IM SO SORRY. It's been like, 5 months since I updated? :( I've been so busy with my music, I lost track. But anyway, here's the latest chapter, hope you like it. Please tell me what ya think :)
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Chapter 17
Draco gulped. He felt sick. His fist still hovered over the red door that belonged to Harry Potter. He confronted, Weasley, he can confront Potter, right?
His fist banged on the door as a sudden rush of adrenaline kicked in. His breaths became shallow and heavy at the same time. He tried to compose himself as the door slowly opened.
After a few moments, Ginny Potter's kind eyes grew wide in a mix of disbelief, worry and confusion. She held a child closer to her, resting on her hip. It started to sniff and cry a little as the cold air blew onto it. Ginny shifted her weight, her mouth becoming dry, not know what to say or do.
Draco cleared his throat and looked up at her.
"Morning, Ginny." He flashed a quick smile before ver voice pierced the silence between them.
"What the hell are you doing hear Malfoy?" Her eyed narrowed as the child resting on her hip grew ever so restless.
"Funny, your brother said the same thing." He sighed.
"My brother?"
"I presume he hasn't been in touch?"
"What?.." She looked terrified. "What the hell have you done to him?" She stepped back raising her wand,
"Nothing, please, I swear! In fact me and your brother came to a truce. It's all I wish with Potter" he held his hands up slightly, showing he meant no harm. Ginny let her hand drop as she processed his words.
"How can I trust you?" She said in a deep threatening way, her eyes like two slits of cold ice piercing Draco and his words.
"You just must, please. I don't wish to harm anyone." He smiled at the small child clinging to Ginny, it smiled and giggled holding his hands towards Draco. Ginny stared on amazement as the child giggled more waving his arms at the man who once was her sworn enemy. Draco's heart was warm with the sound of this child's laughter.
"Please come in, Harry is in the study." She walked to the side and let him pass. Draco bobbed his head in thanks, as he walked in and wiped his feet on the mat.
"But trust me, my magic is certainly not out of practice." She slammed the door quickly behind him. He smiled slightly and waited for her to lead the way.
The house was a rather large, yet lived in house; the walls towered high with heavy looking lampshades from the ceiling and portraits hanging with no uniformity, it very much reminded Draco of The Burrows.
As for Ginny, she'd grown from a girl into a woman. Het face was rounder, more like her mothers, and her stature was rather soft and curvaceous, with her long auburn hair tumbling down her back. The small child entwining it through it's fingers, still giggling at Draco.
As he followed Ginny down the long hallway, he heard the thumping of two, maybe three children running around upstairs, one shouting, two laughing as the muffled sounds whirled around the house. Ginny came to an abrupt stop and turned to face him.
"Harry still worries you know, about everything that happened." She looked up at him. "So don't be surprised of he tries to kill you, just tell him not to make a mess." She opened the door she stood next to and popped her head around the corner.
"You have someone here to see you" Ginny let her guard down for the first time since she'd seen Draco, and the look in her eyes was worry, worry and concern. She loved Harry and didn't want to see him hurt anymore than he already had been.
A rustling of papers could be heard as someone stood up from a slightly squeaky chair. Ginny stepped aside and beckoned Draco to go in.
His breaths were short and his hands were clammy, he thought suddenly this wasn't such a good idea after all. Regardless, his legs did, and took him into a large room with books upon books, stacked high, a large chandelier hanging from the ceiling, a window that took up half the back wall with rain bouncing noisily off it.
His eyes then locked on Harry, he looked tired, he removed his glasses and rubbed his eyes before gently pushing them back up the bridge of his nose. Dark circles cradled his eyes, the wrinkles around them seemed deeper that when he last saw him.
"Draco Malfoy." He laughed slightly. "In my study, of all places." He walked slowly to his desk and moved a glass of water to the side. His face then all of a sudden grew serious as he stormed over and grasped Draco by the throat, the impact pushing him through two piles of books, knocking them over as well as a table and finally pushing him up against a wall. Draco gasped and tried with all his might to pry Harry's hands off his throat. He chocked on the crushing on his windpipe, he coughed and it hurt, the bruising already spreading like fire in his throat.
