Untitled Part 1

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TW: panic attack⚠️

Silence.

"What did you just say Potter?" Asked Draco slowly in a low toned voice. He showed no emotions whatsoever.

Harry struggled to respond for a moment.

"You heard me Malfoy. Are-you-a-death-eater?" Harry was now on the verge of shaking. Somehow he still managed to question Malfoy boldly.

Draco huffed and let out a small chuckle. Cross that. It was a laugh, a sanity laugh.

Harry gulped and hesitated. He shifted uncomfortably on his seat, trying to back away as regret filled him up.

He watched as Draco tightened his fists and quickly got up. Harry sighed in relief as he thought that Malfoy was heading out.
Little did he know in a blink of an eye he was now grabbed by his own red tie and held up to the blonde boys pale face.

Draco breathed heavily, angrily as he hardened his grip.

"You watch your mouth Potter." Seethed Malfoy.
"Got it? And if you open your mouth about this to anyone Potter.... anyone.... I will make sure you regret the day you stepped foot into Hogwarts."
He let go of Harry and turned his heels then stormed out of the library to god-knows-where.

Harry was left standing in shock as Draco brushed past him. He sat down and tried to comprehend everything.
So he is? Draco Malfoy is a death eater.

Potter couldn't wrap his head around it but at the same time it made the whole sense in the world.
A death eater as a father, a crazy murderous woman as an aunt, a mother who can't bring herself to speak up to her own husband due to his cruelty.
What did they expect Draco to come out as? A child who's childhood's gonna be as normal as ever? A boy who can happily make friends, of all types, without being lectured and even punished for it? A teenager who can live his life, without constant tasks, worries, and stress?

No wonder this is how he turned out.
Harry sighed and may or may not have made the most stupid decision ever knowing he's gonna regret it.
He got up from his seat and sauntered out of the room, following the blonde boy.

He strolled down the halls, struggling to locate Malfoy.

The room of requirement, where could he possibly be other than there?
Thought Harry to himself as he made his way close to the room.
He entered hesitantly and scoured around. No sign of Draco. He kept walking and examining for a couple of minutes, until he gave up.
Harry left the room but he couldn't bare the thought of giving up..... on Malfoy for some unexplainable reason.

One side of Potter wanted to find Draco, help him and comfort him, regardless of him being a death eater. The other side of his mind wanted to let it be and stay out of Draco's business and trouble.

Fuck it, I'll find him.

Moments passed and Harry kept foraging around the castle.

Nothing.

Until...

Sniffs and cries....

Was all Harry could here when he stepped closer to the bathroom.

He denied the thought of it being Draco.
He never cries.

Harry took a few steps closer and made his way in to the sight of a platinum-haired boy, standing before the mirror. It was shattered. He had his arms resting on the sink as he sobbed and struggled to breathe.
He looked as if he was having a panic attack.

Harry did not hesitate to step forward. Closer and closer to the boy until he was standing right behind him. He gulped as he looked at Draco. It was the first time in forever he saw Malfoy with tears welling up in his eyes. It was rare.
But now, all could Harry think of was comforting him.
Perhaps Draco Malfoy wasn't as apathetic as he seemed to be. He truly isn't that emotionless.

It was until now that Draco realized Harry's presence behind him. He gasped with rage and quickly turned his heals around and faced Potter. He scouted for his wand in his pocket.
"Get-Out." He quavered.

Silence.

Harry got closer and closer. Inches apart until he got ahold of Draco's wrist. He gulped and spoke up.
"Malfoy. What-"

He got caught off by Draco breaking free of the grip, breathing heavily with furrowed eyebrows.

"You really want to know if I'm up to something, Potter? You're utterly obsessed with finding out?!" He seethed, then proceeded to do something he know he may regret, but Draco just couldn't handle it anymore and keep this tragedy to himself.

He lifted up the sleeve of his black suit, revealing it. The mark.
Malfoy glanced at it in disgust.
"There you go. Look!" He raised his voice as he was also on the verge of tears.
"Take a look Potter!" He continued quavering.

"Malfoy," Breathed Harry.

"Look at this nightmare! I was fucking chosen. Yeah Potter. I have to work for the bloody Dark Lord! Look! Look! Happy now?" Draco was now slightly sobbing. His knees felt weaker and lighter than a feather.

"Hey-hey. Malfoy. Calm down." Said Harry as he watched Draco drop down to his knees. Panicking.

Harry didn't think twice to step closer to the blonde boy. He kneeled down so that he was at the same level.

"What are you doing." Seethed Draco. He still managed to be his vicious self, regardless anything.

Harry took ahold of Malfoy's hand again. The one with the mark. He examined it with worried eyes as he softly ran his fingers around it.

Draco look at Harry with pure confusion. He didn't say anything though, to Potter's surprise, Malfoy shut his eyes and rested his blonde head onto Harry's shoulder, sighing and calming himself down.

"Why are you doing this?" Asked Draco raising his head after a couple of moments. He tried his best not to show any weaknesses, mainly not to Potter.

Harry sighed and responded.
"I don't know."