He was taken over by guilt. After all he had promised to come over soon, and he hadn't. He was in a way forced to spend some time with Draco now, to make up for what he's done.
What the hell, I'm not supposed to do anything with Malfoy.
Why is it taking so long for him to answer? Draco thought to himself. He studied Harry's face, the perfect jaw line, his big green eyes with long black eyelashes, his mouth with rather juicy lips, the raven black hair that with bangs that hid a scar,….
You can't do this, Harry. It's Malfoy. He was ill and you helped him, but now it's over. You mustn't help him. Don't get involved…
Harry looked at Draco. The blonde was still looking at him, with hopeful eyes.
"I can't, Draco. I'm sorry"
The raven
black boy turned around and left the room, leaving Draco behind.
Draco had almost screamed for Harry to come back, but he didn't.
He was feeling too lost, too scared and felt so abandoned.
The only person in the whole school who had helped him. Who had visited him…
"Ah, Mr. Malfoy. I see you're up! I have splendid news!" Miss Pomfrey's voice said. "You're allowed to go to your common room already. You're fit enough to handle it."
When she didn't get the enthusiastic smile she hoped for, she just walked into her office again.
Draco got up and packed his belongings, which were his books and his clothes. He changed himself quickly and then left the Hospital Wing.
Tears were strolling from Draco's face. He was scared and alone. He clutched his books as if they were going to give him a sign what he had to do next.
"Well, well. Who do we have here…" An icy, girly voice said.
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