Inescapable | Drarry + Bleville ✔︎

Chapter 11

Draco's POV:

Draco laid on his bed pretending to read, however, he was simply trying to avoid Potter's conversations. Mainly conversations about what just happened and how he, being the weakling he is, fears his own father and Voldemort. What a bloody joke. He might as well told Harry all his secrets!

He heard Harry shuffle across the room and glanced over to see his shirt just above his head. His back muscles seemed to become more defined as he stretched his arms above his head and laid the shirt beside him.

Draco couldn't look away. The sight captivated him.

Harry turned around, now sporting his abs. They weren't very defined, but it still took Draco's breath away.

He blushed. How could he be thinking this way?!

Harry looked over at him, making him quickly redirect his eyes back to his book. The sight, however, still burned in his brain. What shocked him most what that it didn't repulse him one bit.

He heard more moving on Harry's end, though he willed himself not to look. How perverted was he?!

"Draco?" Harry said.

"Yeah?" Draco replied, still staring blankly at the letters on the page.

"Are you alright? I mean, that scene was... Unnerving for sure." Harry says.

"I-I'm fine," Draco says angrily.

"We don't have to talk about it, it's just-"

"Don't pity me, Potter. I'm fine." Draco stated with an eye roll.

"It's not pity!" Harry shouted.

"Yet you sit there and talk to me like I'm some scared toddler," Draco remarked.

Harry sighs, "Listen, I know what it's like to be afraid... And if your boggart says anything, I know what it's also like to have a terrible family."

"Sod off, Potter. Your life is great. You're praised for everything, even laying a brick in the loo." Draco jeered, making Harry huff in anger.

"Both of my real parents are dead and those muggles I live with don't praise me for anything. Even if I make their meals three times a day. Even if I wash the dishes and clean the bathroom. You don't know half of it, Draco." Harry corrected.

"Poor, pitiful me!" Draco ridiculed, "Fuck off!"

"Fine, next time I'll make sure you deal with that boggart alone." Harry finished, stomping towards the bathroom, and slammed the door shut behind him.

Draco sighed sadly. Perhaps he can obliviate him? Then he doesn't have to know about his boggart. No, too risky.

He heard as the bath started. He sighed once more and walked out of the room with his book in hand.

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Neville's POV:

Neville struggled as he dug into the dirt. Professor Sprout had asked him to get some plants from the garden with their roots intact.

"Hi, Neville!" Someone's soft voice said behind him. He looked back to see Luna Lovegood smiling down at him.

"Hi, Luna." He replied quietly.

"How are you?" She asks.

"Uh... Fine?" He replies.