I am damaged//drarry

chapter 8

It's been around 2 weeks since the 'incident'.Potter and Draco were still to talk about what happened. Well Potter seems very eager to talk but Draco also seems very eager not to talk. So this means a lot of avoiding on Draco's behalf and a lot of hunting from Potter's behalf.

But sadly for draco, the god damn golden boy always knew where to bloody find him. It was driving poor Draco insane.

When Draco woke up on a fine Saturday, he realised that he had actually had a good sleep and he has even managed to get a sleep in. When he did rise, the sun had already risen but it wasn't too late to have missed breakfast, so Draco got up and got dressed. The Slytherin was taking his sweet time walking to the Grand Hall, until feeling the presence of another behind him, undead or not, it was hard to tell.

This day had something going for it, Draco had woken up this morning thinking it was going to be a good day but then somebody just had to come and disrupt his peace. It was probably Potter, oh sweet merlin, I hope this won't be a repeat of 6th year, this thought was only briefly seen before a large fist came in contact with Draco's jaw.

The attacker then proceeded to grab a hold of the collar of his jumper and pull him close to their face. Draco saw them pull their arm back, like they were going to punch Draco for a second time, so Draco screwed his eyes tight and waited for impact...But it never came, instead Draco heard a low voice that got carried out through the empty hallway.

"I wouldn't want to do that if I were you, Mr McLaggen." Green eyes flashed with danger as Potter scanned the scene in front of him.

"Harry, why do you defend this disgrace of a wizard? He should be rotting in Azkaban with his father, so should his mother!"

Something changed in Potter, like a new gear falling into place. He walks towards McLaggen and grabs him by his vest collar, which causes the brute to let go of Draco's once nice jumper. Draco moves as far away for the others until he hits the wall but he couldn't bring himself to carry on.

Potter pulls McLaggen face closer to his and grows almost animalistically, "What's the rule for Narcissa Malfoy?"

McLaggen try's to pull himself out of Potter's grip but ended up fruitless. Finding the stone floor very interesting, McLaggen mumbled something vague. All Draco could do was just stand there and watch because his body seemed to ignore all the messages his brain was sending. A ruff voice drew Draco's mind back to reality, Potter's face was now red and his right hand was clenched as if he was about to take a punch.

"What's the rule Cormac? I know you know it."

McLaggen raised his head and tried to look Potter in the eyes as best as he could. He opened his mouth to say something but seemed to rethink it. He closed his mouth, swallowed and opened his mouth again.

"Narcissa Malfoy is a brave woman who saved Harry Potters life. She deserves better then what she gets."

Draco watched as Potters face split into a bright smile that didn't reach his dark eyes. He let go of McLaggen vest and claps him on his shoulder, but Potter wasn't finished there. His right hand comes up and lands on McLaggen other shoulder and gave them a ruff squeeze.

"I knew you knew it so I don't want to hear that you've been talking like that again, ok Cormac?" That fake grin hadn't left Potters stupid face and his hands hadn't left McLaggen's shoulders either, in fact it seems that Potter's grip was getting tighter as the moments passed.

McLaggen gave the smallest nod and Potter released his iron grip on the poor mans shoulders. The boy obviously took this as a sign he could leave because he turned tail and flees. Potter now turns to the slytherin who had ended up on the floor somehow, Draco now has Potters full attention, joy.

Potters stance seemed to have lost that dangerous energy that had been radiating from him before, but Draco was still a little nervous. He walked over to where Draco had succumbed to gravity, Potter then squatted down and gently held Draco's face to make him look in his eyes, Potter has pretty eyes. Draco could feel his eyes widen and his cheeks light up at the thought that raced through his mind.

Potter gently pulled Draco's face towards his, but his grip was nothing like how he grasped McLaggen. As Potter slowly pulled him forward, his thumb lightly brushed against Draco's bottom lip but this just cause pain to shot through his mouth.

"You've got a busted lip," Potter casually stated as he wiped away some blood and then turned Draco's face to the side, "and what looks like going to be a nasty bruise on your jaw there." Potter being the brute he his, proceeds to push his finger against the said nasty bruise.

"Ow" Draco's voice was unkind and so was his glare. Quickly twisting his face away, he managed to get his face loose from Potters hold and made to stand, but Potters hands came down onto Draco's shoulders and slide him down the wall again, which cause Draco to land quite ungraciously.

Potter gave him an apologetic glance before grabbing his face and turning it left and right again, "sorry Draco but I gotta make sure your not hurt anywhere else."

Draco pushes away Potters hands again but didn't make a move to stand, "Potter, I'm fine, all McLaggen did was ruff me up a bit. Nothing I can't handle."

The Gryffindor's face paled dramatically, "he didn't," Potter dropped his voice to whisper, "he didn't touch you, did he?"

"Excuse me? No-Why would- You think? What?" Draco's brain couldn't seem to accept the fresh information he had been given.

Potters serious face seemed to fade away and his lips quirked into a small grin, "Don't get your wand in a twist about it, I just wanted to make sure your alright."

Draco rolled his eyes, as if this idiot knew the first thing about healing people.

"Well now that you've done that and we know that I'm ok, I'm gonna go to the kitchens because I've now missed breakfast. See ya around Scar-head."

Draco started his walk again, this time heading towards the kitchens. He could hear some of Potters protests but soon Draco was too far away.

He got to the painting and tickled the pear. Once inside, all eyes were on him, big round glassy eyes. Slowly one elf approached him and bowed lowly.

"How may Winky be of service to Master Malfoy?"

Draco smiled fondly at the familiar elf and crouched down, "Just a breakfast please Winky and I've asked you just to call me Draco."

"Winky knows this but Winky also knows it is not polite. Winky will get started on your breakfast right away Master....Draco."

Draco smiled to himself, he was proud of how far Winky had grown. Behind him, he hear the painting door open and he slowly stood up from his crouching position. Turing around, Draco saw the person he expected to see,

In a quite voice, Potter spoke out,

"May I talk to you Draco?"

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