Draco Malfoy, Broken

Chapter 20 - Choices

20 - Choices

Flouish and Blotts was packed with Hogwarts students, buying their books for school. Draco uneasily let go of Harry's hand and pulled his hood further down.

"Maybe I should just wait out here. I just need the second book for Defense Against the Dark Arts," Draco offered, nervously.

Harry paused, considering. "I don't like leaving you out here alone."

"I'm not a child, Potter. Just go get your books and I'll be right here," he growled, indignantly.

Harry frowned and pulled him to small alcove beside the shop. He pulled off his bag. "Come here."

Draco moved forward at his command and Harry threw a silvery, silky fabric over him. His body disappeared. Harry flipped the hood over and looked around to make sure no one had seen them. Draco immediately felt safer... and even unrestrained. He was really invisible. No one could find him.

"Don't wander off. The cloak can't be summoned and no one can cast a spell to find you," Harry explained.

Draco marveled in the fact that Harry had let him use his Invisibility Cloak. "I think it's a little unnecessary."

"You were the one who was worried when we came here. It's not just the local rabble you have to worry about now. You did see those wanted posters, right? The Lestranges are still out there causing problems. They've hunted down a few turncoat Voldemort supporters already."

Draco flinched at his uncles' surname, but Harry couldn't see him. "Is that why you won't leave me by myself?" Draco grunted, slightly surprised by the information.

"Yeah, that and I told you that I wouldn't let anything happen to you. It's hard to do when I'm not here. I almost considered letting you use it the whole time, but it's hard to shop with the cloak on. Stay right here, I mean it," he ordered.

"Okay. Thanks," Draco said, alarmed by the possessive edge in Harry's voice.

Harry looked around anxious still, but left him. Draco waited for about ten minutes for Harry to return. He saw a few younger Slytherins, some now sixth year Hufflepuffs and Terry Boot and Michael Corner from their year. A few others he vaguely recognized as Gryffindors came and went.

Harry came out and back over to him, looking flustered. "Draco?" he sounded worried.

"I'm here," he whispered, "I like it when you're nervous."

"Shut up," Harry said, blushing slightly.

Draco smiled widely at his reaction. The cloak was awesome. He could openly stare at Harry and he be none the wiser.

"It's a good thing you didn't go in. Quite a few stuck their noses in my face. They figured out who I was. Terry thankfully told them off. Might need to thank him for that. Anything else you need? Robes? Quills?"

"I got plenty," Draco said.

"Ollivanders?" Harry asked, with some hope.

"I don't want to go there," Draco hissed. "The man was a prisoner in my basement for a year. I doubt he wants to see me."

"He testified for you, you know?"

"Still," Draco said.

"Fine. I'd Apparate us back, but we're a little close to the shop's wards."

"What can't Apparate through them?"

"There's too many different ones around here, unless you want to get splinched? I'm all for trying."