I found Draco sitting down hunching over. He was in the middle of the room. His towel was still wrapped around him. I immediately ran towards him and hugged him from behind. I could feel his protruding spine on my abdomen. He took a shaky breath and turned around to reveal that he had been squeezing his wrist so hard it was starting to bruise. I wanted to shout in shock but I stayed completely silent.
Draco was still squeezing his arm. He was looking at the floor, I could see tears dripping down his face and falling onto his lap. I held Draco's clasped hand. I didn't try to pull it from his wrist because I knew that that would only increase the damage. I just placed my hand on top of his. With my other hand, I slowly extended it towards Draco's cheeks to wipe away the tears with my thumb.
After a few moments, I could feel Draco's grip loosen. His arms dropped to the floor. I gently held his face and moved it up. I looked into Draco's grey eyes but still, I remained silent. Draco nodded, he knew what I was trying to communicate. He stood up and walked over to my trunk. I watched him.
He pulled out a pair of my pants and some black skinny jeans, however when Draco put them on they were baggy. He reached over and slipped into his Slytherin jumper. He grabbed his grey trousers from the floor, folded them and put them in my trunk. I smiled, I liked having a little bit of Draco with me at all times.
He turned around and said,
"shouldn't you be getting ready for the match?" His eyes were still red and puffy from crying but he spoke with a convincing smile. Draco sat on my bed,
"where's weezlebee?" He asked. I looked at Ron's bed, it was empty.
"Maybe he's with Hermione" I said shrugging my shoulders.
"Maybe" Draco replied sceptically.
I got dressed in my quidditch gear. Draco sat on my bed watching me put it all on, it's like he was looking forward to taking it off.
"Ready?" Draco said holding out his hand.
"Ready" I replied taking his hand. We walked to the great hall together. When we entered we endured the looks and didn't let go of each other's hand. We sat next to Ron and Hermione who were already eating.
"Where have you guys been?" I asked looking at Ron and Hermione. Draco was buttering my toast for me.
"Ehh Umm you know studying" Ron replied. Hermione ignored the question completely.
Draco and I looked at each other and smiled.
"Gonna be a tough one against Ravenclaw today Harry" Ron said desperately trying to change the subject.
"Yeah, it will be" I said. I suddenly remembered the last quidditch match.
"Hold on, who won the Slytherin vs Gryffindor match?" I asked.
"They called it off and there's going to be a rematch" Ron said trying to be respectful of Draco's misfortune
"Well, at least I won't be playing" Draco said tapping his leg with his cane and smiling. You couldn't tell he had been crying at all now. It was almost frightening.
"Quidditch is such a dangerous sport" Hermione said lifting her head from her book.
"Pft no it's not" Ron said. Hermione and I looked at each other Ron had no idea about muggle sports and how different they were in comparison. After we had finished breakfast we all made our way to the quidditch pitch. Hermione went to go and find a seat but Draco walked with me up until I was just about to fly out.
"Good luck Potter" Draco said before kissing me on the head. He left to go and find a seat with Hermione. A few members of the Gryfinndor team patted me on the back in support.
"AND NOW WE HAVE GRYFINNDOR" we all flew out onto the pitch to be met with cheers.
I loved quidditch second only to Draco.
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Potter: A Drarry Fan Fiction
FanfictionWhen Harry Potter discovers a distraught Draco Malfoy he sees a new side of his childhood enemy. He sees a boy who needs saving. "Potter: A Drarry Fan Fiction" introduces the famed Harry Potter and loathed Draco Malfoy to readers as they've never s...