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Here is chapter three for you!

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Chapter 3:

Starting Again

For days Draco stayed in his rooms, lying in bed, sometimes moving to look unseeingly out the window. He sat, mourning and remembering... crying...
He drifted in and out of sleep but it was far from restful; too troubled to sleep, too troubled to eat or even move. He made a truly pitiful sight:
He had gotten thin, frail, his eyes, red from crying, were surrounded by deep purple shadows and as he lay there so lifeless he looked like a broken porcelain doll.

The insignificant memories were the hardest and most painful ones.
They were of course all of the same person: Harry Potter.

** Harry looked questioningly at him as he laughed. His upper lip was covered in marmalade from breakfast.
"What?", he asked in his innocent tone.
He really had no idea just how good he looked at that moment... **

** He had this frustrated look again, the one he got every time he so much as thought about potions, the respective teacher or the tons of homework.
He ruffled his hair, sighed and then faced his book again. **

** "Don't leave..." **

Draco was crying again.
It hurt so much to know that he would never see him again.
Not if he stayed here and even if he returned it was not even sure if Harry survived the last battle...
No, he could not think that way...

~:+:~

Draco had lost track of time when a knock sounded on the door.
"Mr. LeFay? I'm sorry to bother you but may I enter?"
Receiving no answer Dumbledoor asked the portrait to open for him and stepped in. He found the boy buried under a mount of blankets on the bed and by the looks of the untouched room he guessed that he had jet to leave this position.

Albus had a grave look on his face as he spoke, he could imagine what it was like to loose an important person. "I'm sorry, my boy. Why don't you join us in the Great Hall for breakfast; you must be hungry. And you won't have to worry about prying eyes: It's Sunday and apart from a few exceptions the students won't arrive for another hour or two – if they come at all, that is."

Draco still stayed silent. But with his persuasive power the headmaster had him heading for a shower within ten minutes and half an hour later Albus was walking down to the Great Hall followed by a reluctant Draco.

When they opened the doors the Dumbledoor made his way to his very own seat while Draco, without thinking, purely by the force of habit, sat on his usual spot at the Slytherin table which caused a few raised eyebrows from the teacher's table.
The students that were scattered at the tables were few, all third-year or younger and all of them were quite curious of the new boy.

Said boy was still unsure of why he had listened to the old coot. Now he sat there, head resting on his hands and starring into nothing. He was not hungry, he had not been since he had arrived here. And he was just so tired, he wanted to sleep, to forget.
But most of all he wanted the life that had taken a turn for the worst to end...

He did not know how much time had passed but he was soon forced out of his thoughts as a familiar voice addressed him. He looked up to see the face of a dark skinned, handsome boy right in front of him. The face of one of his best friends...

Blaise...

"I asked who you think you are to sit here. This is our place."
This caused a moment of confusion to bloom in Draco before he remembered that he was not at home any more. His eyes travelled a bit; Pansy, Theo, Crabbe and Goyle all stood behind Blaise. Needless to say that none of them looked too happy.

It was then that Draco took notice of all the people watching the development of the situation. But before there was anything to see, professor Snape had took matters into his own hands. "He's a new student; I'm sure he did not know any better. Be nice, according to the headmaster he already has enough on his shoulders as it is – though he won't tell us what exactly that is..." And Snape's famous glare made it's appearance.

A few tense moments passed before the dark man took his leave; then they all sat down around him.
It felt strange being surrounded by his friends, jet being ignored completely.
"So, what's your name?", Pansy asked still a bit coldly.
"Um... I'm Drake. Drake LeFay."
It seemed that his friends had had a good morning as they actually send smiles his way.

~:+:~

It had been a little over a week since his arrival.
The student's attention had yet to waver from him; he was apparently the most interesting thing in school. They were always whispering and watching him as though they expected him to do something suddenly of as if they could figure him out just like that.
Even the teachers were keeping an eye out for him, in worry most likely.
Draco did not like to admit it but he looked terrible; eyes rimmed red from the crying he did at night, noticeable purple bags under them caused by lack of sleep, his body was now thin and weak. He did not even care enough to put up another glamour.
And every night the boy would sit outside watching the forest with a strange sort of hope and a lot of despair and sadness. Mourning.

Draco was tired; he had gotten his time table this morning and had just sat through History of Magic, which had been taken over by McGonagall, and a rather ridiculous double lesson of Charms. He had spent all his energy and he was actually hurting all over, his wounds from the battle, though they had begun healing, were now aching, some having reopened.

Not feeling hungry he passed right by Great Hall where lunch was about to begin and headed to the main entrance. He sat down at the foot of the stairs and rested his head on his knees while still keeping his eyes on the forest a little ways of. He could not help but hope that the boy-who-lived would emerge from it, spotting some scratches and that very endearing expression...

** "I'm sorry... I'm so late... I..."
He came to a halt in front of him, flushed, panting and scratching the back of his head; all the while wearing that lovely look of embarrassment again...
He was one of the few that got to see the uncertainty in their hero and he loved it... **

Lost in memories the now brunet boy did neither notice his hand grasping the necklace once again nor the tears that soon followed.

** "Please, take it..." **

He was shaking with the cold that had slowly crept into his bones over time and the effort to keep his sobs silent.

** "...I promise..." **

Draco did not know how long he stayed like that but it the sun was quite low now; it would be dark soon.
His tears had stopped but now the cold was biting at their still wet tracks.
He sat up slowly and looked down on himself. His left sleeve was red; an injury on him arm had started bleeding again.

** "Draco! Can you hear me..?" **

It looked just like that one time...

** "Merlin... so much blood, and your arm... What happened?" **

** "Listen, I need to get you to the Hospital Wing, ok? I'm sorry if I hurt you but we can't waste any more time..." **

** The blood rushing in his ears made it hard to hear, he could only just make out the words but the voice stayed unrecognised. His eyes blurry from blood-loss and fatigue, he was not able to make out his rescuers face either. **

** He woke up to a white ceiling, the one of the infirmary, his arm warped tightly and thickly, layered with protection charms lest anything should harm it any more.Beside him, sleeping in a chair, head bedded on his bed none other then Harry Potter lay... **

"Mr. LeFay?"

Draco was ripped from his thoughts by a familiar voice, startled he looked up. Dumbledoor though wearing cheerful purple robes seemed to be anything but that; his blue eyes did not hold their usual sparkle and he looked quite gravely at the boy as he sat down beside him.
"I'm worried about you, my boy... You have neither eaten nor slept; and you've begun to build a wall around yourself. I know it must be hard on you but please try at least..."

Draco did not answer and seemed to have returned to forest-watching.
"Your wounds are getting worse. How about we pay a visit to Mme Pomfrey?"
The brunet continued to ignore the headmaster beside him, at least until then...
"I could show you to his grave if you want me to, you know? Of course I would have to insist that you first see our medi-witch... and that you at least try living a little healthier...
I'm sure he would not want you do do this to yourself..."

Albus knew very well what impact those words would have; it was not exactly fair but as long as it would help it would be a small price to pay.
He was certain his plan would be successful and he was only proven right as his newest student followed him to the infirmary.

So this was the next chapter
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Oh and it is rather probable that there will not be an update next week as I am going to a My Chemical Romance concert! *squeal*
And since it started snowing today I do not know if I can continue avoiding a cold.
And there are some very hard test coming up in school; advanced maths, advanced german, french, religion... and the list goes on and on
I could dry out of frustration every time I think about it... TT_TT