Draco looked deep into Harry's eyes, they were sad, but enraged. He hesitated before pulling back his hand. Draco slid down the wall and dropped to the floor, gasping and coughing, cupping his throat in an attempt to soothe the pain.
Ginny rushed in and quickly realised what had happened.
"Harry, what the hell? He's come to talk to you, not fight!" Ginny looked horrified at her husbands behaviour.
"Ginny just leave. Take the kids and go to the park or something" he panted from the rush of adrenaline.
"It's chucking it down, and I'm not going anywhere until you're the person I married again, not this man who I don't know. This has been going far too long and you're starting to scare me! This needs to stop" She shouted at Harry, her voice strong and powerful. Then silence fell, all that could be heard was Draco's heavy breathing. He tentatively stood up and fixed his coat.
Harry sat down of his desk chair and held his head in his hands. Ginny looked at both of the men before walking out and shutting the door behind her.
Silence was the only thing that was heard. It pierced them both, the air was tense, and Draco's windpipe, crushed.
"I'm sorry, I let myself get too angry." Harry stood up and walked over to the window.
"I've not slept since our last encounter. All I see when I do is..." He hesitated, his knuckles turning white for his tight fists. He turned and looked at Draco; he'd marked his throat, purple and pink finger marks started to emerge. How could he have done that? He wasn't a monster, he wasn't Draco. He was 'The Boy Who Lived', he stopped the misery but it still followed him. He was changing, changing into something dark day after day.
Draco tried to clear his throat, but winced as he did so. The burning sensation still lingered, it was like he had swallowed a hundred sharp knives.
"I.. I'm her to make a truce H-Harry" he coughed, rubbing his bruising throat. "All I want is for Hermione to be happy" he walked slowly over to Harry, who had grown tense, his muscles taught.
"I'm just here to shake your hand, and I'll be on my way."
Harry looked at him with amazement. His eyes wide with disbelief. He shook his head and walked to the window once again.
"I'm broken, Malfoy. And I know, whatever I do, whoever I'm with... I'll never be fixed." He choked slightly, tearing up.
"I can't go on living like nothing ever happened." He turned and looked Draco in the eye, silent tears rolling down his cheeks.
"I've fallen that deep, I'm afraid I can't ever get back up. I have four beautiful children, a beautiful wife, and a beautiful house. But yet I'm still terrified. I'm still just a black entity inside. Everyday, He follows me around. All He's done, I can't escape it." Tears streamed down his cheeks as he pushed his hair back out of his face.
"Just tell me one thing before I shake your hand and you leave my house for good, one thing."
He walked over to Draco, wiping his face. He spoke slowly with a deep and tentative voice.
"How the fuck do you sleep at night, knowing how much devastation you've caused?"
A moment of silence was passed as Harry stuck in Draco's face.
"I don't." Draco chocked.
"I've been so deep down this hole you're in now, I almost killed myself. I took drugs, and drank too much alcohol. I've fucked that many women, I've lost track. I'm ill, there's something wrong with me even now. But I ignore it because Hermione makes me happy. She brought me up from that hole, she came down and dragged me to the surface, Potter, and believe me, she fought harder than you, and anyone else I know. I locked myself away, isolated myself, thinking that if I was out of sight, then I was out of mind. My heart aches, my head hurts and my dreams are one continuous nightmare."
Draco placed his hand on Harry's shoulder who's eyes firmed wide like a wild animal ready to pounce, yet Draco continued.
"Kill me now, if you want, if it will make you feel better, but I can guarantee it won't. I'm here for you Harry, I may be the last person you look to for help, but I know what it feels like to be that deep in your own mind, you're scared to come back up, because of the pain you've repressed." He looked deep into his eyes, his voice weak.
"I'm here."