Draco's POV
i could feel Voldemort smiling at the drink, he didn't eat or drink in front of people often, but when needed that would always be his drink of choice.
"another i think," i heard him say.
"anything else you want?" i ask him, before i could feel his sneer.
"nothing, you get nothing." he scolded, returning to his nature of evil comments, and doubting phrases.
i sigh but feel that maybe i could trick him into letting me eat things like that, that he used to enjoy.
i turn my attention back to Harry as he happily ate, before Weasley came up.
"Harry! Mums coming to visit today! are you really gonna miss that over this?" he asked, Harry looked torn.
"Seriously Harry you don't need to stay with me," i told him.
"i actually do, McGonagall's orders." he informed me, i sighed. i don't really have much of a dislike for the Weasleys anymore, just Potters thickheaded friend, so...
"if i go with you... you can see them?" i ask, both Harry and Ron looked shocked that i'd even offer it.
"really?" Harry asked.
"ON the condition, that no sour remarks are to be made, and you all generally ignore my existence." i say, looking to Weasley.
"don't need to tell me twice," he scoffs before patting Harry on the back and giving me a suspicious look before walking away down the hall.
"that's really kind of you Draco," Harry smiles.
"well... i'm not happy about it... but i'm trying to change, so it seems like the thing to do." i lie.
really i just didn't want to see Harry sad, and something in me doesn't like the fact that if he's given a choice between whats essentially his family and me, i know he'd pick them in a heart beat.
it was the end of the day and i was walking to the great hall with Potter, him talking about how excited he is to see them, i say nothing and nod politely. am i nervous? hell yeah i am! Mr. Weasley was my fathers work rival, i don't know what he'll even think to have me there.
as Harry pushed the doors open i saw the two of them there, Ms. Weasley basically radiated kind right when i walked in i could tell. her smile didn't even falter on seeing me, though she did seem a little confused, Mr. Weasley's expression wasn't readable, Ron Weasley already there whispered something to his father, who furrowed his brow, now more confused.
"i'll be over there," i tell Harry quietly before going to a chair in the far corner and get started on homework, still able to hear, though i wish i wasn't able too.
"Harry dear, how are you? eating well? dressing warm? it's only going to get colder you know." Ms. Weasley fawned over him.
"yes Molly, i'm doing well, i am, and i am, and i agree" Harry laughed, it was nice to see him smile so much.
suddenly however, Mr. Weasley pulled him aside to 'catch up' shooting me a look before walking far enough away that i couldn't hear them, which i was glad about but at the same time it scratched at my skin...oh...wait.
to my surprise Ms. Weasley came up and sat down next to me.
"hello Draco," she smiled, but gave me a warning look to not provoke her, i wasn't planning too.
"ms. Weasley?" i say with a polite smile
"how have you been?" she asked, i shrug,
"honestly, i've been better." i say trying to sound casual, she still reads right through and looks at me concerned.
"everything okay?" she asked.
"don't you dare!" he shouts at me, as i feel his grip on my shoulders.
"yeah, just a rough spell is all," i play off, she nods, deciding to let it go.
"so, you and Harry are making amends?" she asks.
"i hope so," i say with a small smile, feeling almost a blush.
"what do you mean? why else would you come with him?" she asks,
"um..." i don't quite know what to say to that, tell the truth? make up a lie?
Harry breaks me out of it as he comes up and sits down to talk with her, Mr. Weasely looking at me concerned as Ron talks to him.
i swallow hard, i feel like the room is closing in on me all of the sudden, i feel my throat closing up and a tense pressure building in my chest, i don't know whats going on, just that i had to leave, and i had to leave now.
"i'll be in the loo," is all i say before hurrying to the nearest restroom, it's thankfully empty as i fall to the ground and gasp for breath.
i can't move,
i can't move,
everything's closing in
no way out,
can't breath,
can't speak,
can't think,
need out, now!
the door opens and Harry hurries in, to see me clutching my chest trying to get air into my lungs and trying to control my thoughts.
"Draco? listen to me! you need to take deep breaths okay?" he asks, taking my hand he puts it on his chest, so i can feel his heart beat.
"match my breath," he tells me.
i close my eyes and try to only focus on that.
breath in,
breath out,
in...and out...
we sit like that for several minutes before i can finally feel like i have air in my lungs and a small sense of relief, come back. the room isn't collapsing and i can actually think.
"that was aweful..." i mutter.
"it was just a panic attack," Harry tells me.
"still... i felt like i was dying... like everything was gonna collapse over me..." i sigh.
"do you think it was a punishment?" Harry asks. i think for a moment.
"i don't know, i didn't do anything wrong, there weren't really any protests from him... it just... happened," i sigh before getting up and offering a hand to help him up, which he takes.
"we can go back to your common room if you want?" he asks. i shake my head.
"these people are your family, and i'm not gonna take that away from you." i tell him, as we walk back into the great hall they all seem to leave me well enough alone after that, but i really wanted Harry to come sit by me, and focus on me, and talk to me, but i can't ask someone to do that to their family. it would be... unfair.