Draco was walking through the candlelit halls. It was a peaceful night. The halls were quiet and peaceful. He had spaced out, looking out the wide windows. The sky was beautifully littered with stars. He noticed the bright full moon. A strike of pain hit him. Why was he so worried?
It was just Potter, after all. The dork had survived killing curses and everything the world threw at him. A full moon should be nothing. Yet, still, the thought of pain coming to the Gryfinndor made Draco ache.
His thoughts were cut off by a body slamming into his. He grunted as he stumbled back a few steps, the sound of clattering books echoing throughout the hall. He opened his eyes to see Hermione rush to pick up the scattered grimoires.
"I am so sorry, Malfoy! I-I wasn't paying att-" Hermione was cut off by a chuckle. She looked up at the foreign sound, only to see a smiling Draco with amusement gleaming in his eyes. She had never seen this before. He looked so...at ease.
"It's fine, Granger. I wasn't paying attention either, to be honest," Draco smiled, bending to pick up a few of the books. They collect the thick books with ease. Draco stood to hand Hermione her books. "I see why Pansy likes you. You're a good mood lightener," Draco grinned.
"W-Wha-" Hermione stuttered, her cheeks flamed with embarrassment. She took the books from Draco as he laughed. She smiled at the light-hearted atmosphere. "Well, have a nice evening, Malfoy," Hermione nodded, walking past the Slytherin. Before she could get too far, a hand captured her thin wrist.
"Granger, wait," Draco almost whispered, torn between whether he should ask.
"What is it, Malfoy?" Hermione questioned, turning to face him with a raised eyebrow. His face looked almost worried and hesitant, also a face she hadn't seen before. Malfoy was strangely expressive tonight.
"Is...is Potter alright, with tonight being what it is," Draco asked vaguely, just in case Hermione didn't know. Hermione's eyes widened.
"W-wait, do you know?" Hermione whispered. Draco nodded with a frown. Hermione gawked at the bleach blonde. "H-how?"
"Haha, long story, actually," Draco laughed dryly. Hermione looked over him a second time to make sure he wasn't tricking her, then sighed.
"He assured me he would be fine to do quidditch practice. So, other than a little tired, he should be about normal," Hermione smiled. She was a bit surprised by the Slytherins' concern for the werewolf but deduced it was positive. Draco nodded lightly.
"Where does he stay during the full moons?" Draco asked, looking off to the side. Hermione smiled softly at the concerned boy. She didn't know when their relationship had taken this kind of turn, but it was refreshing.
"He stays at the shrieking shack. He takes an underground passage by the Whomping Willow. He just sneaks up and puts a stick in the knot to immobilize it. There is an entrance by the roots. I also gave him a potion to let him control his wolf form," Hermione explained. She didn't know why she was trying to persuade him into checking it out. For some reason, it just felt right. Draco nodded with a smile.
"Thank you, Hermione," he said as he began to swiftly walk towards the great hall.
"Your welcome, Draco," she whispered with a smile.
Draco walked out of the castle quietly, shivering in the early autumn night. He was glad he had brought a small blanket, that was now wrapped around his shoulder as he held a plate of food. He had snuck it from the cafeteria after changing out of his robes. He was now in a lavender sweater and black skinny jeans. He walked toward the Whomping Willow, the wind gently blowing around him. The bright moonlight lit his way.
He arrived at the recently immobilized tree, glad it was unmoving. He noticed the entrance Hermione spoke of and crawled down one-handed. His feet made a small thump as they landed on the concrete. He lit his wand as he walked down the dark hall. He followed the footprints in the dust. As he got closer, he heard small whimpers and growls. He was concerned at the pained sounds. He began to walk faster, trying to keep his footsteps quiet.
He finally reached the room that the noises originated from. The noises, however, had quieted down. Now there was just the light pattering of feet. To light for Harry to still be human. Draco decided to wait for Harry to turn back to give him his food. He sighed quietly, leaning against the wall beside the door.
He slid down to the floor, wand now unlit and put away. He pulled his knees to his chest, readjusted the soft black blanket on his shoulders. He put the plate beside him and leaned his head against the cold stone wall.
After a while, the footsteps had ceased, leaving a calming silence in their place. Draco tried to resist but eventually gave into sleep. He dozed off peacefully, the sound of swaying trees lulling him into dreams.
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A/N
I'm so sorry for not updating soon. I had started this chapter differently, but wasn't sure where I wanted it to go. I struggled with what I wanted to do and eventually lost inspiration because of it. I decided to keep the idea for later if I get inspired. I restarted the chapter and went this way instead. I have a clearer view for next few chapters now :)
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