Stolen Draco x Harry

Chapter 5~Friends

The two of them stayed up late into the night talking about everything and nothing, joking around and having fun. Harry decided, it was the best feeling he's ever had. He cherished it. 

That was, until yelling broke out in the common room. Harry and Draco burst through the door to see Ron and Hermione yelling at each other. "All you've done was watch me and control my actions! No, I don't appreciate it! Just because you were jealous of my friendship with Pans-"

"IT WAS NOT JUST A FRIENDSHIP!!!" Ron screamed, "I see the way the two of you look at each other!"

"I do not appreciate who I can and cannot talk to just because you're jealous of them, Ron!" Tears lined Hermione's eyes, "Maybe if you had just...been more open to me and less of an asshole...maybe then I wouldn't walk away from you...you used to be funny and sweet and caring and now you are everything I've come to dislike. Don't come crying to me when you need someone to be there for me, because I won't be there!"

By now, they had woken up most of the 8th years. Most were blinking in confusion, looking between the two and remaining silent. Some looked outright pissed at being woken up so late at night. One in particular was Pansy Parkinson, "What the hell is going on here?"

"From what I've gathered, they're having an argument on their relationship status," remarked Draco. He ignored the look of annoyance Pansy shot at him.

"No shit, I got that Sherlock, would you like to comment on anything else?"

"Why yes indeed Watson," Draco lifted a hand to his eye and pretended to lift an imaginary monocle and cleaned said, "imaginary monocle" in his shirt before replacing it, "I would like to mention that Granger here seems put off by the fact you aren't defending her, as you seem to be the object of her affection." He smirked at Pansy's shocked expression. Harry poked him in the rib with an elbow, his expression saying, What the hell? Draco just shrugged.

"I KNEW IT!!!" Ron yelled, his voice ragged from yelling so loud.

"May I suggest we continue this in the morning when you know.....we've all slept." Harry interjected before Hermione could reply.

Ron turned to glare at him, his usual laid back expression twisted with hate, "No it fuckng can't-"

A loud CRACK resonated through the room. Everyone stared in shock as Hermione stood back, her hand still outstretched from slapping Ron across the face. "We're done Ron...if you ever want to talk to me...my doors open, but this" She waved between the two of them, "It's over." Her voice sounded loud, but it wavered dangerously. She spun on her heel and ran from the common room, her hair flouncing wildly behind her.

"Wait! Hermione!" Ron's now broken voice rang out. He took a step forward and was held back by none other than Draco.

"Let it go Weasel...let her go."

Ron was about to respond when he looked down...at Draco's exposed arms, at the dark mark that had been shredded beyond recognition. Draco seemed to realise and stumbled back, his face red and eyes cast down. Before Either of them could say anything he fled into the room he shared with Harry.

Shaking, Ron covered his face in shame, "What have I done? Because of me...I lost the only person that mattered to me the most..."

"Don't be so down....you will both sort it out. Who knows...the two of you might be better this way. This way you can find someone who is supportive and will love you irrevocably and unconditionally."

"Thanks Harry....but I think I'm going to be alone for a while.." Defeated, Ron walked back into his dorm.

Draco was sitting on his bed when Harry entered their room, his expression far away. Then, "You know...I'm doing all I can not to run away and start cutting again..."

Harry sat next to him, "Listen Draco....why don't we go do something?"

"What now?! At.....one in the morning? What about class...and-"

"Ahhh it'll be alright." Harry smiled, "I don't really sleep...not since after the war. We all cope in our own ways, I'll show you how I do it."

"Draco nodded, "Alright..." Reluctantly he got up, putting his cloak back on, hiding his arms.