Drarry: Need for your gaze

Chapter Five: Draco

The air shuddered at its own temperature. Feeling like a Dementor's touch. Freezing. Perhaps to most, it wouldn't be that cold. Though most would've dressed warmer. Not just in a dress shirt and pants. Other's would've worn their full robes.

However, I didn't necessarily mind the cold. My arms didn't attempt to shield me from it. Leading the freezing air to kiss my exposed skin. Almost numbing it. Which was what I wanted. To numb. There were just too many emotions coursing through my head. Instead of dealing with them, I chose to try to numb them.

My little outing would've costed my house, points. Since it was 3:35 in the morning. But, it wasn't like I strayed far away from Hogwarts. I was right outside the gates. They were easy to climb. So, it was a simple escape.

My feet paced back and forth. Contemplating my next move. Talk to Potter? Ignore him? Or, run straight back to him? No. Run back to him was something I couldn't do. I needed to move on. So, ignoring him was my best option. But, as most things, it was going to be easier said, than done.

A sudden snapping noise caused my head to turn around. There stood Jacob Dubwa. Staring at me.

"What are you doing out here?" He snapped. "It's against the rules!"

"Whatever I want." I hissed. "What's it to you? And, if it's such a terrible thing, then why are you out here?"

"Well, as I said, it's against the rules. Plus, you look freezing!" He worriedly exclaimed, taking off his wool jacket. His eyes barely being visible due to the darkness that surrounded us. "Here, have my jacket. I'll take you inside."

"No." I gritted through my chattering teeth. "Piss off."

Sure I guess he was trying to be nice to me. But, that's not what I wanted. What I needed. Right now, I needed a replacement enemy. Someone who could distract me from my longing. Not some nice guy who wants to give me his jacket.

"Please, let me help you warm up." He suggested, "we can get you some hot chocolate and snug pajamas."

"Screw off." I snarled. Wanting to be left lonesome on my walk. Not minding that I didn't get the answer to my other question.

"But!-" He tried to complain, but another voice stepped in.

"I'm pretty sure my son told you to piss off." A pale figure stepped in, "so, do it, or else."

"Y-your son?" He was terrified, yet confused.

"Yes." The figure hissed, stepping forward. "Now, beat it!"

Jacob quickly scurried back over the gate. Sprinting like an elk running from a wolf, like his life depended on it. Though it confused me about why he was here. He hated anything to do with Dumbledore. Trying multiple times to get him permanently fired. So, why would he be at Hogwarts? Where he knew Dumbledore resided.

"Why are you here?" I questioned the pale man who seemed to glow in the moonlight.

"I could feel something was wrong." He briefly answered, "now, why are you out here? Do you know what time it is!? You could've gotten hurt or-"

I bowed my head in shame, as he rambled about the dangers of walking the grounds at night. Soon his ramble about that turned into what he would've done to that boy if he hurt me. He was truly a protective parent. Which, wasn't necessarily a terrible thing. Just sometimes annoying.

"-Never mind all of that though. What matters is that you're okay." He paused for a second. A frantic look of worry crossed his porcelain face. "You are okay, right? If he fucking laid even a finger on you I'll-"

"I'm fine. He didn't touch me, Dad. All he did was offer his jacket and try to bring me back." Despite me just saying that I was fine, he began looking for bruises, scratches, hickeys, you name it. "Dad! I'm fine."

"Draco, what's wrong? I know something isn't right. So?" My friends could never see past the walls that hid my emotions. However, my dad, it was like he bought them. He could see through them whenever he felt like it. Whenever he felt like 'checking in'. "Here, let me leave a note saying I'm taking you out tonight. We'll go to some cafe or restaurant if any are still open and talk about it."

Before I could even respond, he was walking off mumbling threats to himself about Jacob. With a slight chuckle, I trailed behind him.

"You know, I'm pretty sure McDonald's is open. Let's go there." He declared. "Wait, do you still like McDonald's? Last time I checked you liked their uh... what do they call them...?... Oh! 'Happy Meals', right? You like those. Don't you?" My father turned to me, a slight smile on his usually grumpy face.

The only time I saw him when he wasn't grumpy was whenever we'd hang out. Which, I loved doing. But, something I didn't love was how he forgot I wasn't a kid anymore.

"Dad, I liked Happy Meals when I was five." I sighed, "I'll just get fries or something."

With a quick nod, he quickened his pace. Hurrying to Dumbledore's office. Instead of climbing the closed gates of Hogwarts, he raised his cane and banged on it. Repeatedly. Not caring if it could disturb the students that were lucky enough to be sleeping. Eventually, Filch came storming to the gate.

"What do you want!" He yelled. Not realizing who he was yelling at. Though, he quickly did. "Oh! Mr. Malfoy. What a ....surprise." He obviously didn't view it as a pleasant surprise. More of a dreadful one.

"Mr. Filch, if you may, my son and I need you to deliver a message." Filch glared at me before nodding. However, my father did not approve of that glare. "Argus! Don't you dare glare at my son like that!" My father sounded prideful when he said 'son'. "I'll have you know that just because you work for Dumbledore and he is a student, doesn't mean you are superior to him. At least he can perform magic! And! He is not a worthless Squib such as yourself. So, I'd watch yourself before you lose your job! Now, you are to inform the Head Master and staff that I am taking Draco out for the day. He will not be going to class. Do you understand? Or, are you too idiotically useless to be able to remember something as easy as that?"

Filch didn't say anything after that, he just walked towards the main building. Silently.

"Pathetic, little, worthless, useless, piece of absolute rubbish!" My father angrily exclaimed.

Knowing that he could be extremely explosive, I changed the subject.

"What do you even like from McDonald's?" I asked, completely changing the subject. "Also, what are you doing up at three in the morning!? Shouldn't you be sleeping?"

"I like their fries and wraps." He calmly answered. "And to answer your other questions, yes, I should be sleeping. However, my internal Draco alarms went off. So, I knew something was wrong. I needed to make sure you were okay. And, I don't need to even ask why you're awake. Let me guess, thinking about Potter?"

"Yeah..." I quietly mumbled. "I'll tell you about it when we get to McDonald's. For now, I just want silence."