Draco's POV:
His eyes open to find Harry sitting in a chair with his head in his hands.
He sits up and grunts and Harry jerks his head towards him.
"You're alright!" Harry shouts.
"Yeah... uh..." He looks around and notices many hospital beds with patients in them, "Why am I in a hospital?"
"You passed out in the Ministry." Harry says.
"What?! How?!" Draco shouts, only to be hushed by many patients.
"It was after the hearing. I don't really know what did it." Harry says.
Draco remembers his father coming out of the room, his teeth barred and trying desperately to get away from the Aurors holding him back. He didn't remember anything after that except a dreadful fear that his father would get loose and beat him to his grave.
"Oh... Yeah, I remember now." Draco says.
"I told Blaise to come here. But you should also expect Neville and Luna. He insisted on bringing them so, they'll be here soon." Harry says.
"Blaise is coming?" Draco asks in disbelief. Why would he come to see him?
"Yes. I told him everything and he plans on talking with you when he gets here. Well, he said whenever you wake up, but you're awake now so..." Harry informs.
Draco sighs. Passing out over something that stupid? Really? His father couldn't even get to him and he passed out?!
"You're awake?!" He looks over to see him mother looking at him with a bright smile. "Oh, we were both so worried!" Both? "We didn't know if you hit your head or if you'd not eaten enough. Oh, has he eaten?" She asks Harry.
"No, not yet. He just woke up." Harry replies.
"I'll go get the nurse." His mother says, rushing out of the room. He watches her walk out and greet three people, one in particular with a hug. The person happened to be Neville and the other two were Blaise and Luna. He noticed the three of them holding hands and felt very confused to say the least.
They walked up to him and Luna let go of his hand while Neville held on.
"Draco..." Blaise begins, "I see that you're better. At least a bit. How long have you been awake?"
"Not long..." He replies awkwardly.
"I heard about what happened." Blaise says quietly.
"We'll let you two talk alone." Neville says, letting go of Blaise's hand, giving Blaise a smile and walking away with Luna and Harry following closely behind.
Blaise looks at him in silence before saying, "Are you alright, mate?"
Draco turns his attention to the front, "Yeah..." Draco says softly.
"I don't know if I believe that... I'm sure you're alright physically, though. I was told they fixed your injuries." Blaise says.
"Oh... Nice." Draco replies emotionlessly.
"Please look at me, Draco." Blaise begs but Draco doesn't do it. "I hope I didn't upset you or anything by not standing by you-"
"That's not it." Draco interrupts.
"Then what is it?" Blaise asks.
Draco sighs, "It's not you, that's for sure. I know why you didn't stand with me and I'm ok with it. But I honestly feel like you shouldn't be talking to me."
"And why is that?" Blaise asks, sounding a bit pressed.
"I betrayed you. I knew you were on the good side, or at least you would be, but I went ahead and did what father wanted." Draco says.
Blaise scoffs, "Really? That's why you think I shouldn't be talking to you?! Draco, that's ridiculous. I admit, I was upset at first, but that was my fault. I didn't take into consideration what your father must have been doing. I for sure didn't try to imagine how bad it must be... When Harry told me I... I was at a loss for words. My anger at you was inconsiderate and wrong, I admit that now. I apologize, mate."
Draco shakes his head. Everyone's taking up for him and just accepting him, but for what? If anything, he was just as bad as his father. Not only that but he was weak. Everyone else put their lives on the line while he sat their and cowered in his little corner.
"Look at me, you prat!" Blaise demands. Draco rolls his eyes but looks right at Blaise. His tough demeanor begins to fade. "I know you may not believe it, but you didn't do anything wrong. Yes, you accepted that lifestyle, but you did it to survive! We all forgive you. Well, at least Harry and his friends do. Including me! You were found not guilty. What other proof do you need?"
Draco doesn't respond, but instead holds back the tears threatening to fall onto his cheeks. But, as usual, his efforts fail.
