Draco woke up, he felt incredibly sick nausea overflowing his entire body, sending chills down his spine.
Harry walked over from the opposite side of the room to his side and reached out, offering a hand to Draco.
Draco stared at it long, should he take it? Draco inwardly shook his head and got up himself, his hands feeling slightly numb after touching the cold floor.
He looked over at Harry and saw clear irritation on his face. Draco gave him a weird look in return as so to speak he hadn't done anything wrong.
Harry thought to himself, why was Draco so different with the way he moved and they way he acted? It was odd.
No, odd wasn't the word, different, he moved differently than how he acted, Draco acted, toxic, arrogant, disdainful, he could go on really.
However the way he carried himself, how he walked, how he did basic things was, elegant, decorous, graceful, angelic? Harry couldn't describe it but, almost like, a flowing, falling feather that was violent.
It was ridiculous, how could a person so toxic and terrible be like that and then be so flowy? It didn't make sense, it couldn't make sense.
Draco reached his hand out to Harry's cheek, "Potter?" Draco's hand swiftly moved to his jaw, tightening his grip as hard as he could.
"Stop stalking me," Draco said, tightening the grip farther, if he could, smirking at the sight of gyp that he was causing.
After a few seconds Draco dropped Harry's jaw, he wanted to draw blood. If he was desperate, he could just punch him, but did he really want it to be so easy?
"Malfoy, you know it's just because I'm concerned-" Draco got really close to his face, a cold look on his face.
"First of all, I don't need your concern, Potter, secondly, next time you follow me around like a clingy baby, I'll draw blood," Draco whispered, reaching up drawing a line with his ring on Harry's cheek lightly.
"Stop, you're scaring-" Draco applied slight pressure on his cheek, "I'm scaring you? Aw, is the baby scared Mr. Malfoy is going to hurt you?" Draco asked in a mocking tone.
Harry yanked away from Draco grip and touched his cheek, no imprint was made. Draco rolled his eyes, what a weakling.
Draco stuffed his hands in his pockets, they weren't cold but he didn't really know what else to do with them.
He turned towards that door, walking towards it, in that angelic sort of way, easily and steadily.
He grabbed the cold door knob, opened the door and looked behind him, "oh and Potter? I'm serious, I will draw blood," Draco said, he walked out to the empty hallway, slamming the door behind him.
He looked around, where even was he? Surely he'd know most of Hogwarts by now, it was his 7th year.
Maybe, he just didn't recognize it because there wasn't students. He shrugged it off and went to find the dungeons, he had a story for Pansy now.
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