This has been prompt that I have seen people posting, I finally had the motivation to write one myself.

This is a little AU of what would have happened if Harry didn't have a chance to show everyone that the boggart would have turned into a dementor. What if Draco had to go next? No slash!

Warnings: Hints of an emotional abusive.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter books, films, or any of the charterers.

Draco fiddled with his cast, looking up periodically to make sure no one could see him moving his "broken" arm. The professor (Draco scoffed under his breathe at the thought that this idiot was allowed to teach them anything) was still allowing students to try and fend off the boggart. Draco was hoping that time would run out before it became his turn but the class was going too fast for Draco's liking...

Granger's turn was next, Draco gulped, after her, it was going to be his turn. He looked over his shoulder, thinking maybe he could just move to the back but there weren't enough students behind him, at this point it was just delaying the inevitable and bring more attention to him. Little surprise that Granger's greatest fear was Mcgonagall holding a parchment with little Fs written all over it.

After a few minutes of calming the girl down, the Professor, (Lupin? He thought to himself, trying to recall what his name was.) he smiled softly and turned to Draco.

"Draco? It's your turn-"

"No." Draco's eyes widen at his fearful answer. He didn't mean to say that! He meant to think of a more cruel comment directed to Lupin or the class, make it so that Lupin would just sent him Mcgonagall's office or detention, but this just brought more attention to him.

"Draco, everyone has to do this..." Lupin answered softly, looking at Draco with (God help me. Draco thought to himself) concern. "If you don't, you will lose points-"

"I don't care." Draco snapped, ignoring the now wide and intrigued eyes of the class. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the moron Weasley whisper something into Potter's ear, smirking slightly, but Potter wasn't smiling. He looked at Draco in confusion. Draco continued. "I refuse to do something so pathetic as this." Draco was fidgeting nervously, there was no hiding that, but if he could just be sent out, maybe he could leave before-

But it was too late, he didn't even have to look at the boggart to know what it was turning into. A few gasps were heard, more loud were the ones from from Potter, Wealsey, and even Lupin. Draco refused to look, keeping his eyes fixed at his feet but the next thing he knew he could hear-

"How pathetic." Draco couldn't resist looking into the eyes of the boggart, the boggart that now had the face of his father. "How can this worthless, fearful boy be mine." His father gave a look of disgust before continuing. "If it wasn't for the constant watchfulness of where you mother was all the time, I would swear you couldn't be my son. You can't to anything for yourself, how can you even be half the man I am? You are useless Draco, you always have been." Draco said nothing, he just stood there,wanting to run, wanting to get as far away from here. But he couldn't move, he want to run before father could continue-

No, this wasn't his father, his father wasn't here, Draco was safe until Summer. This isn't father, he was safe, he was safe-

But still he couldn't move.

Before anyone could even blink, Lupin jumped in front of Draco, protecting him from the boggart. The boggart warped into a strange round object. Draco kept his eyes directly in front of Lupin's back, so so grateful that he didn't have to look at the boggart anymore. His vision started to get blurry, he could feel his eyes starting to sting, yet he didn't any evidence of his distress. A loud sound erupted and Draco knew the boggart had went back into the cupboard.

There was deathly silence. Draco refused to move his eyes to what he was sure going to be a class full of smug and disgusted looks. He couldn't move. It was like he was frozen. His breathing was uneven, he didn't even notice when Lupin bent down to Draco's eye line, his eyes held horror, something that surprised Draco.

Lupin put his hand gently on Draco shoulder, but Draco pushed him away. Stepping back, he looked at where his father-the boggart was last seen. Without saying a word, Draco turned and ran out of the room, not caring at the people calling his name.

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Draco didn't care where he was going as long as he was far away from that room. His side was hurting from the speed he was going, he ran past students, teacher, friends, and enemies, he didn't care what happened as long as he just wasn't here.

Banging his bruised shoulder on the corner, Draco swore under his breath, using his nails to scrape away the tears that had started down his cheek. He felt himself cut his face with the amount of force he used but he didn't care, even when he felt something other than tears on his face.

Draco panted, collapsing to the floor of the empty hallway. He rested on his knees, his hands gripping his thighs with anger. How could he let that happen? He should have ran out when he had the chance, or better yet, not be such a pathetic, useless, worthless piece of-

"Draco?" Came a voice.

Draco snapped his head, up, using the palm of his hand to wipe away the traces of wetness. He could see that the cursed Lupin idiot had followed him. He kept his distance, seemingly not wanting to frighten Draco off.

"What do you want?" Spat Draco, hate in his eyes for this man to have not only seen what Draco's fear was, but allowed the whole class to see.

Lupin didn't start at the venom that was lace through Draco's voice, his face holding nothing but worry.

"Draco, I am so, so sorry. I'm sorry this has been happening to you and I am sorry it that you felt like you couldn't tell anyone."

Draco glared at the professor, looking for a trace of sarcasm or a maybe a trick of some sort. Draco saw none of that. He looked...like he actually wanted to help.

"What do you care? No one cares! No one ever notices! Not even my own mother does!" Draco's voice was rising with every sentence. He took a step closer to Lupin, practically snarling at the teacher. "And I know you don't either! Why did you follow me?" Draco was right in Lupin's face, not caring that he was a few inches shorter than Lupin and could easily be pushed away.

"So you can learn more and tell the other teachers what an idiot I am?" Draco hissed. He could feel his eyes watering again. "So you can mock me? So you can tell me to be a man? Stop being worthless-"

Draco didn't even see the hug coming.

Wait...

Is this even allowed?

What the heck?

Draco inhaled deeply, surprise on his face. Lupin held him tight, staying silent, just holding Draco. Draco let his arms stay by his side, not moving. He knew he should push him off, run away and never look back...yet...he felt safe. He was never held like this before...

Slowly, Draco moved his arms up and clung to the professors coats, burying his face in the crook of Lupin's shoulder.

Lupin rested his chin on the top of Draco's head. For the first time in what felt like forever, Draco felt that maybe...maybe he was going to be okay.

The end

I hope it wasn't too OOC. Thank you for reading!