Blackmail Chapter 8
Dorie Kaiba
Draco Malfoy was on the ground tears streaming down his face, trying hard not to make noise and failing.
Harry was torn on what to do. If he went in there Malfoy would be furious, but Malfoy looked to be really upset.
So Harry quietly entered the room.
Malfoy heard Harry enter and yet he couldn't muster a single threat or insult.
"Go away."
"What is wrong Mal…Draco?" Harry didn't know why he had called Malfoy by his first name but perhaps this was the time to use it.
"Why do you care?"
Harry sat next to Draco. He didn't know why he cared but he did. He handed Draco a tissue.
Draco took it and dried his eyes.
"My mother is dead."
Harry looked at Draco in surprise.
"How?"
"She had been sick ever since my Father went to Azkaban. She wouldn't eat so the doctors say she died of malnutrition."
"If it makes you feel any better, I know how you feel."
"I know. And for some reason it does."
"Look Pot…Harry forget about this whole blackmail thing, it is stupid."
Harry nodded. "I won't say anything either."
They both sat in companionable silence for a while.
"Well I better get back to my room. My friends will get worried if I come back to late. Look Draco if you ever need to talk, I am here for you." Harry never expected to say that to Draco Malfoy but he meant it.
Draco looked up. "Thank you." Harry knew Draco meant it too.