He feels Blaise's arms wrap around his neck. This time he really can't hold back the tears. He sobs the same way he sobbed in his room when his father striked his shoulder with his cane. He is almost tempted to, in Maggie's words, "punish himself" to make it stop. But if he did, Blaise would've thought he was insane.
"We'll always be here for you, especially me. Every single one of us will be here. I promise. You're my best mate and I'm not gonna let you deal with this alone, ya hear?" Blaise says.
"You h-have... yo-your own pro-problems." Draco says through sobs.
"Not anymore, mate." Blaise says, rubbing his back softly and increasing his grip only slightly on his hug.
"What do you mean?" Draco sniffs.
Blaise pulls away and looks at him, "I'm not living there anymore. Well, I got kicked out. My boyfriend, not knowing it was me of course, told Luna and she gave me a place to stay. Although, I almost got completely kicked out of there too... But I'm back there!"
"Woah... Wait... Boyfriend?!" Draco asks.
Blaise smirks at him, "You could probably guess who. Regardless, it isn't a valid excuse to not let me help you anymore."
Draco's eyes widen, "No! No, I need to hear it from you. Who's your boyfriend?"
"Don't change the subject."
"Don't change the subject either!" Draco says back at him, slightly angered.
"Fine, but after I tell you, we turn back to the original subject. Got it?" Draco nods to him and he takes a deep breath, "Neville and I are together."
"Get out!" Draco says in surprise.
"Now, for the original subject-"
"Are you kidding?! Who cares about me?! The boy you've been pining over for years is dating you and you expect me to just return to what we were talking about before?"
"Draco-"
"Mister Malfoy?" says a nurse who interrupts their conversations, "Not meaning to intrude, but your mother insists that we get you something to eat as soon as possible."
The nurse lays a metal tray onto the table beside him. It has a piece of chicken, cheese, black tea, and vegetable soup.
He took a few bites of the chicken and that's when he realized just how hungry he was. Before he knew it, he was practically inhaling the food.
"Calm down, mate. You might choke." Blaise says.
"I'm so hungry!" He says, shoveling more food into his mouth.
"I'm gonna go bring them back in." Blaise says and walks away.
But Draco didn't hear a word. He was too busy eating. It wasn't until Harry was right in front of him that he felt his face burn. He carefully slurped up the soup in his mouth and politely wiped his mouth with the cloth he had been given and sat up straight.
"Uh, the nurse said you'd be able to go home soon now that you're healed and awake." Harry informs.
"Oh, good." Draco says. He hears the clanking of heels getting closer and closer. Coming towards them was his mother.
"How do you feel, dear?" She asks him.
"I feel alright." Draco replies, paying close attention to how he is eating.
"We're thinking about bringing you home after you eat. But we'll have to pay close attention to what you eat now. You must eat three meals a day, she said, and drink more water." His mother says. "I'll help you out with that. Do you four mind helping as well?" She asks Blaise and them.
"Of course, Misses Malfoy." Blaise responds.
"We will keep a close eye on his diet." Luna promises.
"Thank you. You are all so kind." His mother says with a smile. He nearly rolls his eyes. Why would he need to be looked after? He isn't a baby. Besides, he may be hungry but, really? Three times a day? It's not like he hasn't been eating at all. Well, if you don't count the times during the war. But, she's seen him eat! What's the big deal?
When his finishes eating much more politely and listens to the people around them talk amongst themselves, he was free to leave. His mother insisted that he go to Hogwarts and be with his friends, but most of the time he just sat alone, not wanting to be around anyone. Not to mention Blaise was being disgustingly cute with Neville and Draco didn't want to be a third wheel.
There was only one time he spoke to someone, and that was Harry. But he declined his request to join them in the Gryffindor common room, even after he told him Blaise wanted him there.
He felt incredibly lonely, but at the same time he wanted it to stay like this forever. He deserved it after all.