snatched || drarry

19

They managed to catch up with him.

Well, Draco let them catch up to him. He knew that he needed his friends right now, he didn't trust himself to be alone with his thoughts. Especially not today. He had managed to push away the importance of today, only knowing it would make him so upset but now it's all he could think about.

Draco wasn't sure if any of his friends knew about today, they probably didn't seeing as they most definitely would have mentioned it if they did. Draco knew he needed to be around people he trusted to keep himself grounded. The bracelet on Draco's wrist made him feel ever so slightly better as it was like he had a tiny part of Harry with him today.

Draco wondered if Harry remembered what was today. He probably did seeing as every year, Harry got so excited for this day but Draco wondered if the kidnapper had done things to make Harry to forget what was today. He wondered if Harry was even alive to remember today.

"Draco, are you okay?" Hermione asked, softly.

Draco shook his head. "No, I'm not but I'll cope. It's just today has been particularly hard."

Hermione nodded her head sympathetically. "That meeting must've been really difficult to sit through."

True, the meeting was difficult to sit through but it wasn't why Draco was on the verge of breaking down. The meeting was a small inconvenience that weighed him down slightly compared to the real reason why Draco really wanted today to be over with.

Draco put his hands in his pockets and felt the small, velvet box in his pocket. He had no idea why he brought it with him, it's not like he could do anything with it. It wasn't like Harry was going to pop out in the middle of the street, it would great if that could happen but it wasn't going to.

Today was meant to be important. It was meant to be special. Harry was meant to be with Draco right now. They were meant to be together right now but instead, Harry was still missing and Draco had to sit through a meeting where he was told that Harry is most likely dead.

Draco sighed and concentrated on his surroundings. It wasn't very interesting but anything to take him away from his thoughts. He was following his friends to a cafe. Everyone agreed that they should all sit down together and just talk about things and catch up. Draco wasn't sure if a talk with his friends would make him feel better but he could always count on a coffee to make him feel slightly better.

Draco followed his friends into a small cafe and sat down at a table.

"I'll get it. What does everyone want?" Dean asked.

Everyone ordered (Draco just getting a black coffee) and thanked Dean. Everyone got their drinks and quietly sipped. A silence fell across the table, no one knew what to say. It was strange because everyone had so much to say but didn't know where to start.

Draco honestly preferred the silence, he liked it when people didn't talk sometimes. This was a situation where everyone walked on eggshells, scared that they were going to say something wrong or something insensitive. No one wanted to be the person who said the wrong thing, especially at a time like this. In the end, it was Neville who broke the silence.

"So, hows everyone holding up?" Neville asked, his caring nature too big to be kept silent.

A chorus of 'fine' and 'alright' was his reply.

"Everyone is the same." Luna said, everyone turned their heads towards her, expecting her to elaborate. "We all feel the same. We're not fine, none of us are alright but we're holding up the best we can. We all want him home."

"It's so scary." Hermione sighed. "I never thought something like this would happen to us."

"You know, I thought we'd already been through enough with the war an everything but no, Merlin wasn't quite done with us yet was he?" Pansy said. "Can I just say Merlin is a massive dick. Oh and also whichever scumbag took Harry."

"I don't think I could look at whoever kidnapped Harry without wanting to kill them." Ginny said.

"I second that." Blaise said. "I mean, how fucked up do you have to be to kidnap an innocent human being."

"I just wish we had some leads." Dean sighed. "I mean we have nothing and it's so frustrating."

"Everything about this is frustrating. Nothing could have prepared us for this. I'm going to be honest, I thought this would be like what it is in TV shows. He'd be missing for a couple of days and then we'd find him, but no." Ron said.

Draco watched his friends converse. He was hanging onto every word they said. Usually, he'd zone out of conversations but today he desperate to hear something, anything, to reassure him that they felt the amount of pain he felt right now but Draco wasn't even sure if it was possible for anyone to feel the level of pain he felt.

"I'd take fighting Voldemort over this any day." Dean said.

"I think we all would." Hermione sighed.

"Remember when all we were concerned about was passing our O.W.L.S and who would win the house cup." Pansy said, a hint of nostalgia in her voice.

"Those were the good times." Ginny chuckled, lightly.

The group of friends slipped into a silence. It was more comfortable than before, now that everyone had said something and feelings were out there, it seemed everyone felt slightly more at ease. Everyone except Draco, that is.

Draco had so much to say yet nothing at all and it was confusing him. Draco had no idea what he was feeling right now, he just felt empty. He felt no emotion, no sadness or anger, he just felt lost within himself. Draco never knew it was possible to venture so far into your mind that you don't know if you're going to come out again.

"Draco, are you alright?" Someone asked, Draco wasn't sure who.

Draco sighed before looking at everyone. He met everyone's eyes as he sat up. Was he alright? Draco wasn't sure if he could lie anymore. It was obvious from his appearance that he was anything but alright. His eyes were bloodshot and his under eyes were so dark. His hair was always messy and Draco was sure he'd lost quite a bit of weight.

"It's our anniversary today." Draco said, quietly.

Draco watched as everyone's eyes went wide and a couple of mouths formed an 'o' shape. Draco began to laugh bitterly at the sheer ridiculousness of the situation.

"Fuck, it's our anniversary and my boyfriends missing."

Draco was met with silence. No one knew what to say but, then again, what were you supposed to say in this situation?

Draco put his hand in his pocket and fiddled around with the small velvet box. Today was supposed to be his and Harry's day, it was supposed to be one of the best days of their lives. Draco took the box out of his pocket and heard a few gasps. He rolled it between his fingers before opening it.

Inside sat a simple silver band. It was so simple, yet it held so much meaning.

"I was going to propose today."