tw/ mentions of child abuse
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"-and this time Potter just flat out-"
"Draco!" Pansy shouted, cutting him off, "I really do not care about what Potter did in potions today. Alright? Go talk to someone who gives a damn or maybe grow enough balls to tell Potter how you really feel about him."
Everyone sat around them at the Slytherin table just froze. Everyone was growing old of Draco's constant talk of the Boy Who Lived. But no one had the nerve to say something about it, no one except Pansy Parkinson.
Draco's face went pale, "Wh-What?! How I really feel?! He knows how I feel! I hate him! You're ridiculous!" He crossed his arms and looked away from them, now his cheeks turning slightly pink.
Pansy nodded, "Yeah, sure. And I'm a bloody hippogriff. Just go be gay somewhere else," She rolled her eyes and looked back at her book.
Draco looked at her, "Just because I'm gay doesn't mean I like Potter!" It was a few moments before what he had said really sunk in, "Oh god..." He stood and ran out of the Great Hall.
He had just accidentally come out as gay to everyone in earshot. This was bad. Very bad.
He ran down an empty corridor, wanting to escape everyone. Once he decided he was safe, he leaned against a wall with a sigh. "Draco, you bloody idiot," He grumbled to himself.
But then he heard a strange sound, one that he could only describe as a soft whimper. It sounded like it came from a human, a frightened one.
"Hello?" Draco asked softly, walking further down the corridor, "Anybody there?"
He then heard the whimpering again and saw a pair of feet peeking out from behind a pillar, someone was hiding there.
Draco started to approach the person slowly, "It's alright, I won't hurt you.. Though if you recognize my voice that may be a bit difficult to believe..." He sighed but continued speaking, stopping right before the person came into view, "Did someone hurt you? Is that why you're hiding here?"
After only hearing some shuffling and more whimpers in response, Draco walked to see who it was, "Do you need to go to the hospit- Potter?!" Draco had honestly expected to see a poor first year hiding from bullies. Not the Boy Wonder hiding in a corner with his legs pulled up to his chest.
Harry saw Draco and tried to back away, but his back was already against the wall. He looked up at the blonde, his eyes wide with fear and starting to fill with tears. But he didn't speak, just let out a small high pitched sound of fear.
Draco stood still for a moment, not sure what to do. But it didn't take a genius to figure out that something about Harry's behavior was very wrong. "Are you under a spell? Drink a bad potion maybe?" He asked softly, seeing his fear and not wanting to make it worse.
Harry looked him over, deciding if he should trust him or not. He stayed tensed up and backed away, but he nodded to answer the question.
Draco sat down in front of him, but not too close, "I thought so. Which one was it? Spell or potion?"
Harry bit his lower lip before hiding his face in his hands, whimpering again. His body started to shake a bit.
"Okay, okay... Calm down," Draco said softly, trying to comfort the brunette, "You don't have to tell me."
Harry peeked out from behind his hands before holding up two fingers. He kept trembling, like a scared puppy
Draco looked at the fingers, a confused expression on his face, "Two?" he thought for a moment before a look of realization passed over him, "Oh, you mean second! The second thing I said was potion. You're like this because of a potion. Am I right?"
