Chapter 11

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"Is it just me or is Malfoy acting really odd?" Ron asked absently, throwing a balled up paper into the crackling fire.

I choked on my spit where I sat on the floor, coughing into my hand as I sent the Hermione a panicked look. I could see her staring intently at the back of Ron's head from where she sat behind us, up on the sofa.

"Ehm what do you mean Ron?" She asked, trying to sound normal.

Ron balled up another paper and threw it into the fire before speaking again.

"I just... He never calls us foul words anymore and he doesn't scare you either Harry. And also he didn't even seem upset when you two got placed together in potions today!" He threw his arms up in confusion.

Fuck... He knows! Even bloody Ron knows that something's up, Draco and I are so obvious!
Hermione looked at me in sympathy, heaving a sigh before she opened her mouth and started to speak.

"Umm Ron... I just think that"

"No Hermione stop!" I yelled at her, not knowing what she was about to say.

"Harry wait" She said to me firmly before continuing. Ron sent us both suspicious looks before listening to Hermione once again.

"I think it's just that..." She looked down at her hands, voice dropping to a whisper "Everyone of us lost ourself and people they loved during the war. Malfoy too. Even though the people he lost was bad and did evil things... he still lost them. His whole world got destroyed with just the flick of a wand." Hermione ended in an almost inaudible whisper. Her eyes glazed with unshed tears, reflecting the warm light from the fire.

Ron and I just sat there, both stunned for words. All of us had felt that pain. Losing someone that meant the life for you. And of course Draco had too, everything he had learnt and lived by was destroyed and hated until a unbearable scale. He must have lived under such a pressure of having to perform and perfect something he didn't stand by. Tormenting people just for the sake of survival. Living with the dark lord breathing down his neck making every choice a living hell.
Either he had to kill or had to be killed.
I felt sick by the thought of it. Something wet slid down my cheek as I pushed myself up from the floor, biting myself hard in the lip to stop any more tears from escaping.
I had to find Draco...
I gave Ron and Hermione a look each before turning quick on my heel and storming up the stairs towards the eight years shared bedroom. I took the stone steps quickly, two at the time to get up as fast as possible. But just as I reached out for the doorknob to our room I could hear footsteps coming quick behind me.

"Fuck Ron! Don't follow me!" I yelled and turned towards the source of the sound.

But before I had the chance to react a pair of sleek arms was wrapped around me as a familiar scent of apples and... Draco, filled my nose. I melted into his warm embrace with a choked sob escaping my lips. He hushed me down in time with soothing kisses right above my eyebrow. Just like a small baby he rocked me from side to side. Holding me tight and resting his chin on my forehead. But I wasn't ashamed for crying, right now I just felt safe. And more loved than I ever had before.

With two strong hands he pushed me back a little, just enough to look into my red and puffy eyes. His stormy grey orbs looking right through me. I felt his hands leave my sides and a soft click of the door as he opened it. Our fingers threaded together as he led me over to my bed, the one furthest to the wall. We both laid down onto the bed carefully before sealing the curtains and hugging each other tightly. I closed my eyes and drew a deep breath. Filling my lungs to the brim with Draco's homely scent.
I looked up at him once again, feeling the emptiness of his right arm being lifted of me. But soon enough a long pale finger touched my forehead carefully pushing back my raven hair. Revealing the pink-tinted scar on my forehead. He looked at it carefully and studying every small detail of it. Before he captured my lips and kissed me slowly and ever so lovingly. I kissed him back with the same feeling, before releasing his lips and letting my breath ghost over them.
And just now right in this moment, I couldn't stop myself as my mouth opened and let out three small, but very meaningful words.

"I love you"

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