Why? - a Drarry Fanfic

Chapter 31

Harry

Draco keeps getting weird letters and he won't tell me about them. Just that it's in Snape handwriting. 

I look out the window. Rain is pouring, going tap, tap, tap on the window. I jump when the explosive sound of thunder comes. BOOM! I scratch my arms. Ever since I did it, the urge has been there. Slight, but still there.

Snape didn't deserve to die like that. I know that. No one does, but especially not a spy working for the Light. He's also cruel and mean and just... not evil, but edging the line. And I don't hate him, but I really don't like him for it.

A man who didn't know me judged me constantly, verbally assaulted me everyday without so much as a simple thought as to what it was doing. I already thought I wasn't enough, Snape, so why did you force it on me that you thought that too?

My dad was a great person from what I've heard. But if he had just kept his mouth shut and his wand in his pocket, maybe Snape wouldn't've hated me. Maybe this is my dad's fault. Maybe he really thought I was being raised like a god. 

"Harry, I got another one," Draco calls from his desk. "Yeah? What's it say?"

"He knew your mum. He's coming to Hogwarts tomorrow."

I don't want Severus Snape to come here.

"Does... does he have to come here?" I ask. Draco gives me a look of shock. "My Godfather just came back from the dead! If he comes here that means I know he's actually alive. Why?"

"Well, he just..."

"That was a long time ago, Hare. He'll be different now, since he doesn't have to lie to Voldemort and his Death Eaters."

"And if he still hates me? Taunts me? Bullies me for no reason except for the fact that my father was a prat when he was alive, and Snape can't take it out on James so he takes it out on me because I was just a kid." I sound harsher than I mean to, and it shows when Draco flinches. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean for it to sound like that. You deserve to know if he's here or not. He just..."

"I know. He scares the shit out of a lot of people, maybe you. You never talk about him."

"I know he scared me when I was in first year, that's for sure. I almost thought he'd..."

"What?"

"Help. He was friends with my mum. The closest one I knew she had. Maybe he could just get over what my stupid dad did as a kid and help, but that never happened."

"Do you still hate him?" he asks. He doesn't want me to. 

"No. I don't. I don't hate him. But I really don't like him," I reply. It's the truth. I don't think I hate him anymore. Not after seeing his memories. Him and Dumbledore talking, and Snape hated that I would have to die. "Maybe he will change. Maybe he'll see past James, considering I look like a Muggle."

Draco nods and moves to my bed. He curls into my side and wraps his arms around my waist. "Tired?"

"I hate teachers. Having us study for end of year exams already! They're called 'end of year' for a reason!"

"And who's doing that?" I tease. He scowls. "The stupid Muggle Studies professor."

"It's almost midnight. Go to sleep." 

His arms get tighter when thunder booms and lighting strikes somewhere in the Forbidden Forest. "I hate storms," he mumbles. Love moments like these. He's adorable. "I hate storms."

"Don't we all. Go to sleep."

"I will if you do."

"You know, for someone who's taller than me, you act like a child some days, you know that?"

"I'm not that much taller. Anymore. Stupid growth spurt. I liked it better when the top of your head just reached my chin." I chuckle. "You like being tall, huh?"

"Of course I do."

"Go to sleep."

"Fine."

Finally, after an hour of nonsense bickering, he falls asleep. I brush some hair out of his face. Maybe I can learn to like Snape. For him. I hope he is alive.

If Snape isn't alive and this is someone messing with Draco, it's going to break him. He might be better, but he still has his demons.

If this is all a lie, I think those demons are going to take charge.

Short chapter. I has writers block, I'm running on maybe two hours of sleep, and I'm in science class right now. I tried my best.