Disclaimer:I do not own Harry Potter.
Nobody ever notices us.No one has ever questioned why we stick around Draco like we do,because
they all assume it's because we're just too dumb to do anything else.Dumb.No matter how many times
we hear that word ,it still stings.NO,we are not dumb.I'm actually pretty good at Ancient Runes,and
Crabbe is the third best student in Arithmancy,which is quite an achievement in itself seeing as how it's
taught by one of the toughest professors here at Hogwarts.You see,there's a reason we hang around
Draco Malfoy.Nobody knows this,and he'd probably kill us if he ever finds out we told you,but that
boy is actually the saddest person we've ever met.Depending on who you ask,they'd tell you that Draco
Malfoy is either the darling of Slytherin,or the slimiest creature to ever crawl out from under a
rock.The truth of the matter is,he's neither.He's not the favourite student of Professor Snape,though
they may act like it sometimes,and he certainly isn't slimy in the least.Professor Snape is professional
enough to avoid playing favourites.And behind the closed doors of our dorm room,Draco allows
himself to actually behave like a decent human being.He's polite,and generous,and he is capable of
making jokes that aren't hurtful,thank you very much.It does strike us as odd,sometimes,that no one
sees through that mask he wears when he steps out of our room.Especially you,Potter,with your tragic
past and everything.You'd think that someone with your history would be able to see pain even when it
tried to hide itself behind smirks and hurtful words.But no.Only the two of us seem to see how much
your words bite into him,see the way the layers chip away till all that's left is the vulnerable little boy
he actually is.Then,just like clockwork,he'd respond with a hurtful reply of his own,and the mask
rebuilds itself once more.Everything is in his eyes.Those grey orbs tell more about him then his lips
ever could,which is something we are both grateful for.They sparkle when he's happy,and we mean truly
happy,like those times when it's just the three of us behind closed doors.They never do that when he's
with the other Slythterins,for your information.It's always with just the two of us.See,Potter,there are
advantages to being the wallflowers we are.People tend to let secrets slip more easily when they ignore
we exist,or pretend we're both too dumb to understand what they're saying,or think they say things we
can't hear,and that was precisely what happened.Draco accidently revealed the reason for the way he
acts around you and your friends when he thought we weren't listening.How wrong he was!All we DO
is listen.We've listened to Draco as he poured his heart out to us every night,leaving the deepest parts
of his soul exposed bare when he thinks we're both fast asleep.But we never say a thing.We never give
the slightest inkling that we hear every word,or the quiet sniffles as he cries himself to sleep on the
nights when everything just hurts too much.We know what he needs,and it's not something we can
express in something as trivial as words.It's actually quite amazing.By day,he's this super arrogant
little bastard (yes,we both think that) who thinks nothing of insulting everyone around him,but by night
he turns into this scared little boy who only wants someone to hold him,at least to let him know what it
feels like.He's told us about his life at the Malfoy manor,of the endless days that go by without him
seeing his mother as she wastes away,knowing that You-Know-Who has returned and everything she
knows will soon disappear,or the crushing hopelessness of knowing that your father is probably
running around somewhere with some crazy powerful nut job,fighting in a stupid war he doesn't even
believe in anymore.Draco was,and still is lonely,and it's all we can do to be there for him.But what
disappoints us most is you, Potter.There is no way you could miss those longing looks we've seen him
give you,or the way he acts whenever you and that Weasly insult him.That isn't his pride you two are
attacking,you know.It's his heart that takes the damage.Of course,he could shrug off whatever Weasly
comes up with,but it's your words that are the worst.You haven't seen him after your verbal battles.He
acts all angry and tough,but those eyes become dead.They become glassy,like everything just doesn't
matter anymore,and that scares us more than anything else.We know you two can be civil towards
each other,when it's only the two you.Never assume we don't know what's going on,Potter.We have
eyes and ears everywhere in Hogwarts,so there's no use denying it.We know all about your encounter
in that empty History of Magic classroom on the fifth floor two weeks ago,and how you actually had a
normal conversation for once.Draco glowed for days after that.It was beautiful.However,these days it's
been getting worse,so we have no choice but to come to you.You see,Potter,Draco loves you.And the
two of us love him more than anything else in this world,and we'd do everything in our power to make
him happy.Even if it means letting you step in,no matter how much it pains us to do so.Make no
mistake about this Potter.If you hurt him then we will hunt you down and make you pay.Now,if you had
even the smallest bit of humanity in you,you'd do something about this before he does something that
we'd all regret.
Sincerely,
G.Goyle and V.Crabbe,
worried friends of Draco
Harry folded the parchment,his brows crinkled in thought.
What now?
A/N:Well? This is my first attempt at angst,so what do you think?Good? Bad? Set-it-on-fire awful?R&R and let me know...Flame me if you want,I don't care lol