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Acceptance
Chapter 16
That's not how the Story Goes
I began pacing in front of the doors leading to the infirmary. I couldn't hear Draco's screams of pain anymore, but I wasn't sure if I could affirm whether it was a good sign or a bad one. Ron had fallen asleep on the floor, and it amazed me how anyone could even think about sleeping in a situation like this. Then again, maybe it was just me, haunted by my own guilt. Draco was injured because of me. I was really tempted to go off in pursuit of his attacker and rip his intestines out, but doing that would mean abandoning Draco again, and I wouldn't risk doing the same mistake. What if I left and Draco was looking for me? What if I came back and he had already breathed his last breath? I wasn't going to take any chances this time. I was going to wait patiently until the nurses let me in.
"Harry!" I heard Hermione's voice as she sprinted down the hallway towards me. "I heard what happened. Don't worry…Draco will be fine…"
I didn't know what came over me, but I suddenly broke down again in front of her, pouring out all my guilt and sorrow. After all the effort I took to hold my composure, I lost control once more. She hugged me and told me to calm down. Honestly, how could I calm down when the boy I loved was in some critical condition in that room? She didn't understand…
"Harry, I know you think we don't know what you're going through, but we're worried too. Ever since you took Draco in, Ron and I have gotten pretty attached to him as well…you know that?"
"I know…but…"
"You don't have to say a word. Just know this: Draco will be strong…for you, so don't cry, okay? Come on, Draco's gonna laugh at you if he sees you in this state."
Between tears, I managed to laugh a little at that last comment. Indeed, I could picture Draco walking out of the infirmary, raising an awkward eyebrow at the sight of me being a freaking crybaby and clinging on to a girl like a weakling. Then he'd burst into childish laughter, pointing at me, mocking me and singing to some kiddy tune "Harry is crying~ Harry is sissy~" or something along those lines…
But at the thought of how badly injured he was, the image of Draco in my mind was not a cheerful, adorable cutie, but a sad, injured victim of abuse. I frowned again. Hermione then let out a sigh in helplessness and sat on the floor beside her supposed boyfriend. I took one last look at the infirmary door before sitting down next to Ron as well. My eyelids were getting heavy, and I knew sleep would take me any time now. It's been a long and hard day full of unexpected drama, which was way too much for me to handle in just these few hours. Then again, my 'terrible' day obviously wouldn't hold a candle to Draco's. My poor Draco…I hope he's okay…
"Mr. Potter!"
My eyes fluttered open and the first thing I saw was Madam Pomfrey standing in front of me, arms akimbo. Damn, I must have fallen asleep. My friends weren't sitting by me anymore, in fact, they were nowhere in sight. The nurse ushered me into the infirmary, whispering in my ear, "he's awake now." I heaved a sigh of relief, or at least I thought it was relief. Draco was awake, after all those complicated medical treatment processes. That was good, right? But I was worried at the same time; what if he didn't want to see me?
Madam Pomfrey closed the door and left me alone in the large room with Draco. I made my way towards him, taking baby steps. Draco was sitting up, looking rather lifeless on the bed. I smiled subconsciously when I saw him, "Hey Dray…How you feeling?"
Draco blinked wearily. He simply looked weak, but when his little grey eyes focused on me, I sensed an indescribably bad tension being aroused between us. That was when he snapped… Draco furrowed his eyebrows, face twisted in an extremely infuriated way and he threw a nearby vase at me, which I dodged just in time. What the hell was he doing?
"HARRY LEFT DRACO! WHY HARRY DO THAT?" he screamed, tears falling at massive speed. "WHY? WHY? WHY? DRACO LOVED HARRY! BUT HARRY BETRAY DRACO! WHY HARRY LET DRACO GET HURT?"
I was in a state of panic, I hadn't expected this sudden outburst at all. "Draco, I'm sorry! Please…calm down…you'll open your wounds…I don't want to see you in any more pain!"
"NO! Harry…Harry hates Draco…Harry wants Draco to die…Harry doesn't love Draco…" his voice faltered as it trailed off. I felt as if my heart had been stabbed by Godric Gryffindor's sword. How could Draco say that? He should know very well how much I love him! But I did betray him…somewhat… Nevertheless, he should bear in mind that I was the one who took him in and cared for him…I could have decided to just leave him at King's Cross, but I didn't! Because I cared about him…Hell…I freaking love him…How could he say that I didn't…? It was tearing me apart.
"Y'Know what? Harry doesn't need to love Draco anymore…becuz…Draco HATE Harry! DRACO HATE HARRY! GO AWAY! LEAVE DRACO ALONE!"
This time, I was really lost for words. Draco…really didn't love me anymore…? He hated me…? But I…I loved him so much… Was leaving him twice really too much such that it made him despise me to the very core? I was still frozen in thought until Draco began hurling pillows at me, chasing me away, screaming and thrashing about violently. The bed sheets were thrown off as well, and I could see blood coming out from his mouth as he yelled. Tears began falling from my eyes. I wanted to be there for him, but there was no stopping his tantrum, especially given the reason why he was angry. He didn't want my presence. He was chasing me out of the infirmary…No…He was chasing me out of his life…
"GO AWAY HARRY! GET OUT! GET OUT!"
It's over…It's all over…He hates me…He'll never come near me again…
"HARRY!"
"Harry wake up, you damn git!"
I was shaken awake. Ron and Hermione were squatting in front of me. I looked at my surroundings. I was still outside the infirmary, my friends were still here. Holy crap it was just a dream…Oh god…
"Harry, you were sweating and struggling in your sleep, we thought it best to wake you up," Ron shrugged. Hermione handed me a cloth to wipe my drenched forehead. I didn't want to tell them about the dream, at least not yet. I was still in shock. The dream was freaking realistic.
"Draco hasn't woken up yet, right?"
"No…No one even came out of the infirmary to tell us how he's doing."
"Hmm…okay…"
I guess I was going to stay awake for now…
With the company of my friends…
and pray that Draco would truly be alright…
and…
hopefully…
when he wakes up for real…
I wouldn't have to relive that horrible nightmare…