Thicker Than Blood | Drarry

Nine.

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The rest of the day was a blur. Before he knew it, he was back in the Great Hall for dinner, and he saw Potter and Weasley sitting alone. Perfect. This would be the perfect time to try to talk to them, to ask to call them by their first names. Perhaps he could talk with Potter about their last two meetings. There had to be some reason why he was so angry all the time, and maybe he just didn't have an outlet. Draco was the next best thing to punching a wall. He took a deep breath and forced his feet to move towards them.

But as soon as he did so, Hermione had come out of nowhere and sat down next to them. Maybe I could talk to her too- No. They needed to have a private, more intimate conversation. Something was definitely off, and he didn't know if it was right to talk about it in a place where anyone could drop an ear into their conversation.

He decided to eat in the library. He found a room off towards the back, the same one that he and Hermione had shared a few weeks ago, so that he could eat in peace without Pince yelling at him. He had just finished up Pride and Prejudice, and he had picked up Ulysses, by someone named James Joyce. He had only been able to get through fifteen pages before his head hurt too much and he had to move to something lighter, which today happened to be Magical Drafts and Potions, which he'd already read four times cover to cover but he always kept in his bag.

Before long, it was almost curfew, and he had spent his entire night with his face in a rudimentary potions book and his mind on Potter and The Weasel instead of his homework. He knew he would get distracted working in his dorm or the common room, but if he stayed here, he would risk getting caught by Pince or Filch and have to serve detention.

He hoped that Hermione would be up doing the same thing, but he found the common room to be completely empty. Even the fire was out, which meant everyone was in their rooms. At least he'd be able to get some work done.

He opened his dorm door just in time to see Potter send his fist brutally into a wall.

"Mate, calm down!" Weasley shouted, running up to him. It was just the two of them, his other three roommates were nowhere to be seen. They must've been in someone else's dorm or off sneaking around the castle somewhere.

He should do something. Say something. But his feet were frozen in place, and he was just standing there like an idiot in the doorway watching Weasley examine Potter's hand.

Suddenly, Potter looked up, staring dead into his eyes. They were filled with rage and fury, and Draco could feel them burning down into his stomach, burning straight into his soul.

"Is there something you're looking for, Malfoy?" He snapped.

At this point, Draco would usually turn on his heels and run. Or maybe grab a book, pretending like he had a purpose, but still run away without a word. But things were going to be different now. He was going to be different. Don't be an idiot. Say something nice. Don't sneer at them for once.

"Are you okay?" Seriously? That was the stupidest bloody thing you could've just said right now.

The two of them just continued to stare. He took a few steps forward, kicking the door closed between them, and Weasley took a few steps to put himself between him and Potter.

"Back off, Malfoy. Umbridge already hurt Harry enough, we don't need you adding to the damage."

"Umbridge, hurting him?" He felt absolutely sick. The burning in his stomach had been replaced with a sick, twisting pain, and he felt something rising inside of him, something that felt like anger, but he just felt so sick he couldn't tell exactly what it was. He wouldn't put it past Umbridge to torture her students, but the fact that she was actually doing it, he didn't want to think about it.