Fractured ✔️

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Draco's P.O.V:

I sighed gently as the train pulled into King's Cross station, and pulled my head up off Harry's shoulder. I rolled my neck, relief flooding through me and my stiff muscles loosened up.

I watched as Harry stood up, stretching his arms above his head and grimacing as his shoulder cracked loudly.

I couldn't prevent the snort that escaped me, and quickly sunk down into my seat, a hot flush creeping up my cheeks. Harry grinned down at me, a cheeky glint in his eyes.

"Shut up."

He feigned mock hurt, clutching his heart, "But I didn't even say anything!"

I rolled my eyes and tried to fight the grin that was forcing its way only my face.

"Let's just wait until it's quietened down out there, we're not in a rush." I mumbled, glancing out of the window at the crowded platform.

"Is it that? Or is it because you're still paranoid being around so many people." Harry said softly, sitting back down beside me.

"I can't help it Harry. You don't understand. The people out there adore you, people everywhere adore you. It's not the same for me. And I don't expect you to understand that." I signed.

"I know. Sorry." He mumbled, and slumped back into his seat.

"Don't be."

He flashed a small smile, which I tried my best to return.

"We should get going. Your mothers probably waiting for us."

I nodded and stood up, pulling my bag over my shoulder and grabbing Harry's, holding it out to him as he stood up.

We made our way through the almost empty corridor and out onto the platform. The only people there were remaining students waiting for parents, and a couple of people who looked to be waiting to catch the train elsewhere.

We walked in silence back through the wall into the main station, which was bustling with muggles heading to and from work, climbing their umbrellas and briefcases tightly.

"Where do we apparate from?" I said as we walked through the sliding doors onto the hectic street outside Kings cross station.

"We'll just have to wander around until we find a deserted alley." Harry said, and I didn't bother replying to him.

Half an hour later we found a dark alley, tucked away from public view and wedged between two tall buildings.

"Here will do." Harry said quietly, and I nodded.

I held my hand out and he grabbed it.

A few uncomfortable moments later, we had arrived in France.

I kept ahold of Harry's hand even after we had time to recover after the journey, and he didn't move to let go either as we made our way up the narrow staircase leading to the house.

Once we reached the door, I had barely rest my knuckles on the rough wood when the door flung open.

"Ah boys! You're here! I was beginning to worry you weren't going to make it, come in come in!" Narcissa reached out and locked her hand around our entwined ones, pulling us into the house.

I let out a laugh, causing Harry's slightly shocked expression to crack into a smile.

"Oh Harry my dear it's wonderful to see you!" She beamed at him and pulled him into a tight hug, causing his hand to slip out of mine as he hugged her back.

She pulled away from him and held him at arms length, "You're looking much better than the last time I saw you, thank Merlin."

She then looked over Harry's shoulder at me, and I grimaced awkwardly as she scanned me up and down.

"However I can't say the same about you Draco, you've gotten thinner, again. And look at those bags under your eyes!!"

She moved towards me and I jumped slightly as she rest her hand on my arm, it was that arm, and I felt wounds sting uncomfortably at the extra pressure.

I prayed silently that nothing would reopen and bleed through my top, that would be a nightmare.

"C'mon, lets go eat. You need some meat on your bones." She said, and shot me a disapproving look before hurrying off further into the house.

"She's right." Harry said, watching me carefully.

I realised quickly that I was clutching my arm, and quickly let go.

He raised a brow but didn't question me.

"I'll take our bags in, go talk to mother I'm sure she has a billion questions to ask you."

Harry nodded and handed me his bag before wandering down the hall and out of sight.

I slug his bag over my free shoulder and walked quickly down the stairs to my right, desperate to be on my own for a moment.

The moment I had entered my room I threw our bags onto the bed and raced into the bathroom, slamming the door behind me.

I quickly pulled my hoodie over my head, grimacing at the sight of my arm, left uncovered by my T-shirt.

I quickly cast a bandaging charm, sighing in relief as my scars and fresh cuts disappeared from view.

"Draco!" I jumped at the sudden voice that came from outside the door.

"Draco!" Harry called again.

"What?"

"Hurry up, lunch is ready."

"I'll be there in a second." I called, and pulled my hoodie back over my head.

I glared at my reflection in the mirror, I tried in vain, to fix my hair, but it wasn't working.

"Oh fuck it." I whispered to myself.

I jogged back up the stairs, having to pause when I reached the top, letting my head clear slightly and my vision focus again.

I settled down into the chair beside Harry, who was already eating the pasta my mother had prepared.

"What sauce is it?" I asked as my mother placed a large serving of it infront of me.

"Tomato and basil. There's cheese in that bowl if you want some. The garlic breads in the oven it'll be ready in a moment."

"Sounds good." I said, picking up my fork.

"It is good." Harry said from beside me, causing my mother to smile brightly at him.

"Why thank you Harry."

I had just raised my fork to my mouth, when a sudden tap on the window caused us all to jump.

We looked over at the window, a tiny owl sitting on the window still, a letter tied to its ankle.

"Pig?" Harry said, standing up and making his way to the window.

"Harry...that's an owl." I said, causing my mother to chuckle.

"I know that. It's Ron's owl, his names Pigwidgeon, pig for short." Harry said as he pulled the window open and the small owl fluttered onto his shoulder.

He stroked him gently and untied the letter.

I set my fork down as Harry opened the letter, scanning it quickly.

I watched as he let out a sigh, his shoulders slumping slightly, causing the small owl to jump around on his shoulder.

"What does it say?"

"I've been invited round on Boxing Day." He said quietly.

"That's good isn't it?" I questioned.

"I haven't been to the burrow since school started."

Then it dawned on me. He hasn't seen Rons family since he's been with me. He's been avoiding them for fear of them being against us. Against me.

Because they are.