Aftermath • Drarry

019

And I've heard all the people

Calling my name

But they'll never just see just

How I've changed - Isaac Gracie; terrified

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'No, wait,' I started too beg with a broken voice. 'Please do not put me in there,' I continued, feeling the tears burn in my eyes, trying to escape. 'Cecilia.'

The older, once much friendlier women did not even respond to my words. Her hand was wrapped around my waist and she pulled me with her to a hallway I had never seen before. It was even colder and darker in here, it made me shiver. It made me want to cry even more.

'Please let me go,' I whispered again, hoping that she would feel sorry for me and would decide to let me go. I hoped she would come to realise that this was a mistake all along, just like I had said to her.

'I am so sorry my boy,' she said once we had stopped in front of a large white door with a small window in it. The white colour of the door did not have the same white colour that the walls had, something that made me cringe. 'But orders are orders,' she continued before opening the heavy door. 'You do not have to stay in here for too long, remember that. Okay?'

'Please do not do this,' I begged her one last time before she pushed me through the door. I landed on the soft fabric that the room seemed to be made off. I touched the soft fabric, knowing that this was placed in here so that I could not hurt myself.

'See you in a bit, my boy,' the nurse spoke before closing the door, leaving me alone in this empty room. By closing the door she cut off most of the light that came in to the room, resulting in a half dark, half light room.

Slowly, I stared to feel weird. Being locked up never was a thing I enjoyed in life. It made me feel rather uncomfortable, knowing that there was no-one to keep a close eye to me. Before I knew it the first tear escaped my eye, soon followed by many more.

I sat down in the corner, feeling the soft walls and floor touching almost my entire body. Despite the fact that this was my own decision (there was no one to blame for what I had done; no one had forced me to stand up for the raven-haired boy so in a way this really was my own choice) I felt how my hands started to sweat slightly and my breath started to become unsteady. I knew what was about to come; a panic attack.

Sitting alone in a white room made me loose all my grip on reality. I had no idea how long I had been sitting there, I had no idea about anything that happened on the other side of the room. The idea of not being able to go anywhere without anyone's permission made me feel recessive, it made me feel vulnerable.

It made me relive every single time my father had locked me up in my room. It made me relive his anger, it made me feel the same fear, the same pain. I could almost hear him scream through the door how he wished that he had never gotten a child, how he wished that I would have never been born.

Trying to remember everything Harry had taught me I started to breath trough my nose and breath out trough my lips, but even that did not seem to calm me down. I tried to grab something, to feel the texture of an object so that I could feel that I was not alone. But I was. There was absolutely nothing for me to grab, there was nothing I could hold on to.

My hands started to shake even more and my vision became unclear. I felt like losing it all, like I would lose everything I had worked for since I had arrived here. The silence that had fell in the room since Cecilia had closed the door was broken by a soft knock on the door, followed by the sound of a small window that was being opened.

'Draco?' I heard a soft voice asking me. When I finally opened my steel blue eyes I saw Harry standing in front of the window, looking at me with pity. 'Draco, are you okay?' he then asked, even though that question was unnecessary. I did not feel "okay" at all. I quickly wiped away the lost tears that were stil on my cheeks, hoping that he would have not seen them. Crying made me feel incredibly weak, especially when I was in front of someone who I wanted to think that I was stronger then I actually was.

'What are you doing here?' I asked with a raspy voice. 'Please go away before they see you.'

'No,' Harry spoke, sounding certain about his staying. 'I cannot leave you here looking like this knowing that I was the cause of this.'

'You were not the cause of this,' I said, trying to convince him desperately that he was not. 'Of course I am,' the raven-haired boy spoke, 'you stood up for me, that is why you are locked in here. I am so sorry they did that to you. And I would really like to thank you,' he continued as a blush found its way to his cheeks. His green eyes all of a sudden did not look into mine anymore, something that I changed. My body seemed to have regained some strengt again, something that allowed me to stand up. My fingers slowly pushed Harry's chin up, forcing him to look at me with those beautiful eyes.

'Please look at me,' I whispered. 'I feel like I am going crazy in here.'

'And that is all my fault,' the boy who lived blamed himself, something that made me wonder how many times he had felt like that. Like something was his fault even though it really was not. It made me want to protect him for that.

'No, it is not,' I said, 'I have no regrets for standing up for you the way I did. To be honest, I would do it all over again if I had to. No one is allowed to offend you like that, with an exception of me of course,' that made him laugh. Being in there for so long made me even more desperate to hear that beautiful laugh again, and again, and again. 'What I want to see is that for someone like you, I would love to spend another three or four hours in here.'

This made him blush as well, something that made me smirk a little. It was only then that I realised just how close our faces where. I could feel the warm breath leaving his lips, and when my eyes once looked at his pretty, pink lips they could not look at anything else. I could not help but wonder how those lips would feel, I could not help but wanting to figure that out. Sooner rather then later.

My eyes found a pair of green ones again, but they were not focused on my steel-blue ones but on my lips as well. This made me a little more confident and before I could stop myself my face started to slowly move towards Harry's. He did not pull back, he did not move at all.

Being that close to him I was allowed to feel the warmth coming of his soft looking skin, I could feel his breath and I almost bumped into his glasses. Our lips were so close, but before I was allowed to touch his he jumped up.

'Some one is coming,' he whispered, blushing just like I did. It was only then that I realised that there were footsteps coming our way. 'I should go,' he said. I only nodded and watched him walking away. A short moment after he had left reality hit me. If there was not someone who would have come this way we would have kissed.

But worse of all; I would have liked that.