The Binding Potion- A Drarry Fanfiction

The Binding Potion- Chapter Nine

Harry's P.O.V (Tuesday)

I can feel my heart pounding out of my chest as the end-of-dinner bell rings. Malfoy is, in fact, the first to stand up from his seat. He looks at me and I meet his gaze. I can tell he is ready to let me talk. I stand up without saying a word, avoiding the curious gazes of our tablemates. We make our way through the winding corridors of the castle in complete silence. We pass the giggling angel and, finally, enter the long hallway of identical doors. Malfoy pushes open our door and walks inside, I follow suit. The door closes behind us and, as soon as it does, Malfoy turns to face my way. He crosses his arms and taps his left foot to indicate impatience.

"You have got five minutes"

His voice is devoid of any detectable emotion, but it is enough for me to start pouring out what I have been wanting to say all day.

"I am so sorry. What I said was inexcusable and very uncalled for. I was just so angry at the comment you made about me thinking my title makes me more privileged compared to everyone else. I don't see what I am as a privilege... I see it as a curse. I would have given anything to just be normal and to have spared the lives of all my friends."

At this point, I am starting to tear up. I start pouring out to the blond boy in front of me and I am not even sure why.

"They died protecting me and now all of those closest to them won't ever get to see them again... a- and"

I start to choke on sobs.

"I know this isn't an excuse for what I said but I ha- had to tell you that"

Tears blur my vision and I quickly take off my glasses and attempt to wipe them away, but more just keep taking the place of the ones I rid of.

"I- I understand if you c- can't forgive me. I know I don't k- know if I could if I w- was you."

At this point, my weeping enables me incapable of formulating actual words. I don't dare try to meet Malfoy's eyes out of embarrassment, for both my previous actions and my current actions, and out of fear of what he might think. I don't know why I care so much about what he thinks of me, but I do. The silence from Malfoy's end makes me want to turn away from him, as to not meet his gaze, and I am about to do just that before I feel myself being taken in for an embrace. I nearly gasp in shock as I realize that the Slytherin has taken me in for a hug.

"I forgive you"

I nearly crumple to the floor in relief at the soft words of the boy embracing me. I did not realize how much pent up guilt I felt until it was all washed away, lifting a heavy weight off my shoulders.

"Thank you," I whisper back.

We continue our hug for a couple of moments, allowing myself to take control of my emotions, before stepping back and catching each other's eyes. Malfoy's gaze is soft and full of a warm light that spoke of his forgiveness. I smile back, trying to portray my thankfulness through my grin. Once again, I find myself chuckling at the events that are unfolding themselves.

"What's so funny Potter?"

Malfoy's words would have been irritating had it not been for his playful tone and amusement-filled eyes.

"I bet if we told our younger selves this would be happening in their future, they would have passed out on the spot," I say between my snickers.

Malfoy laughs as well and adds:

"Passed out? I probably would have gone into cardiac arrest!"

Before I know it, both of us our laughing. I feel my face heat up and my heartbeat race when I look over to the laughing form of Malfoy next to me. His hair is wild and falling over his face and his hand hovers over his mouth that is erupting with giggles. He actually looks kinda cute when he laug- wait what?! My internal shock at my thoughts must reflect on my face because Malfoy's amused face turns to one of confusion as he looks over at me.

"You ok, Potter?" he asks, his voice laced with confusion.

"Oh yeah! I'm fine"

My voice sounds unconvincing and I can tell Malfoy doesn't quite believe me, but he doesn't push it.

"Well, we should probably start on our homework. I think we already caused enough trouble for today" he states, his voice playful and his eyes content.

The look on his face seems to heat my body like a fire and I quickly tear away from his gaze. What is happening?! I can feel his eyes on me for a few more moments before he tugs me towards our bags to grab our homework and then to the glass table. We work on homework for the rest of the night without mentioning the events of today and I am thankful for that. It's nice to let go. Every once in a while I can see out of the corner of my eye that Malfoy is sending a calculating glance my way, as though he was trying to figure something out. I don't know why, but I find myself hoping he doesn't find out what's wrong with me before I do. Something tells me it's personal. Once our homework is done we put our books away and get ready for bed. The lights go out and I find myself quickly fading into darkness.