Is this love? [Drarry]

Chapter 7

Harry's POV

"And how does that make you feel, Harry?" Dr. Luggs questioned. He was referring to the fact that it has been exactly 24 days since Draco and I lost each other. 24 days since we last had a proper conversation. 24 days since he began ignoring me. 24 long, agonizing, depressing days.

"It makes me feel like shit."

"Do you know what it's about? A reason for why he's ignoring you?"

"I haven't a single one. Unless he heard me say something about my undying love for him," I quipped, only meaning that last sentence as a joke. Hopefully.

"Have you tried talking to him?"

"All the bloody time. In the halls, I see him wandering. So I near him and he walks straight passed me as if I'm not even there. In our bedroom. He's been coming late at night and leaving early, to Merlin knows where. And if I ever try to strike up conversation, he either goes to the bathroom, or lays in bed, completely oblivious. I even try to be with him in the Great Hall, but there's always an excuse. 'I have so much homework. I best be leaving now.' or 'It's that time already! Professor Flitwick asked us to come to class early today. I'll be going now.' even though I know he doesn't have charms first any of his days. He just completely and totally ignores me in every situation, or throws a mean remark my way. It's almost like we're back to the beginning of Hogwarts when he hated my guts. It's all insufferable. I just want my friend back."  Before I even realized it, the tears that had pooled in my eyes, slowly began to glide down my checks. My gaze found the floor. I missed Draco so so so much. I want nothing more than to have him back.

"Do you still care for him?"

"What in the hell is that type of question?" I beamed. "Of course I still care for him. I loved him. I'm always looking at him, no matter how much he ignores it. I'm like a vulture, always watching. And in those few minutes I get to look at him, he's all I want to look at. Although I can't help but noticed the dark bags under his eyes, or the vacant expression of his lips. And his eyes, they look distant, filled with pain and suffering. I just want him to talk to me again. I get so worried about the boy who wants nothing to do with me. Why can't I just get over him already? Any Hermione planned this stupid party, she and Pansy. They're forcing all eighth years to come since it is being hosted in our common room. I wish I could disappear. I can't stand being around Draco for that long. I'll lose myself. I don't trust myself."

"Have you maybe thought a good thing about this party?"

"No because I already know it will be a disaster."

"Are you sure about that?"

"Yes." I was so done with this conversation. Of course the party would be a disaster. "What good would come out of me blowing up on Draco about how much I love him, yet hate him so so much, in front of our whole class? Nothing."

"Are you concerned that will happen?"

"Very."

"When is the party, may I ask?"

"Saturday." It was currently Thursday, which gave me approximately two days to mentally prepare.

"Okay. Before I dismiss you, let me teach you something." I snorted. 'That's a first,' I thought. "If you feel too overwhelmed with the situation, remove yourself from it. Go to your bedroom and take a breather. Hermione will get over your few minutes of absence. If you are unable to leave, then complete this exercise. Okay?" I nodded, waiting for him to finish. "Okay. So what I'm going to ask you to do is look around the room. What are five things you can see?" Dr. Luggs paused, waiting for me to respond.

"Oh, I'm actually doing this right now." He nodded. "Okay," I quickly examined the room, spitting out the first five things that I really noticed. "I see that quill on your desk, your desk, that painting over there, that flower, and you."

"Now I need you to describe those five things to be, in detail. Take your time."

"Alright... well, the quill. It's perched in the crystal ink jar, leaning towards the right. I'd say you're running low on ink, judging by the amount in the jar. The feather is large, larger than mine. It has a slight cream tint to it? It's not pure white, like you've had it a while. Okay next, your desk. It's very big and blocky. Kind of reminding me of the wardrobe in my bedroom. It's a dark wood. Dark oak?" I questioned, mostly just to myself though, although Dr. Luggs did nod. "It's also very tall, drawers on either side. The top is pretty messy. I've noticed that you aren't very organized." The man laughed. "Next, the painting. I'm not sure who the people are but there are," I paused to count. "seven people, four adults, three child-looking, although I can't be sure. The painting looks rather old, like a Renaissance type style. The people are in a green grass field. The sky is the bluest of blues. The woman are dressed in large, billowing dresses, the men in robes. It's quite a beautiful painting. Okay now we have...." my words trailed, desperately trying to remember my next item.

"The flower." Dr. Luggs assisted me.

"Oh, yes! The flower. It's sitting on a bookshelf, in a small, glass pot, by itself. The flower itself has a short stem, I'm assuming was cut. The petals are a soft orange color, like a sunset, hidden behind clouds. I couldn't tell you the type of flower, but the petals are all the same length, just reaching in different directions. It gives the flower a rounded shape. Okay lastly, we have you. You're staring at me really intently, listening to the words I say. Your eyes are a deep brown color, causing your pupils to almost blend in. Your hair, it's a darker brown, almost curly, and short compared to a lot of the professors here, almost the length of Draco's hair. Your skin is like an olive color. You're not originally from London, are you?" He shook his head. I smiled at my observation. Continuing, I said, "You don't have much facial hair, just a little but peaking through on your chin. Bushy eyebrows." We both chuckled. "You're wearing a dark gray sweater vest, over a white button down. And that's all I can really see."

"That was wonderful, Harry. Do you feel calmed?"

Actually, I did. "Yeah."

"Okay then my work here is done. You are released for the week. I'll see you next Thursday."

"Goodbye." I stood from my seat, on my way back to the dormitories.

Hey everyone! So this was mostly just a filler chapter sooo I'm sorry if it's kinda boring. We're gonna get to the juicier parts soon I promise.
- E <3