I was looking through sad Drarry things on Google and I came across a few Drarry story ideas and thought I would write a quick story. Enjoy!
"Hey!" Draco calls across the hall with a scowl on his face, "Weasel! Granger!"
The pair across the hall turn their heads towards Malfoy and Ron bites out,
"What do you want Malfoy? We're really not in the mood,"
At this Draco smirks and continues on with what he was going to say.
"Go run and tell your little boy hero, Potter, to stop skiving off classes! His grades are bad enough,"
He watched as the Weasel and Granger registered his words but the response he got was not what he expected. Granger let out a small whimper and hid her face in the curve of the Weasel's neck while the dreaded red head looked at Draco with confusion across his freckled face as tears welled up in his eyes.
"You mean you don't know, Malfoy?" the blood traitor asked. Draco bets his voice would have sounded incredulous if it wasn't quivering.
"I don't know what, Weasel? His he on some holiday with that Weaslette of his?"
"N-no," the Weasel starts and Draco notices how he tightens his arm around the Mudblood of his before he continues.
"Mal- Draco,"
Draco? Since when did he call me Draco?
"Harry..."
"Yes, Harry what? Spit it out Weasel,"
"Harry's dead,"