Fractured ✔️

6.00

I stood outside the heavy wooden door, not wanting to believe the words on the small gold plate.

                               "Draco Malfoy & Harry Potter"

There was bound to be a mistake, Minerva knew how Harry and I had spent our years doing nothing but hating eachother. I chuckled as the penny dropped, of course she knew. She probably put us together on purpose.

I pushed the door open and was met with a cosy prodominantly red and green room. The two colours were mingled together, one of the four poster beds was draped in gryfindor colours and the other in slytherin. Oh she had so planned this.

I walked over to my bed and threw myself down, letting out a heavy sigh as I sank down into the soft matress. I looked around the rest of the room, large bookcases lined the walls, and a couple of large armchairs sat infront of a blazing fire.

I could feel the charm I had casted on myself wearing off, I could see it too, pale white scars becoming visible from under the sleeves of my robes. I stood up from the bed and pulled my robes off me, quickly pulling on a pair of pajamas incase someone walked in.

I walked towards the bathroom and stood infront of the mirror. God I look like absolute shit. I had dark bags under my eyes, my arms were littered with scars and my top hung loosely off me, could see my collar bones sticking out from under my top. It wasn't a good sight. I walked over to my bed and grabbed my wand, about to cast another glamour charm when suddenly the door was flung open.

Harry.