What If? [Drarry]

Chapter 10

"Harry?" My boyfriend's soft voice seemed nervous as he called for my attention.

We were sitting in bed. I was propped up, reading some muggle love story. It was incredibly terrible. Draco was laying on his back next to me, hands linked on his stomach, while he stared into nothing.

I shifted my gaze to him.

"Yes?"

"I miss my mother," his voice was sad.

I felt my heart break for him. I missed my mother, but she was dead, and I barely even knew her. To have the mother that raised you be locked up would be horrible. I could only imagine. "Draco, I know." I attempted to hold the boy for comfort but he flinched, not allowing me to.

There was silence for a while as I searched the boy's face for any emotions. It was blank.

He huffed. "I'm going to break her out," he stated as if it were casual. His his eyes were stone cold. They were no longer pools of mercury, rather, cement. "I have a plan."

I furrowed my eyebrows, not even thinking I heard him right. Break her out? I mean, come on! "Draco! She's in Azkaban," I exclaimed, frantic. "Are you planning on getting yourself thrown in there too?"

"Not if you help me."

I slammed by book on the bedside table, adjusting my body so I was facing the bloody git.

"I can't." My voice was stern. "And neither will you."

He turned his head to look me in my eyes.

"If you love me, you will," he demanded.

My anger was quick to fall into fear. My eyes darted around, anywhere that wasn't directly in his eyes. I could feel him staring into me. It didn't feel like Draco. Something was off.

"Harry," he began. "Look at me."

I couldn't.

His voice fell. "I said look at me."

I fearfully peered into his eyes.

"Please, Harry. You're her only hope. We both know she doesn't deserve to be in there, and I miss her so dearly. My mother was my everything. She's suffering in that hellhole. Please help me break her out. I know you love me, and if you don't help me, I'm not sure I can love you."

My eyes brimmed with tears. What the fuck was going on? I stared into his intense gaze. He wasn't even blinking. His words were sad but he was emotionless.

I noticed his hand reach for his wand which was laid next to him. He held it, tip to his heart, directing his own eyes back to the ceiling.

"If you don't help me... I'll kill myself."

My heart stopped. I could feel a bead of sweat form on my forehead and a tear fall from my eye.

"Draco," I choked out. "No, Draco. Stop that."

"Then listen to me, damnit!"

I flinched at his tone.

No matter how scared I was, no matter how confused, Draco couldn't die. Definitely not by his own hands. I defeated Voldemort. What would breaking one person out of a maximum security prison be?

"Draco, drop your wand. I'll help you," I said quietly to not startle the boy.

"Promise?" He pulled the point of his wand away from his chest.

I hesitated, "I promise."

He placed his wand next to him again.

I was dumbfounded. What have I gotten myself into? What has gotten into Draco? What the fuck was I supposed to do?

"So the plan," he began, eyes still glued to the whiteness of the wooden beams drilled into the ceiling. "We can visit Azkaban. Since the Great Harry Potter is there, people will be distracted. I'll sneak mother her wand."

"Her wand?" I stopped him with the question, seemingly interested. In reality, this was all too much and I just didn't want him to keep talking.

"Yes. Her wand. I got it in the inheritances. I have my father's, too."

I nodded in response.

"Continuing, I'll sneak her the wand and she will hide it. A couple days later, to not be suspicious, she will use it to kill the guards, summon a broom, and fly away. She's going to use charms for the rest of her life to change her appearance and she can live a free woman."

"She can fly?" I asked, for the same reason as before.

"Yes," he answered annoyingly. "She's a witch, she can fly."

"Draco? Are you sure about this? I mean this is a really big deal it's not just likes"

He cut me off. "Yes I'm sure! If you aren't going to help me then fucking don't! But you'd better leave and take your shit on the way out. You can hear about my death in the news. Maybe someday, someone will stop by and find me right here, rotting. And it will all be your fucking fault! Because you don't love me enough to do this for me. This is really important to me, Harry! Why don't you understand?" He yelled in my face.

"I don't understand why you're acting like this. The Draco Malfoy I fell in love with would never do this."

"Get out," he demanded.

"Drac-"

"I SAID GET OUT!"

I didn't budge. "I'll help you! Draco, I love you. I don't want to lose you. So I will help you. But I can't make any promises that we both won't get thrown in there ourselves. Is it worth the risk?"

That was a load of bullshit. I needed out. I should've left, I know I should've, but I couldn't get myself to. Not when I knew he'd be dead when I returned.

I was lost in my thoughts when his voice began. This time, it was quieter, kinder. "Potter? Is what worth the risk? Why do you keep showing up in my bed? What is going on?"

I shot my hanging head to face him. Another "episode."

"Draco?" I said while standing up off of the bed.

"Stop calling me that! What is happening?" Tears of distress came to his eyes. He looked terrified.

"Draco, come here," I opened my arms for my boyfriend, it frightened him even more.

"Potter? What is happening to me?" He whispered as a tear fell from his left eye. He neared me cautiously.

Once he was close enough, I comforted him in my grasp. I could feel him melt into the hug, instantaneously wrapping his arms around my waist, mine were around his neck.

"I don't know, Draco. You're okay. It'll be okay," I said in an attempt to comfort the crying boy, but Im sure he knew just as much as I did. I have no idea if he'll be okay.

As much as I hate seeing him upset, I relished in this moment. He wasn't acting strange, he wasn't threatening me, coming up with crazy plans. He was vulnerable and allowing me to be here for him.

I could feel tears wet on my shoulder, quiet sniffling coming from the blond. He was calming down. After another minute or two, his body tensed. He was no longer melted into me, it felt awkward.

He straightened his posture, standing in front of me.

"We will leave tomorrow."

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Yo I kinda hate this chapter but it needed to happen to get through with the story line. Anyways, I love all of you, have a wonderful day/night & don't forget to smile! <3

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