My model, my lover (Drarry) ✓

Chapter 17

"Maybe his parents are there." Ella says.

"He told me they wouldn't be at this time." He says, calling Draco for the 120th time.

"You've been spamming his phone for an hour. An hour now." Ron sighs. "You're more hopeless than a girl, mate."

"Shut up. He picks up on the first ring. It's been like that for 2 freaking months." Harry sighs, calling for the 123rd time.

"Stop it, goodness. You're gonna jam the phone even before Draco starts speaking into the phone." Hermione says, slapping his fingers away from the keys. "Drink some water. You look like you're gonna have a panic attack."

"I am having a panic attack, Hermione! When your boyfriend doesn't pick up, it only means 2 things."

"He won't break up with you."

"That's my point! It means it's the other one!" He screams. "I'm telling you, I have a horrible feeling about this one. He's not been feeling too good these few days."

"He told you?" Ella asks.

"No, but I know it. Pass the phone. Maybe he's online now." Harry says desperately. As if on cue, the phone starts ringing. Hermione picks it up calmly.

"Hey Pansy?... What?! Okay... yes, yes bye." She puts the phone in his hands, pulling him up to his feet. "St. Mungo's, now."

"It's Draco, right?"

"Oh bloody hell, my mate called it?" Ron asks.

"Yes, you idiots! We're going!" Hermione yanks them through the doors just after Ella and Katie promise to cover for Harry, hailing a taxi.

"In the operation theatre." Crabbe tells them when they arrive, staring blankly at the door. His parents were pacing to and fro the room, his Mother wringing their hands together in worry.

"That operation?" Ron gasps.

"Yeah, that one." Pansy says grimly, knowing the chances of him surviving isn't high at all. "He went in 3 hours ago, Cecelia told me. It was a last minute decision. They said it's this or nothing."

"What are you... are you okay?" Blaise taps Harry on the shoulder. His eyes were closed, his hands tightly clasped together as he sat hunched over in the waiting seat, his brows knitted to form a distressed frown. "Bro. You want the nurse here?"

"Do you know anyone who's dead yet?" He asks, his eyes opening after a full minute of silence.

"N-n-no..." Pansy stutters.

"Exactly. I'm talking to my parents, Sirius, Remus, Pettigrew, Cedric, Sirius' ex, my landlord's late Husband and about 10 dead roommates." Harry says, his voice dangerously low. "Tell them to watch over Draco..."

"Good lord." Goyle sighs in pity. "Alright, you go back to doing that. I'll just check on you once in a while to see that you're alive." He promptly closes his eyes, going back into that same position. And no wonder he could work as a model, becoming apparently obvious when everyone started fidgeting after a few minutes, while he stayed in the same position, unmoving, for hours. At points in time, he looked like he wasn't breathing at all, the only indicator was goosebumps raised on his skin when he was touched, or the occasional twitch in his eyebrows like he was deeply bothered by something.

The next time he opened his eyes was just seconds before the Doctors came out, as if he understood. It was 9 hours by then, Draco's parents tired and sitting next to him, his friends on the other side, Pansy staring at him, either in awe or out of worry.

"How is he?" Harry rushes to the Docters as soon as they open the door.

"Another specilist doctor is operating on him now, which is why the operation light is still on." He says. "He survived the heart surgery. This, I believe, you know is a great feat?"