Chapter Two.
A dozen of thoughts passed Draco's mind as he tried to come up with a logical explanation as to why Potter was here, obviously he wanted to be ahead of the other, he wanted to know the exact reason, and being the smart one, he was determined to figure it out before an answer could be given verbally by the black haired boy. Even if it was strenuous for him, and even if it put him in dismay to be with the Saviour, he wouldn't let it get to him. He tried to compose himself, inwardly compelling himself to remain content, putting up his usual mask and not letting anyone see a weakness of himself. One could guess it was the usual trite between the two, deriding eachother untill they were at eachother's throats like in the past, every chance offered would be another step closer to alleviate his own pain. The pain that he felt was not having had a choice, he never was able to. Everything was always decided for him, and as a well mannered son, he'd follow his father's orders swiftly.
It didn't take Draco long to come to a conclusion. There were few reasons Harry Potter would stay at Hogwarts. One, he would stay to help rebuilding the castle, as the boy was known to feel guilty for bringing he-who-shall-not-be-named- to Hogwarts, and leaving nearly half the building in debris and ruins. Two, Potter may want to spend time with Albus' portrait, wishing to continue his talk to a fatherly person, perhaps even talk to Snape's portrait, which too seemed odd, since Potter and Snape had a hate-love relationship. Or three, Potter decided to stay at Hogwarts to continue his study and improve his skills, like Draco decided, the few professors that stayed were able to give them classes. Eitherway, he was adamant that either one of these reasons were valid.
Draco stood there still, in his suit as he sneered at Potter who was on the ground, taking his time to get upto his feet to finally let his eyes lock on the mercury grey ones of Draco. It was a moment of prolonged silence that passed, which made Draco highly nervous, Potter wasn't known to stare and be silent, he'd always accuse Malfoy of something, or atleast get to the point. The Gryffindor adjusted his sweater that was made for the weather, having a dark blue color, along with a scarf that had the colors of his house, and logo, embroided into it. It suited Potter, strangely the clothing he wore always seemed neat and tidied up, though Draco could guess Granger had involvement with the man's choice of wardrobe. He shook his head as Potter eyed him in confusement, pushing his right foot across the floor with his sole, it seemed like Malfoy wasn't the only one feeling uncomfortable about the situation. ''I'm here to help. Since I've caused this giant mess, I want to contribute to fixing it'', Potter spoke, his tone somewhat elevated and less unfriendly than Draco thought it would be, afterall, they weren't friends.
Draco was insular, perhaps even insolent at times, but it was a defense mechanism for him, which nobody seemed to know, only judging him from his mistakes, never what he did right. The blonde male cleared his thoughts and focused back onto his rival, swallowing a lump in his throat. ''Yeah, and? Why are you in the Slytherin common rooms? Did your eyesight get worse after the battle or what?'', he pointedly said. His expression was enough to validate that he was annoyed that a Gryffindor, no matter which one, intruded in his quarters, where he felt somewhat safe, and it being Potter pushed him right over the edge. ''W-..well, the map showed me you were in here, and I wanted to come by to ask why you're here'', Potter went on, ''and I received a letter from your mother. She wants you to read it''. he stated, nodding once as he gave Draco a nosey look, curious. The Slytherin sneered deeply, moving closer to Potter as if he was about to bash the other's face in, though abruptly stopped himself. ''Give me the fucking letter then, Scarhead''.
Harry frowned a moment before he withdrew the letter from the insides of his robe, knowing he shouldn't let himself be insulted by someone like Draco, he handed the letter regardless, knowing it's what an adult should do, and he owed Narcissa that much. Draco took the letter quite harshly, opening it as he unfolded the paper and read through it, his expression shifted from agitated, to blank, and from blank to distraught. The ebony eyebrows raised as worry overcame Harry, somewhat feeling bad for Malfoy, even if he shouldn't. Draco on the other hand, looked even paler than before, as if life was being drained from him, he looked despondent. ''Malfoy, what did she write?''. A shallow inhale was heard, the blonde male lowered the letter in his hands, keeping his wand clutched between two digits regardless, staring down at the ground.
''Malfoy, I know we're not friends, but you're not looking good. What did your mother write you?''. Draco seemed to be oblivious to Harry's words, though eventually folded the letter back into the envelope and put it away inside his suit. He turned around swiftly as he marched towards his bed, which was located near the window, clenching his fists. After all the sadness and weaknesses Potter has seen already, he didn't care enough to hold back his emotions, afterall, he possessed them. '''Potter, leave before I curse you''. he spat out, like venom. The man sank to his knees, onto the ground before his bed, letting his elbows settle ontop of his bed as his hands covered his face. Harry didn't exactly know what to make out of it, but he knew whatever Narcissa wrote to Draco, it had given him a breakdown. A big one by that.