Mischief Unmanaged ➰ H.P

XXV. Theo's Plan B

Harry watched the slim and pale teenager lying against the hospital bed in the infirmary. He has his eyes locked on his face for almost ten minutes, trying so hard to remember at least what's his role in his life.

He was taken aback when Draco opened his eyes, meeting his own. There was an eerie silence as if the two were searching for something to say.

Harry cleared his throat and fixed his position on the chair. "Erm, hey are you okay?" he asked, feeling ashamed at how lame he sounds.

Draco's eyebrows furrowed together as he propped himself in a sitting position. There was no one inside but them, and he's thankful about it. He could finally talk to him.

"I'm so sorry mate," he croaked, unable to find any better words to say how sorry he was.

Harry glanced at him, a little bit anxious. He don't know this man but he was told that he's innocent, contradicts to what he heard about Hermione saying he's the one who poisoned him. "They said it's not your fault."

Harry felt so dumb than ever, he's not sure about many things and just relying on Hermione.

"Yes it was. I put the poison in your drinks when I offer you a shot that time we fixed our friendship. I think you should sue me or hex me. Anything, I won't fight back." Draco insisted but Harry just smiled in response. Weird, he thought.

"Dumbledore said that maybe Sara slipped the poison in my drinks during the party which I hardly remember. Uhm, you were frame up and technically you're innocent." Harry explained.

Draco shook his head, "No it's my fault. If I never ask for the potion it'll never happen. If I just--"

"Dude for godsake stop blaming yourself!" Harry blurted out even before Draco could finish. He heaved out a sigh and laid a hands beside him. "Okay maybe you made a wrong decision but this will happen anyway. That Sara, she's a bigtime lunatic. Either you liked it or not, I'll get poisoned. If it wasn't me then maybe it was you, or Theo or Blaise. Or maybe Hermione."

Draco felt some bile lurching inside his stomach, Harry has no idea how his words soothe the burden in his chest. "Well, I still owe you."

Harry let out a chuckle, "I want to ask you something, are you really my best friend?"

There was an awkward pause before Draco managed to reply, "I was. After what happened, I don't think I still deserve the title."

Harry fought the urge to roll his eyes. How in hell he had such dramatic friends? "As long as you're willing to help us get to Luna's father, you can still have the title."

The two laughed for a few seconds, until Draco felt the slight pain in his shoulder. "Of course I can. I'm pretty sure Hermione could get to talk to her too."

"Nope, Luna's been guarded by Ron and Neville. Even Hermione cannot talk to her without getting interrupted by either of the two." Harry said.

It was very strange as of Harry to talk calmly despite of what he did. That was the thing kept on singing in Draco's ear. Maybe he'd just have to take advantage of it because surely Harry will beat the crap out of him if he gets back to his old self.

"Er, you lost a very precious talent there. The mischief tactics. Dude, it's easier than failing Divination. You have the map and the cloak, nothing is impossible." Draco said, earning confuse look from Harry.

Draco sighed exasperatedly. "Fine, get Theo and Blaise here. Tell them to bring the map and the cloak, we're going to kidnap someone."

Harry was about to open his mouth to object when Draco snapped, "I mean get to talk. Er, nicely."