Harry Potter Imagines

Depressions a bitch

I'm walking back to my common room when I hear footsteps behind me.

"Hey, y/n, you okay? You just up and left dinner... I've been kind of worried about you for a couple days now." A familiar blonde haired boy asks, putting his hand on my wrist to stop me from walking any further.

I pull it back close to my body and stare at him. "You. Draco Malfoy. Worried about someone? Yeah right.." I fake laugh a little and he glares at me.

"Fine whatever. I won't try to help." He turns around and begins walking away slowly.

"Wait! I'm sorry Draco.... Do you really want to know what's wrong with me?" I ask slowly walking up to him. He turns around and looks at me expectantly. 

"Alright so. Ever since i was 8 years old I've had this mental health issue called depression. It's a nasty thing, and the only way to get rid of it is to take medicine which will hopefully make it better, but not necessarily. And the issue is is that my medicine has stopped working, and I can't get a new one until Christmas when I can see my family again." I explain to him. He looks at me wide eyed.

"Wow. And what are the symptoms of this depression thing?" He asks, seeming to be actually interested. He walks towards me and folds his arm gesturing for me to put my arm through it. I obey and we begin walking to the common room.

"Um, well. My symptoms are basically getting really really sad for little or no reason at all, and also feeling numb-ish? Like where you can't feel any emotions at all and all you want to do is sit there or cry. I also have really bad anxiety. I don't really know how to explain it other than freaking out over something small or maybe really big to you." I tell him, as we approach the common room door.

"Wow y/n, I had no idea. I'm so sorry. And I really have been worried about you... I know we aren't really friends but from what I've seen of you you're really nice and kind to people. But people aren't always nice or kind to you and I don't see why. So I want to help. I can be like your personal bodyguard." He says eagerly. At first I think he's joking, but I quickly understand that he isn't kidding at all.

"Oh! Um well. I suppose that would be okay..." I say quietly, blushing.

"Alright then. I'm your personal bodyguard." Draco smiles.

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424 words in total. I started crying in class and walked out lmao. My principal allowed me to sit in her room and work on stuff so here I am! Working on writing a story for yall. Me and my boyfriend broke up on Friday so i'm even more depressed then usual. Oh well. Hope you guys have a good day.