The Dorm Mate Mishap (Drarry Fanfic)

Chapter 4

Twenty minutes later, I hear a motorcycle pull up. Silently, I slip into the hallway and open the door as he steps up to it.

He wears a white and black checkered shirt and his black backpack "That was fast." I state and he hums.

"Well, I might have broke some laws." he smirks as I lead him into the living room, where he spots Hermione. He looks to me "I'm guessing she knows?"

"You told him you're gay, before you told me?" Hermione raises an eyebrow to me and I shake my head.

"The Golden Boy is gay?" Draco asks, looking down at me "Well, isn't this a problem? We're fucked."

I furrow my brow at him "How so?"

"Two gays being friends, we're kinda destine to fuck." He shrugs "Sorry Harry, but I'm not going to fuck you."

"You're not going to fuck me, you arsehole!" I insist and he nods "Besides, I top." He shrugs, before I look to Petunia "Sorry, Petunia, Dudley, this is Draco Malfoy. Malfoy, Petunia and Dudley Dursley."

Malfoy gives a warm smile, before holding out his hand to shake their's "Pleasure to meet you. Pardon our conversation."

"Draco, would you help us explain Voldemort to them?" I ask and he nods, before taking off his backpack and pulling out his notebook "Why'd you bring that?"

"Because I have shit memories." he states, before flipping through the pages to a drawing of Voldemort.

He hands the notebook to Petunia and I explain "Voldemort hated muggles. His loyalist didn't believe that muggleborns deserve to be educated in the wizarding arts. If he recruited someone, they either did what he said, or they, and their family, was dead."

"My family, is a pureblood family." Draco sighs, before flipping the page and showing the dark mark "My father, and my aunt, were willingly apart of Voldemort's attack."

"You have the mark." Dudley states, nervously and Draco stares down at it.

After a long minute, he continues "Voldemort wanted me to slaughter Albus Dumbledore, the late headmaster of Hogwarts. My mother's, and my own, life was on the line."

"Whatever happened to her?" Hermione asks and I shake my head.

"While I was gathering the riches I could, my father flattened her skull with a rock." Draco states, before Hermione gives an apologetic look "When I learned what he had done, I could not stop the rage from overtaking me." he takes in a breath "I rang his neck, until the blood vessels in his eyes popped and his nose bleed. Then I snapped it."

After a very silent moment, he mutters a pardon and steps out for a smoke. I look to Hermione and sigh "You really had to ask that?"

"He murdered someone." Hermione states.

"After years of abuse, he was going to get his mum away from his father." I whisper in hopes he won't hear me "I testified at his trial to insure that he wouldn't be in Azkaban, with the death eaters he betrayed!"

She sighs, before asking "What if he hurts you?"

"He wouldn't hurt me, Hermione." I insist and she gives a concerned look "Draco... he's a softie. He smokes, he drinks, he parties. The only harm he could care anyone, is to himself."

After the conversation is settled, and Hermione understands that Draco isn't a threat, Petunia cuts the cake.

When Draco steps in and grabs his bag, I stop him "Come on, Petunia is slicing the cake. You drove all this way."

"I think in best for me to leave." Draco whispers, before shrugging "Maybe I'll get another tattoo or something."

"Have you eaten, Draco?" Petunia asks and Draco shakes his head "Come along, boy! Put some meat on your bones!"

"Be careful!" Dudley insists, before smirking "She used that phrase to fatten me up!" he looks at me and his smirk drops "Beg your pardon, Harry."

I shrug it off, before grabbing the telle remote and trying to flick it on, with no success "Something wrong with the telle?" I ask.

"It's hasn't been working for a week, now!" Petunia calls from the kitchen. As Draco and her walk back into the room, she smiles "Don't perhaps there's a spell to save it?"

"Spell, no." Draco sighs, handing me his plate and digging into his bag to pull out a swiss army knife "However, I did pick some things up in America. May I have a look?"

Aunt Petunia consents and he dives behind the telle. As he works, my curiosity gets the best of me and I ask "And I look through your journal?"

"Photos, yes. Entries, no." he calls out over the telle and I nod "None of them are bad or anything. Just personal."

Silently, I put down his plate and turn to his bag. As I pull out the journal, I spot a couple of pill bottles in the bottom. When I pull them out, I read the labels "Imipramine and Diazepam."

"What's this?" I ask and he gives a curious hum, before glancing towards me "These medications."

He gocks, before continuing to work "Voldemort lived in my house, Harry." he states, before sighing "Breakfast was usually a couple pieces of toast, and a large helping of the Curciartis Curse."

Hermione frowns in confusion and I sigh "Hurts, doesn't it?" he hums and I ask "It feels like fire in your veins."

"Still does." Draco states, before snickering "Muggles call it nerve damage. That's partly why I take imipramine."

"Partly?" I ask as I place them back.

"It's also used as an antidepressant." he replies, before clearing his throat "I've always been depressed. Even before Voldemort. I just hide it well."

Hermione sighs "Diazepam is an anxiety medication."

Draco stands and walks around the telle "I betrayed Voldemort. You'd be shitting bricks if you thought you're being hunted down by death eate-" he furrows his brow "Never mind."

Hermione smiles at that, before Petunia asks "Did you give up?" Draco shakes his head, before turning on the telle.

"It's all good. One of the wires were loose, so I fix it, and it should be fine." Draco nods, before asking "Seriously, I'm getting a tattoo tonight. Who's coming with?"

"Curfew is at ten." Hermione states and Draco nods. She looks between the both of us, before nodding "Ten fifteen, meet at the car?"