Resorted

Chapter Twenty nine

[Self-harm warning].

"Mr Black, it's Professor Snape, let me in." He knocked on the door with his knuckles. There was no movement or sound. "Draco, it's Uncle Sev, please open the door." Ruffling of clothes approached the oak door, clunkcing of the metal mechanics inside the handle. Slowly, Draco opened it going back to sitting on his bed. Draco was in no state for the mean, emotionless man Severus puts on, so he lowered his walls once the door was firmly closed behind him.

"What's happened?" He sternly questioned. The blonde boy had his head staring at the floor and hands in his lap. Must be an interesting floor. "I got to Grimmauld place and Black accused me of doing something to Harry to make him upset."
"Why does that upset you so much?" He walked over to his Godson and sat on the other end of the bed.
"Because I want to get to know Black, because he's the only blood family I talk to now. He's also Harry's father figure, so obviously I wanted him to like me. I also wanted to try and get him to apologise to you..." that sent Severus back. Draco would never have acted like this last year, he would be pining for his fathers approval. Not once would that Draco think about someone else, would consider someone else's feelings or thoughts. Maybe Harry Potter wasn't like James Potter after all. Perhaps he was too harsh on the boy because of who his father was.

"You know, you are completely different to your father now." Severus said out loud. Draco's face lifted from looking at the floor to Severus' gaze. "You stopped wanting your fathers praise, he never stopped. You've found love for someone and he never truly has. You've changed for the better, he's never questioned himself." Severus placed an arm around his Godson. This was the first time they ever had physical contact, "I'm proud of you." Spontaneously, Draco threw his arms around his Godfather. He imagined hearing those words from his father, but gave up on that, he wanted to hear those words from his mother, but gave up on that too, he wanted to then hear her words from Black, that wasn't going to happen. Hearing them from Uncle Sev filled him with so much joy. Maybe he doesn't need Black to like him, he has Severus, he already has a father figure, he already had Severus before this all happened. Uncle Sev was always more of a father to him than Lucius was, finally, Draco saw that. He'd been an idiot needing Black to like him, he doesn't need his approval, he doesn't need anybody's, but for Severus to say he's proud of him, maybe he did need one persons approval, but he finally got it.

"Thank you, Uncle Sev." Severus gave into the embrace squeezing his Godson back. He cared deeply for the boy and has enjoyed watching him grow this year. It was amazing to see how one person can change someone else so easily, that's because he knew Draco wanted to change. However, Severus did nothing about it, because he knew he couldn't get the boy to abandon his pretentious beliefs, out of all people, Potter did just that.

"I better get going, I have some first years to teach. They are even worse than Longbottom! There is this one girl who's just as good as you were, Phaeona Ladilian. She's told me she knows you too." Draco let a little laugh slip, he doesn't even know why he likes that little Ravenclaw first year, but he can't help feel like a big brother with her. "Yeah, she's special. Tell her I said hi, and please, go easy on her."
"I can't promise anything, but I'll tell her you said hello." He swiftly left in his dramatic style.

Since Draco has regained stability, he ventured out into the common room where he sat in the best leather armchair reading his potions book through for the tenth time. He really wanted that Outstanding. "Hey Malfoy, can we talk?" He marked the page in his book then slowly looked up to see Huckabee.
"What about Huckabee, can't you see I'm busy? And it's Black, or can you not read The Daily Prophet?" He huffed sitting up straight.
"Is there anything going on between that mudblood Granger and Blaise anymore?"
"No, not after what that know-it-all did." He went back to his book but Huckabee didn't move.
"Do you know what he likes?"
With a sigh, he again, marked the page in his book and locked eyes with the sixth year, "Ask half the people in my year or the year below, he's dated them all for less than two weeks." He opened the book again, "could you move? I'm trying to revise and you're being awfully distracting." So the boy did. Everyone, well almost everyone, was afraid of him. It wasn't like he tried to be friendly.