Slowly. . . {DRARRY FANFIC}

Broken. . . {Harry's POV}

He's staring again.

I wonder if he knows I notice.

I don't see him smile anymore.

I'm worried.

Sure, he's supposed to be my enemy.

But what has he actually done?

Thrown a few words around.

A couple of spells.

He's never done anything to deserve this.

He's become so distant.

I never see him talking to anyone anymore.

He sits quietly in the back of the class.

One time I caught him crying in an abandoned bathroom.

I stayed in the shadows and watched him helplessly.

He wouldn't accept my help.

Why would he?

I was the reason his father was sent to Azkaban.

I should have thought of how it might affect Draco.

He's so lonely.

He looks depressed.

Sometimes I stare at him.

Watch as his hazy, grey eyes gaze out the window. 

He looks so at peace in those moments.

But then I see how empty they are.

It's my fault.

I'm sorry Draco.

I'm so sorry.

But you have to understand.

Your father was a murderer.

Foul and deceiving.

He could have hurt you.

Or worse...

It was for your own good. 

For everyone's good.

You look so weak and frail... 

As if I'd hug you, you'd shatter.

I don't see you eat at lunch or dinner.

You don't even show up to breakfast.

I'm so worried.

Oh, Draco.

please be safe...