Hogwarts Pretty Boy- Sequel to Durmstrung Pretty Boy (2 of 3)

Chapter 15

As my group walks into the great hall the next morning, Oliver screams "Let's hear it for Draco Malfoy!"

I give a confused look and about ninety percent of the school just starts clapping.

In confusion, I furrow my brow and then a Hufflepuff screams "Guys can be victimized, too!"

Then it hits me. They're saying that they believe in me. I take in a shakey breath, before Harry grabs the back of my neck, softly "Draco, are you okay?"

A tear slips down my cheek and he pulls me into a hug, kissing my neck, lovingly. I jump as the others in my group hug onto me.

As joyce sobbing rakes through my body, a sense of freedom washes over me and I feel lighter than ever.

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As we sit at breakfast, packing food in, the owls swoop in and my owl drops two things. A letter from Lucius, and the profit.

The profit cover reads in giant letters: "WIZARDING WORLD A FEUD BETWEEN MALFOY ASSUALT"

Harry reads aloud "Following the announcement of the contact, Lucius Malfoy stepped forward to speak on his son's behalf. 'The heinous assault on my son, in which Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle tried to castrate Draco, along with the brutal sexual assault, is still a hateful sex crime, even if you don't believe that he was raped. And Pansy Parkinson instructed Gregory and Vincent to castrate my son, so that involves her, as well.' Lucius told reporters 'This was very clearly a hate crime on a gay man. My son has been dealt a very unfair hand in life, and, unfortunately, Dolores Umbridge has twisted his wrist into this.' He continued 'I believe that those three deviants should be sent to Azkaban for what they did to my son.' When we asked him how Draco Malfoy has been since, he said 'Draco hasn't been the same since Viktor Krum died, or the assaults. He's very much disturbed. He can describe, in detail, what his vivid dreams possess, and I know that I wouldn't be able to handle it. My son can describe, in detail, the way the sky bends in the moment before it's about to fall. He reminds me of a stick of TNT lite from both ends. Which half is going to blow first? I ask myself. And people say he looks fine, but I can see. He walks through life, numb, and it's only a matter of time until he breaks. That's what he's always done. With his mum passing, and finding himself with a father who didn't understand. At times I feel I've failed him. You know, with his mother passing, and me being an arsehole, and him having to run off to London to be himself, and his dead friend. I told myself the day he was born that I would never let anyone hurt him, and I've failed him. And I feel so sorry for my beautiful baby boy that he's seen such hatred and cruelty. If I could have done it over again-' we stopped the interview there, on account that Lucius Malfoy way emotional. He requested that we kept it all in, so the people who doubt his son's story knew exactly who they were doubting."

I wipe my eyes as he folds the newspaper. Instantly, I turn to the letter and rip the wax open.

The letter reads "Dear Draco, You have nothing to be sorry for. I'm sorry I had to expose you in the profit. People needed to know that you're a victim. And I know that I showed a lot of emotion in the profit, but that's because I can't tell you those things in person. You have no idea how much I love you. I know I've been a prick, and I don't expect you to believe me, but I love you much more than you could ever know. Ever since I heard you cry for the first time, I knew that you were the only reason for my existence... and then your mum passed, and I started hurting you... and even then, I loved you, in my own strange way, I was... I don't know... Anyway, I miss you very much. Lucius. P.S. Me and Pin Cushion have been having tea."

I hand Harry the letter and start on a letter of my own, wiping my eyes, repeatedly.

By the time I'm done, the ink is smeared and it reads: "Dear Dad, When I was a boy, one of my first memories was you teaching me how to fly, and yeah, I developed bad habits, but I cherish the time we spent together back then. I can still remember you cheering me on. My mind locked those memories away, after mum died, and I grew to hate you. But, over the past year, I've grown closer to you and confided in you stuff that I didn't even tell Harry, like the fact that I used to dream about Viktor. Speaking of which, they've returned. Anyway, you're my best mate. And I love you, no matter how much you think you failed me, and you didn't. Love, Draco. P.S. That's a bit weird. A grown man having tea with a stuffed animal."

I do a quick deal, before handing the letter to my bird and letting it fly off.

With a proud smile on my face, I set off to my first class.

And for the next couple of months, all is at peace. I would walk up with Harry next to me in bed.

The cutting was a one time thing, but Harry never found out about it. He doesn't pay much attention to my ankles.

Hermione and the others were satisfied whenever I put on a few pounds.

Our classes were going well, except DADA, which happens every year, I've been told.

Pansy Parkinson, Vincent Crabbe, and Gregory Goyle, stayed away, mainly stuck in there rooms.

Everything was going well, until Dolores Umbridge decided to fire Professor Trelawney.