What If? [Drarry]

Chapter 11

"Draco? Are you sure about this?" I questioned, just as we were about to apparate from his flat.

"Yes, I'm sure. I've already told you, Harry, I do not need help if you do not wish to help me. I will only die," he replied, matter-of-factly, reaching out for my arm.

I grabbed his, looping it through my own. "Stop saying that, will you?" I droned. "I'm helping, damnit!"

I knew he didn't like when I raised my voice, or complained. But at this point I didn't care. This was serious bloody business. If only Hermione knew what I was about to go do.

"Okay, then," he said through gritted teeth.

The we were gone with nothing but a small "pop."

...

Azkaban was a lot scarier than I'd honestly expected. It looked like... well, like a prison. The monotony of the grayness in everything made it boring. The cold metals everywhere made it harsh. The screaming every once in a while made it terrifying.

When Draco and I arrived, we were greeted by a couple of guards, already aware of why the two boys were there.

"To see Narcissa?" The taller of the two asked.

Draco responded with a curt nod, already beginning the walk to presumably where his mother was being held.

"Okay. Right this way."

We followed closely behind the two guards. I could feel the nerves eating away at my insides. My stomach was knotted, my hands were sweaty, my knees were weak. I don't really think I'd realized fully what was about to go down. I just had to keep reminding myself it was for Draco, but was he honestly worth it in this instance? I wasn't sure.

Soon enough we arrived. There she was, Narcissa Malfoy, dressed in her prisoner attire, behind thick metal bars.

"Draco, sweetheart. It's good to see you."

He neared the cell. "Mother. I've missed you"

She smiled sweetly. "And Harry. It's good to see you."

"You as well, Mrs, Malfoy," I gave her a smug smile, trying my best to shake off the jittery feeling that was overtaking all of my senses.

"Oh, please, call me Narcissa."

I nodded quickly, allowing Draco and Narcissa to return to conversation with each other.

I turned to face the two guards who were closely monitoring the prisoner.

"She's so nice when he's around," the stubbier one commented. "Not as much so the rest of the time."

They both chuckled as if it were some kind of inside joke between them.

"Harry Potter. It's crazy seeing you in the flesh like this," the taller one said after a minute of silence. I got a peek at his name tag. Stelbock.

I sniggered, "I'm not as interesting as people make me out to be." This was the my chance. I could distract them for long enough for Draco to slip the wand. "Although, I do have some pretty crazy stories."

"Ones that haven't already been published everywhere?"

"A few," I said with a small smirk.

"Please do share!" Stelbock pleaded.

"If you insist," I began.

I went on from the beginning, lying the whole way through, of course. From my "wonderful" life being raised by muggles, to the joy I felt opening the Hogwarts letter for the first time. Then to my first day, denying Draco's friendship, my first year, killing Voldemort for the second time. Second year, meeting Tom Riddle and saving my future girlfriend from an inevitable death. Year three, meeting my Godfather who had been wrongly locked up for twelve years in the building I was currently standing in. Then to year 4, the Triwizarding tournament, Cedrics death, the return of Voldemort. Then as I was beginning my year 5 adventures, Stelbock and the other guy mesmerized by my story telling abilities, when the conversation going on behind my back became a little bit loud.

"What? Draco, quiet down!" Narcissa demanded.

I turned to watch the scene unfold. It terrified me.

"Get away from me!" Draco yelled, scrambling away from the cell.

"What has gotten into you, son?" She questioned, as calm as her voice could be, though the look on her face was etched in anxiety.

"You! You're crazy! You've been controlling me!"

"Excuse me?" Stelbock invaded. "Controlling you?"

"How dare you accuse your own mother of such!" He hands rammed into the bars, causing a loud crash.

Draco flinched, tears spilling down his cheeks.

"Sh-she Imperio'ed me!" He cried out, "Last time I was here."

Narcissa's face fell cold, as did my own. The whole room was silent, only the monotonous sniffling coming from Draco.

"She what?" The shorter officer whispered after a minute or two of silence.

"She took my wand. Used the Imperio. She's been controlling me for weeks." Draco replied from up against the wall, just as quietly.

Weeks? Oh, Merlin.

"Get them out of here." Stelbock ordered the other guard. He escorted us down the hallway immediately.

Once the cell of the witch was out of sight, the frantic Draco turned to face me.

"Potter? What are you doing here?" He wiped away his tears. "You keep showing up."

"I'm here, Draco," I tried to grab his hand, he moved it out of the way. I straightened myself back up. "Because I'm your boyfriend."

"Boyfriend? Th-that's impossible," his voice seemed even more frightened.

I furrowed my eyebrows in response. He took it as a hint to explain.

"I'm not gay."

My eyebrows fell back into place. I turned my head away, unable to look him in the eyes as I blinked back tears. Merlin, we'd barely even dated, but I was already head over heals. I was already in love and I knew it. But it was all fake.

"Potter? Are you okay? You look like you might cry," he pointed out, not making my emotional state any better.

"No shit," I mumbled.

"Potter? Were we actually dating? Don't you hate me?" His voice was softer.

"Yes. We were actually dating. No. I don't hate you."

He sighed.

"I'm sorry. I don't remember. She made it all happen. Whatever love you think I had for you, it wasn't real. I'm really sorry."

Way to be sensitive, Draco Malfoy.

"Are you alright?" I tried to deter the relation topic.

"As alright as I can be."

I finally looked up. He also looked like he was about to cry.

"Me too."

He gave me a weak smile, gently resting his hand on my shoulder.

"Friends?" He asked.

I hesitated. "I don't know. I want to say yes, but I'm afraid if I do, I might accidentally kiss you."

He chuckled slightly. "Potter. I'll just shove you off. You've witnessed all of this," he gestured his hand towards the direction of his mother. "The least I can do is take you for tea."

The frown on my lips faded into a soft smile at the remembrance of our first "date".

"I'm sorry, Draco. But I don't trust myself."

"I understand."

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guys. I hate this story now. It was going well but I feel like I rushed it. Idk how to write like this idkkk i'm sorry if it sucks

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