I am damaged//drarry

Chapter 3

Draco pulled up a short, he could still taste the next insult in his mouth.

"Did....Did you just call me Draco?" He mumbled, tripping over his words, his mind still in a daze.

"Wha..ah.....No." Potter said the no with confidence, Draco knew all of his Gryffindor courage had disappeared.

"And I'm the next dark Lord," Sarcasm was dripping from Draco's words

"Glad to see your feeling better," Potter mumbled this but being near Draco and almost completely silent, Draco heard every word.

"And why wouldn't I be ok, Potter? Why would you care how I'm feeling?"

Much to Draco amusement, Potter had a light dusting of pink across his cheeks and ears, and he didn't answer Draco's questions.

"What day is it, Potter?"

"It's Saturday morning, maybe you aren't quite will yet....." Potter's voice got quieter and soon he was muttering to himself, Draco let out a small chuckle at the thought that he could make Potter so confused.

Potter looks up at the sound of laughter.

"What are you laughing about, Malfoy?"

"Your face," Draco quickly schooled his features, "Hey, are you sure it's Saturday? The last thing I remember was me cu-..... I was studying in the library on Thursday night."

"Maybe you should go to the infirmary, Draco, your not looking to flash."

"You did it again! You called me Draco and not Malfoy! I knew you did!"

"Know your hearing things, come on," Potter looking flustered but still made a grab for Draco's arm, the arm that was closest to him, the arm that had the awful, disgusting, vile mark "I'm taking you to the infirmary."

Draco ripped his arm away before Potter could even touch it, he knew that if Potter touched it, it would be as bad as a Cruciatus curse, no, not because it's Potter (although that wouldn't be the most pleasant thing,) but because he has thousands and thousands cuts up his left arm. He only cut his left. It was the arm that had done him wrong, he didn't actully hate looking in the mirror before he got that blasted mark!

"Your not taking me anywhere!"

" You know what? This is bullshit, you're bullshit, my life is bullshit, you're life is bullshit! So why won't you let me help you!"

"BECAUSE I DON'T WANT YOU'RE HELP!!!"

"why?"

"Don't talk like that, you sound like a puppy not getting attention,"

Potter starts to chuckle at the thought of that and soon Draco join him and soon they were both breathless from laughing too hard. It felt nice, it felt normal. For once.

"Why?"

"Aggghhhhhh, not this again Potter."

"No, why won't you go to the infirmary with me?"

Draco just shrugged him off.

"In not giving up on you. You don't understand this yet, but people need you."

"Are you saying that to me sincerely or are you just quoting 'Big Hero 6'?"

"Both?" The light blush that had been brushed on Potter's cheeks and ears have now gone a red that could rival any Weasley.

"Welp, it's late or early, and I still want to be a little active tomorrow, so I'll see you around...Harry."

Draco slide up the wall and asked over to the doorway and turned his head so he could just see a gobsmacked Potter still sitting on the cold tower floor. He made sure that Potter was looking at him and gave him a small wink. Draco calmly walks until he was out of earshot, then proceeds to sprint until he got to the 8th year common room which isn't too far for the Astronomy tower but still far enough to make him lose his breath and build up a small sweat.

When Draco entered common room, he saw Pansy curled up in a over stuffed armchair sleeping. He headed toward his dorm room which he had all to himself, all the year 8 got to choose their room mate (2 per room and they have to be the same gender) so obviously Potter and Weasley, Thomas and Finnigin but an odd pairing was Blaise and Longbottom which left Draco a room for himself unless he want to pair with a Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw.

If he was honest, Draco didn't mind having a room to himself, sure he got lonely but it gave him somewhere he could run away to when reality was too much and he wouldn't have a room mate to question him or judge him. Once he got inside his room, he lay on his bed, on top of the covers and still in his uniform that he's be wearing for two days straight, and in the moon light that was flowing through his window, he brought his left arm up to his face and pulled down his sleeve, revealing a bandaged arm. 'Huh, so Pomfrey did find my scares, great.' Draco slowly began to unwrap is arm, when he heard the sound of shoes walking up the stone steps that headed up to all the boys dormitories , (another reason Draco likes his room, it's almost at the bottom of the stairs) and he froze in the middle of his action of unwrapping.

The foot steps seemed to falter on the landing just outside his door but seemed to make up their mind, and kept heading up the stairs. Draco looked back down at his arm and decided to wrap it back and go to sleep.

So he did just that.

When Draco did finally wake, it was almost lunch time, so he got up, but on a black and white long-sleeve shirt, a MCR band shirt on top of that (welcome to the black parade, if you were wondering) and his shirts were tucked into a pair of black skinny jeans, he had just put on his black and white checkered Vans and was heading to open his door, when a piece of parchment slipped under said door. It was folded into quarters and when Draco it said;

Draco,

Please, I know you're in there....

Draco chuckled at yet another Disney reference and realised only Potter and Pansy knew about his Disney obsession, but that also means Potter wrote this note, because if Pansy wanted to talk to him, she would've broken down the door and woken him up.

Draco slipped the little note into his back pocket and headed down to the great hall for lunch. He was almost at the great hall when he heard his name being called,

"Hey Draco wait up, Draco!"

a/n
Oooohh shit dude, I actually did something
Word count: 1088
Do you guys think I should do the next chapter in Harry's p.o.v or kept it with Draco's?
Bean~