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The next morning Draco decided to not go into work. He decided to find out what was wrong with the Weaslette. At around 10am he asked a house elf to go and make some pancakes for their guest. Carrying the plate of pancakes, he went to her room and knocked on the door. Once again hearing nothing, he opened the door and entered her room. She was curled up as he had left her the night before.
"Breakfast," Draco said. She didn't seem to notice him. He noticed that the soup from the night before still lay untouched beside her bed. Draco put the plate on a table in the room and shook her.
"Go away," she said.
"Not before you have some breakfast."
"No, I'm not hungry." She didn't even seem to react to the fact that he was trying to make sure she had something to eat.
Draco rolled her over, as she didn't have the strength to resist the movement. He looked down at her in shock. He saw bruises all over her arms, and a black eye that looked relatively fresh. The other bruises all seemed to be at different stages of healing. He looked back up to her face and saw she was looking at him with the same, dull, lifeless eyes.
"Did he do this to you?" asked Draco. Receiving no answer, Draco tenderly lifted one of her arms, which she tried and failed to yank away from him when he went to grab it. "Did Potter do this to you?"
"Doesn't matter," the Weaslette replied.
"Yes it does. He could get arrested for this. This is abuse."
"What's it to you?" she asked, a tiny spark appearing in her eye. "You probably only care because it'll make him look bad."
He hadn't thought that way at all. Odd. He would've normally first thought of how bad this would look on the Chosen One's reputation. But no, he was more focussed on the pain that the Weaslette was obviously going through. A type of pain that she was trying to run from. A type of pain that she should not have had to endure. Draco would not have wished this on anybody, never.
Now some of the pieces were falling together. The constant brokenness she seemed to have, the not eating and not leaving the room, the reaction whenever Potter's name was mentioned.
"Why? Why did he do this?" he asked. He never thought Potter would do something like this. This was evil, maniac. There was never a reason for something like this.
The Weaslette just shrugged, the lack of life returning to her eyes. He didn't know why, but he suddenly moved forward and embraced her. She jumped a bit at first, but soon relaxed in his arms. Then she just broke down and cried while he was rubbing her back. He didn't know what to do, but he knew he wanted to help her. Not being around all the social-status shit probably had something to do with him trying to be nice to her. As much as he tried to deny it, he truly hated seeing her like this.
As he held her, Draco wondered why she hadn't gone to her family about something like this, since by the looks of it, she hadn't. Surely they would've intervened, would've made sure that she was alright.
"Why?" he asked her again.
She glanced up at him, her eyes still overflowing with tears.
"Tomorrow," Ginny said.