Autistic!Draco and child abuse and triggering words etc
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Draco hit his head with his palm, hard. He winced and whined softly as he tried to tie his shoelace in frustration, hands shaking so bad. The tears were there but he refused to let it drop as he tried his best to tie them himself. He was alone, sitting on the floor in the middle of the deserted corridor, trying to tie his shoelace even though he was already 18 years old. He remembered his father's harsh words to not embarrass him along with Aunt Bellatrix's taunts about him being a weird cry baby.
His breathing was rapid and he couldn't think at all. He rubbed his sweaty hands on his thighs, trying to calm himself down. If anyone catches him having a meltdown in public, it will surely bring bad news to him especially from the media and his parents.
He tried to tie his shoelace again but found himself failing. Giving up, he burst into tears, unable to even do magic to lace them up because of his probation.
He sobbed his heart out, laying on the dirty ground, feeling like his throat seized up and he wheezed on the floor tiredly. His skin felt uncomfortable and yet he couldn't move his hands or legs. His anxiety crept into his chest, surrounding his body. Help, he whimpered. Someone please, help...
"Malfoy?" someone called out.
Potter, his mind supplied. Harry. Harry.
His eyes caught sight of flurry red and brown. Weasley and Granger.
When he felt someone touched his arm, panic surged through him like a spear and he couldn't help but wail. He smacked his face again and again, trying to make the disgusting feeling disappear. Black dots came forth into his vision and he finally blacked out.
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Draco woke up with a broken moan. His senses came to him like rocks and his breathing sped up involuntarily. There were too many noises, the wreaked smell of potions and blinding lights. He covered his ears and wailed loudly like a child, curled into a fetal position.
"Malfoy!" someone panicked.
"Dragon!"
"Someone dimmed the lights and shut the fuck up!" someone else barked.
After what he had thought to be hours, Draco noticed the dimmed lights weren't killing his eyes and the noises were almost gone too. The smell also disappeared. He sighed in relief, sniffling as he uncovered his ears and sat up–
Only to face a bunch of concerned-looking people.
Potter, Granger, Weasley, Madam Pomfrey and the Headmistress.
Pansy, Blaise and Gregory only feigned their concern about him.
Granger nudged Potter sharply and he glared at her before looking back at him with a frown. "I won't ask if you're okay cause obviously, you're not but do you remember what happened before you got here?" he asked, eyebrows twitching.
Draco stared straight into his eyes, blank. "I-I was trying to tie my shoelaces," was all he said. "And then?" Potter tried to coax the words out of him. "I-I couldn't tie my shoelaces."
His eyes flitted to his Slytherin friends who were trying their hardest not to laugh but failing.
Potter sat on the edge of the bed, careful not to touch him. "Hey, focus on me. Don't let them get to you. I'm not even sure why they're here when they obviously don't even care about your wellbeing," he said venomously as he shot them a glare. "After you couldn't tie your shoelaces, what happened?"
