Harry's POV
I jumped as my dormitory room door flew open, revealing a red faced Ron.
"You scared me! What're you playing at?" I said.
He shut the door behind him and sat down on my bed, trying to catch his breath.
"I was wrong." He got out between sharp intakes.
"Wrong? About what?" I asked.
"About Draco. I thought we had it worse than him, and that he was playing on it all, but he isn't." Ron said.
I glared at him, "No shit Sherlock, that's what I've been telling you for months."
"I only just saw it. He had a panic attack in the middle of the corridor and I thought he was gonna die or something, it was proper scary mate." He said, his eyebrows raised.
"Seriously? I can't believe you Ron. He's clearly been suffering all year, and you made things a hundred times worse when you were talking about him to Dean and he fucking heard you!" I shouted, feeling my face become red.
"Harry...I didn't know he heard us." He said, his voice quiet.
I let out a sigh and shook my head.
"It's too late now. It's not me you have to sort it out with, it's him." I said.
He nodded and I stood there for a moment in silence, before deciding to leave the room.
I need to find Draco. Before things get out of hand.
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Fractured ✔️
FanfictionBroken pieces are inevitable. We all break, some more significantly than others. Draco Malfoy wasn't just broken, he was shattered, fragmented, fractured. His soul was beat down and broken. Returning to Hogwarts was the only form of escape he had. ...
