The Boy Who Got Sorted Into Slytherin (Drarry)

Dark Woods

I'm a lil bitch and I'm listening to Chloe Moriondo covers and I'm crying so I'm writing some angsty shit. I'm sorry.......no I'm not. I swear, she's adorable.

Draco's POV

He took off. Disappeared behind some trees and I didn't spot him. He might've been my best friend but that doesn't mean that he was as reckless as me.

Ok he was. But you know what I was implying.

Harry had zipped off on his broom, not thinking twice. I wouldn't have thought anything else of it, if it was someone else. But this was Harry. The Boy Who Can't Make Rational Decisions.

When he didn't come back after a few minutes, something told me to get on that broom and go after him.

Me, being the idiot I am, brushed it off.

So, Blaise and I went back up to the castle, going to our next class.

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Harry didn't come for our next class. Or the ones after.

And with every half hour, I got more and more worried.

Pansy and Hermione had come back during the penultimate class of the day. (For you simpletons, penultimate means second to the last)

Apparently, the splinter struck a vein. And one paused vein led to another, then another, and her whole hand was almost numb. So, she had to keep the bandage wrapped around her hand on for two weeks.

When the day was over and I went to go change, I half expected Harry to be there.

And when he wasn't, I went ballistic.

"ALRIGHT IDIOTS. MY BEST FRIEND IS GONE AND HEAVEN AND HELL ONLY KNOW WHERE HE IS! IF YOU HAVE SEEN HIM AROUND, AND DO NOT TELL ME THIS VERY MOMENT, I WILL NOT HESITATE TO HEXING YOUR HEAD OFF YOUR SHOULDERS AND FACE, OF YOUR HEAD!" I screamed, marching out into the common room. 

By the time my little rant was over, I was puffing, I had gotten everyone's attention and Hermione had dropped her book.

A sixth year-(sixth year? Draco, are you that intimidating?) Shut up Tate.

A sixth year seemed like she was about to say something. To which I commented:

"WELL?! ON WITH IT!"

I have no idea how an eleven year old scared her but I seemed to be alright.

"I was outside for care of Magical Creatures and I saw his robe, tie and his glasses, near a tree."

"WELL?! WHERE ARE THEY?!"

"Uhm-They're in my room."

"THEN WHY ARE YOU STILL STANDING HERE?! GET THEM!"

And she scurried off into her room to get it.

One last glare at the room and everyone jumped back to work, except Hermione and Pansy of course.

"Draco, why didn't you tell us that Harry was missing?" Hermione quizzed as I went towards an armchair and slung over it with an exasperated sigh.

"I didn't think much of it. You know how he is. Jumps at the first opportunity, death defying or not." I responded, almost starting to 'almost cry'.

"Well, if we don't find him, we'll go to the Forbidden Forest to look for him." Pansy mused.

"I'll go to the forest. You two can look around the school." I said, looking into the fire so they couldn't see the tears welling up in my eyes.

"Draco? Are you alright?"

"No, Hermione. I'm not alright. My best friend is missing. Would I really be alright if I can't find him? What if we can't?"

(I would never let that happen, Dray.)

"Don't say that Draco. The worst case scenario is that someone kidnapped him."

"Not helping Pansy."

"She's just kidding. Harry is way too resilient for his own good to let someone hijack him."

"Ok, that's helping. Thanks Hermione."

So there's a ray of hope. 

God, I hope I find him. My mother would be worried if I didn't. Within the short time they had interacted, they had gotten off so well.

My mother hated talking to people for more 5 minutes. They were talking for about a half hour.

But she didn't mind him. And before we got onto the train, she whispered to me, "Take care of him. And try to change Dumbledore's mind so he can come home with us during the summer. Alright star?"

And of course I had said yes.

Flip me for forgetting to publish this and not even getting to 1000+ words.