Black Ink | Drarry

Chapter Eighteen - It Worries Me, Don't You Know?

Draco Malfoy, he grew up, fearful of that, growing up.

He didn't want to grow up to be like his father, yet so many people said it was like they were the same people.

He never knew why people wanted kids when he was young, know he knew why but he couldn't relate.

The thought of his birthday frightened him since he was 9, it especially scared him when he was 15 and had gotten the dark mark, the older you were the more responsibilities you got.

More pressure, more stress, more, more, more.

Draco Malfoy, scared of growing up.
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"Potter please," Draco whispered, his voice was hoarse, but he felt overwhelmed.

So he knocked on the Gryffindor dorm room, the portrait let him in for some reason, though it had no reason to, he understood that part.

He wasn't knocking on the door to talk to Potter, but the boy had asked him to come see him when he felt like he was going to faint.

Well, he definitely felt like he was going to faint, he felt terrible, not sick terrible, this was different than that.

The door opened, revealing a drowsy looking Harry, though he let a small smile slide when he saw it was Draco.

The smile quickly fell, though, when he saw how terrible Draco looked, he looked pale and dizzy, and he looked slightly guilty too.

Harry grabbed Draco's hand, pulling him down the long stairs to the common room, he didn't really know what else to do, he didn't want to wake everyone up.

Draco sat on the ruby red sofa closest to him and Harry sat on the one opposite, staring at Draco, curiously.

"You look ghastly," it was a sentence that simply rolled off of his tongue, his eyes widening when he realized he said it.

But Draco had already fainted, he looked like he had been taking a nap, although the look on his face looked slightly upset.

Harry sighed, if someone came down now they'd probably flip out on him, seeing as Draco Malfoy was in the Gryffindor common room but right now it was him and Draco, alone.

"I miss you like this, not the  fainting part, but you sleeping," Harry stared at him, as though he could answer.

"I wish you'd be more vulnerable, I know you'll never hear this, but it worries me, don't you know? It worries me you aren't more sad than you should be, I want you to be angry,"
Harry watched Draco's chest rise and fall as he spilled everything he's wanted to say.

"I want you to cry, I know that sounds harsh and cruel but it's hard to believe you're so happy when you had so much pressure on you as a 15 and 16 year old," he continued on and on with words he hated hearing himself say.

"You scare me, with how confident you are in everything you do, but I want to see the other side of you, I know you'll probably think you'll break, break yourself into a million pieces, suffocating yourself with pain, but i think you'd find it relieving," tears welled in Harry's eyes but his voice didn't shake as he continued.

"I know you bottle everything up, I know you're not just some posh rich blonde, I want to see the Malfoy that cries sometimes, I know you stopped being him after the war, and even before that you were barely him," a hot tear ran down his cheek, down to his chin.

"But I know that's a lot to ask from you, so I don't ask you, in fear you'll explode in my face, and there's also the fact you hate me, but I want to see it someday, if only for a minute," his vision was blurred with tears now, the more he wiped away the more came.

He didn't know why he was crying but everything he was admitting was true and it hurt him more he'd never be able to tell him.

But maybe one day.

|heh short little chapter 😅 I didn't really like this chapter but let me know what you thought about it! Thank you for all the votes and reads, it's kinda weird, anyways have good rest of your whatever,|