What the fuck was he doing? He'd never been this nervous in his life and it was starting to get ridiculous. I mean it was just two people; right? "Okay, I can do it." He gently coaxed himself to the Gryffindor Common Room door and knocked. "Bloody hell" he thought. The Fat Lady was staring down at him in disdain as he looked around and started to sweat. When the door finally opened it was a little first year who, when he saw Draco, let out a loud squeak before closing the door firmly in his face before he could get a work out. He signed impatiently before knocking on the door again.
This time Potter appeared at the door and frowned.
"What do you want, Malfoy?"
"Do you know where 'Mione is?"
"Excuse me? What did you call her? And I haven't. I thought she was just studying at the library like she usually is."
He couldn't help but scoff at Potter. Had he not realized the time? It was well past midnight and the library was clearly closed. And, he had broken in and checked anyways and she clearly wasn't there. Harry saw Draco shaking his head and started to worry.
"Why are you looking for her, Malfoy?"
"I'm just trying to make things right, Potter. Just trying to make things right." It sounded as if he was trying to convince himself more than Harry. He could feel the dubious looks coming from Potter and couldn't take it anymore.
"Well if you see her can you please tell her I'm looking for her? I really need to talk to her and I promise I'm not bullshitting you Potter. And you can hold that against me if you please. You have my word."
Harry nodded before going back into the Common Room, leaving Draco out in the hallway all by himself. He was going to find her if it was the last thing he did. He just couldn't get the feeling that something was really wrong. He just hoped he wasn't too late to save her…and their friendship. He had to tell her how he really felt. He didn't give a fuck about anyone else anymore. It was always her and only her.
