

He helped Hermione bring Harry back to their common room, he kept on asking who he was the entire time before he fell asleep. Draco was sitting on an armchair he moved just beside Harry's bed. Theo and Blaise were standing at his either side, both were eyeing him with their arms cross on their chest.

"Still won't tell us anything mate?" Theo was the first one to broke the silence.

Draco clasped his hands together, no one could describe the fear that slowly eating him. Seems like there were written words on Harry's sleeping feature that he can't take his eyes off of him. The guilt was overwhelming, if he will be given chance to play back time, he will give anything just to correct his mistake.

"I should've made a research, I shouldn't have trusted her!" All of a sudden bolted up, Theo and Blaise exchange confuse glances.

"Whoa whoa, take it easy. We can't handle another nervous break down here." Theo mused him to go back to his chair but Draco shove off his hands.

"I need to talk to someone," a determined look was etched on his face as his fist balled.

"Why don't you tell us who did it?! What do you think of Theo and I? Some stupid party cow you'll only call during happy hours?! Dude we are your friends, you can tell us anything. We don't just exist during easy times! We could be as useful even in tough times." Blaise frustratedly faced him, blocking his way out.

Draco was speechless for a moment, he's mentally arguing whether to tell them now. But he knew he has to take care of it first, it was his fault and he don't want to drag the two with him if he have to face the consequences of his action.

"He's right. We spent five years together, whether in detentions, lost Quidditch matches, failed subject, destructive experiments... Dude we always have each other, what's happening now? Years ago we almost know each others underwear color but now, we barely see each others shoes together." Theo was right, Draco thought. They are so different now.

They are no longer the four slytherin mischief makers who never left a room without giving headaches to their professor. They are no longer those boys impressing first years with a lamest magic tricks. They can no longer manage the mischief that already gone too far.

Draco inhaled deeply before looking at Blaise and Theo, "I did something really really bad."

Blaise raised an eyebrow but refuse to open his mouth, Theo too remained silent.

"I... I'm the one who poisoned him," his shoulders fell as his gaze dropped on the ground. But when he didn't hear any reaction from the two, he immediately shifted his gaze back at them. "What?"

"What what?" Theo asked, looking not surprise at all.

"I said I poisoned him, are you deaf Nott?!" Draco raised his voice.

"You're joking right?" Blaise asked, confirming Dracos assumption that the two won't believe he can do such thing.

There's no words forming on his lips. That was the reason he can't tell them, Blaise and Theo were real fans of best friends cannot betray each other fantasy.

"Don't blame yourself dude, we'll figure out who did this and we will make sure he gets the punishment he deserve," Theo tapped his shoulder, a faint smile on his lips.

Draco gave up insisting his side so he just nodded his head, "Fine, just need to catch some fresh air."

Blaise stepped out of his way, giving him slight nod as he passed by.