Something resembling a family
Chapter Four
"Come on" Oliver said in ways of explanation when the younger boy did not follow him, Draco pouted, "'m tired" he complained. Oliver blinked, "Er. Yes, I know, that's why we're going to bed. Now, come on-"
"'m too tired to walk" Draco whined, and even fluttered his eyelashes this time as his pout doubled in strenght. Oliver barely restrained himself from rolling his eyes, and sighed instead, "Look Malfoy, I can' carry ye. You're too heavy for me, alright?"
Draco's pouting lower lip began to tremble.
"Whoa, hey, what? Hey!"
Draco's eyes filled with silver tears.
"Stop that! It won't work, I can't carry ye, regardless of whether I want to or whether you cry yer eyes out, ye hear! So don' bother!"
Draco started crying, sobbing uncontrollably.
"Ah fer christ-" Oliver strode back to the desk, where Draco was still sitting, and fluttered his arms a little uncertainly before deciding to put one of his hands on Draco's shoulder, "Hey, come on, don' cry... please?"
"Y-y-you d-d-don't l-like me!"
"What?"
But Draco just cried harder, choking on his own sobs and sniffing pitifully. Oliver bit his lip anxiously, he never could stand to see people cry, "Please stop crying" he begged again, not really expecting it to work, "I- What, ye presume I don' like ye because I can' carry ye?" he asked instead. Draco stopped howling atleast and seemed to be listening to him, even if tears were still pouring down his face, "That doesn' mean I don' like ye!" Oliver continued, encouraged by the progress, "It means I'm not strong enough! Okay?"
"B-but you- you ca-alled m-me M-al-foy...!" Draco stuttered uncertainly, blinking rapidly to rid his sight from silvery blur. Oliver frowned, "Er. Yeah, so? 's yer name, innit?"
Draco started crying all over again.
"Damn. Stop it! Hey, sorry. Sorry! I- What, I don' understa- Ye want me to... to call ye Draco? Is that it? Draco?" Draco nodded and sniffed, "Oh gee, 'm sorry. I wasn' thinkin, 's all. Draco. I really like ye, okay? But I still can' carry ye..."
"Okay"
"Okay? Wow, that was easy... Want to go then?"
"Yeah"
"Alright! Come on..."
Draco hopped down from the desk, and Oliver instinctly grabbed his hand to help steady him. When he tried to drop said hand again, Draco wouldn't let him, so they left the classroom, holding hands, Draco forcing their arms to swing a little, much to Oliver's dismay.
TBC
