"You're late." Sneered Professor Snape
"I'm aware, Professor Snape thank you for stating the obvious."
"30 points from Gryffindor"
Harry took his seat next to his two best friends.
"Are you okay Harry. We looked for you this morning but,-"
"I'm fine Hermione" He cut her off
"You don't sound fine."
Harry looked at Hermione he thought about telling her. Maybe she would understand. He opened his mouth to say something but, hesitated and decided it wasn't the time or place to talk about it.
"I'm fine." He said rubbing a tear from his eye
Draco never showed up for any of their classes all day. Although he is the last person Harry wanted to see he somewhat hoped he'd show up but, at the same time was happy he didn't. He wasn't sure how he'd react to seeing him.
The worse things came to Harry's mind when he thought about his "relationship" with Draco, what if all this time he was using him. What if he never really loved him he was just going to hand him over to You-know-who? A part of Harry thought maybe there's an actual reasonable explanation but, another part of him knew it was bound to happen, Draco's father after all is a death eater.
Harry let his mind wander the entire day without paying attention to anything not even Quidditch practice. He thought about not going in the first place but, figured it would get his mind off of Draco. It did not. I only reminded him of the day they celebrated their 1 month anniversary. Before last night he had never felt as close to Draco as he did that day. Now it all just felt fake. Everything he felt was a lie.
That night Harry wore the shirt Draco let him borrow to bed. It still had the scent of the cologne Draco always wears on it. It smelled sweet but manly. He wept the entire night.
"Harry? You okay over there? ", Ron thought he was having a fit about his nightmares again
Harry didn't answer he began to sob harder than before.
"Do you want to talk about it?"
Again Harry didn't answer he just kept sobbing.
Ron could tell he was trying to hold back the tears because, he stopped every few seconds. It didn't want to bother him so he simply said, "I don't what you're going through Harry but, I'm here when you need me."
The next morning during breakfast Ron sat next to Hermione like he always did. He still hasn't buckled down to tell her how he really felt about her. He planned to tell her today at breakfast actually but, right now that didn't seem important. They needed to focus on Harry. They knew something was wrong. Something is always wrong but, this is different.
"He was crying very hard. At first I thought he was having fit because of a night mare or something but, it just wasn't the same as the other times."
"Well maybe we should tell Dumbledore. What if this is something serious?"
"I don't know about that Hermione. I don't think we should go to anyone just yet. We have to ask him first."
"He won't tell us Ron. You know how he can be sometimes."
"We are his best friends he'll tell us when the time is right."
"I suppose you're right. Here he comes don't say anything."
"Hey guys. What's going on?" Harry asked as he approached them
"Oh nothing just having a spot of breakfast." Hermione said, trying not to sound as if they were just talking about him
"Brilliant, I'm starving. Scoot over." He sounded very cheerful "So, Ron you were brilliant during practice yesterday. You are king!" He laughed
Ron gave Hermione a confused looked. Something wasn't right. No one was this cheerful in the morning
"Feeling better Harry?" Ron asked
"What do you mean?"
"Last night you were awfully put down."
"Oh… Bad dream but, yes I feel loads better now." He lied if anything he felt worse. His head was pounding and eyes were swollen from crying all night. He doesn't want anyone asking questions so he figured he'd put on a happy face until he felt better.
"Did you hear about what to Draco?" Hermione asked Harry. A pained look came across his face at the sound of his name.
"No what happened?" He tried not to sound worried but, failed
"They found him drunk outside the Gryffindor corridors shouting. He was yelling for you Harry."
"Really?" He sounded excited like a puppy playing catch. He noticed the looks his friends where giving him and quickly changed his tone of voice. "That's odd. No telling what was going through his mind he was drunk after all."
"I never pictured Malfoy as one to drink to face anything. He is a coward but, drinking…" Ron stopped talking he noticed neither Harry nor Hermione were paying any attention. He nudged Harry's shoulder, "So, I was thinking I should tell her. Hermione I mean." He whispered.
"By all means tell her. It can't be that hard since she already knows." Harry said as he rolled his beautiful clear blue eyes although they looked a bit irritated from the late night sobbing.
Ron turned to Hermione opened his mouth and let out a pathetic little whimper. He chickened out. Again.
"Bloody hell." He cursed at himself
"We should be going off to class now." Hermione said
While walking down the halls who should they run into, of course Draco Malfoy. He looked tired, lost and sloppy. His shirt as wrinkled non-tucked in, socks didn't match, hair was messy and his robes had stains on them.
"Ha—Harry" His voice cracked
"What do you want Malfoy? " He answered angrily
"We should talk."
Harry began to walk away but, Draco grabbed his arm.
"Let go of him!" Ron said whipping out his wand
"What are you going to do about it weasel!?"
"Let of me Draco. We're done here." Harry began to choke up while he held in tears as he saw the pain look in Draco's eyes.
"We need to talk! Let me explain please!" He begged. A tear fell down his cheek he let go of Harry's arm and left
"What the bloody hell was that?!" Ron yelled
"No Idea." Harry answered quietly
Maybe there was more to the story, he thought.
"Mental that one."
"Yeah. Let's go before we're late."