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"Yeah.. ghosts haunting me sure is lovely."
y / n m a l f o y
Sitting on the stairs alone, i still think about Draco. What he could possibly doing, how he's feeling right now. I miss my brother, and i just want him to be okay. The cold December air brush against my skin, as i clutch Harry's jumper that i'm wearing. I take a deep breath, as i feel more and more worried for Draco.
I hear faint footsteps walking down the stairs, i knew it was Harry. He sits down beside me, slinging an arm around my neck. Instinctively, i rest my head on his shoulder, as he smiles down at me, "Hey, bubbles," He says, with the sweetest smile i've ever seen. I decide to smile back at him, my smile isn't as warm as his, but it still counts, "Hey."
"You alright?" Harry asks, in a rather concerned tone. I look up at him, and lightly shake my head, "I'm just— Um.. Thinking about Draco." He huffs loudly, before asking me again, "What happened with him?"
"You know.." I start, keeping my gaze on the floor as i speak, although i can feel Harry's eyes burning on me, "He might be feeling lonely lately, he's been really down and.. Really pressured, you know? I don't think he's okay."
"He went home, right?" Harry asks, and i shake my head again, "No.. He stayed back."
"Why?" My boyfriend asks once again, i shrug, diverting my gaze to him, "I dunno.. But Blaise just said he did."
Harry lifted an eyebrow, as he asks me, "You talked to Blaise?" I only nod, "Yeah, on the train."
"How was he then?" Harry continue asking, as i force a smile, "He seemed fine." "Good.." Harry nods, "That's good."
But my mind is still occupied, thinking about my twin brother. I feel uneasy, and really worried about him. Maybe it's a twins thing, or maybe i'm just paranoid and over thinking it. But one thing that always comes to my mind when i think about Draco is him standing on the very top of the astronomy tower, holding onto the railings, looking out at the night sky. Alone.
"I'm just really worried about Draco, Harry," I sigh, as Harry tries to reassure me. He reaches for my hand and holds it softly, "Try talking to him," He suggests.
"I have, he's really upset with me. I really miss my brother, you know. I just want my brother back."
"I'm sorry, Y/n.." Harry apologises, he must think this is his fault, that Draco and i separated. But it really isn't. If it's anyone's fault, it's Voldemort. I shake my head, smiling at Harry, "Draco isn't himself right now. I wish he would just man up and stop doing what Voldemort is telling him to do, i wish he'd just.. Run away with me."
