Thicker Than Blood | Drarry

Eight.

Hey everyone! Sorry for the hiatus there. But I'm back!

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Draco hung his head, both in shame and to protect his face from the pouring rain, as he walked from the locker rooms to the castle.

He wanted to run after Potter, to beg him to take him back to Hermione and plea for her forgiveness. But he had run out of the room before he could even begin to think about what he would say. He felt a stabbing at his heart as Potter spoke, and even though he wasn't the one abandoned by a friend, he sounded like he was. He heard the pain dripping with every word he snarled through his teeth.

Draco knew he was wrong. He knew he had overreacted. He had let his feelings get the best of him, something he always took pride in never happening. But in the past two weeks everything had changed. His emotions were all over the place. Heck, he didn't even know what his emotions were at any given time.

All he knew is that he had to get back to the common room and apologize to Hermione before Potter got back. If he told her about their altercation in the locker room, then he was afraid Hermione would think that he was only apologizing because Potter had yelled at him, that he only realized he had been in the wrong when someone else had yelled in his face about it. And while it was true, he didn't want Hermione to think that. He wanted Hermione to think that he truly was sorry, that he truly wanted to be her friend again.

And it was true. He missed his friend.

He quickened his pace. His heart was still beating twice for every step that he took. The rain was coming down harder and harder, and he was soaked to the bone. He clenched his wand in his back pocket and cast a quick warming charm to prevent himself from freezing in the rain. Once inside the castle, he cast a drying charm as well. Sighing, he noticed that his leather shows had wrinkled in the process. He'd have to deal with that later.

He hadn't bumped into anyone on his way back, which wasn't all too surprising given that it was less than an hour before curfew. His dwindling in the locker room and argument had taken up a lot more time than he had thought. He was glad that he had no one to interrupt his thoughts as he rehearsed over and over again what he would say to her. I am sorry. No, no he couldn't start out with that. I am an idiot. Well, yeah, she knew that already, you idiot. Can we just put this behind us and be friends? He wanted to do that so badly. But he knew it wasn't a good idea. If he just put it behind him, he wouldn't learn from his mistake, and knowing that, she would be too wary around him to be friends the way they were before.

Idiot, Idiot! You are such a sodding idiot, Draco Fucking Malfoy. He wanted to ball his fists and slam them into a wall until they bled. His guilt was slowly dwindling as it was replaced with the rage he felt at himself. You had one good thing going for you, for once, and you threw it all away and fucked it up the second you got! How so very in character of you.

His feet took him to the portrait sooner than he wanted. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes and letting his chest fill with air, forcing the anger out of his system. He needed to be calm for this.

As soon as he opened his mouth, the portrait door had swung open.

He was staring eye to eye with her.