The Distance Between Us

9. Telling Granger

-Draco POV-

"Nonononononono, this can't be Harry, right?"

"I'm afraid so....." and with that, Draco darted out the doors afraid of what he might do. As he turned towards a corner, he bumped into Granger. 

"Oi! Watch it." He hissed.

"Oh, Malfoy, did you find Harry?"

"It's you....sorry, and yes I found Harry."

"Where is he, I want to se-"

"You can't!" Draco cut in. "You wouldn't want to."

"What do you mean, of course I do, he's Harry, why wouldn't I? Now stop saying rubbish and tell me where he is." 

"Alright Granger, fine. But first, do you know about Harry being abused in his muggle home?"

"HE WAS WHAT? ABUSED? HE NEVER TOLD US!!!" Hermione ran off, before she could open the door to the wing though, Draco stopped her. 

"You don't want to see what's in there." Draco warned.

"I want to see if he's okay, and besides how bad can it be, a muggle can't do much to a wizard, can they?" 

"No, Harry's not okay, of course he's not okay. And muggles can do very bad things.  I warned you Granger." Draco said before letting her open the door to the wing. 

Granger quickly ran to where Pomfrey was and looked down. Not realizing that, that was Harry, "Where's Harry?"

Pomfrey pointed to the boy on the bed. Granger's eyes widened as well. "That's," she pointed to the boy, "Harry?" she squeaked as Pomfrey nodded slowly looking everywhere but at Granger and Harry. 

"Wi-w-will h-he be okay?" Granger silently asked. 

"I hope so"Pomfrey choked out. 

"How can they do that to Harry? What did he do to deserve this?" Granger sobbed. 

Draco left the room again, he needed to clear his head of what had happened that day. He needed time to process it all. He went down to the Quidditch field. He once saw Harry crying and after he calmed down he went flying. Draco wanted to try that. He summoned his broom hopped on it and flew. He enjoyed flying, almost as much as Harry did. After a few minutes, he started thinking. Did Harry mean EVERY SINGLE thing he wrote about? Did he love me that much, to just give a vault full of money? What did he mean by, ptsd, what's that? Why were he writing letters anyways?   Was he really leaving? What the bloody hell happened while he wasn't at Hogwarts? Did the muggles that raised him know anything? After a while of question...well Harry's life, Draco decided to check on him again. He landed right at the doors of Hogwarts and went straight to the hospital wing. 

Since it was supper time, everyone was at the Great Hall. Draco had forgotten that he hadn't eaten since the day before, since he was so busy with...everything. He decided to drop by the kitchen to grab a sandwich. He quickly stuffed it into his mouth, feeling less hungry he headed for the wing again. When he got there, however, at least half the Gryffindor house was standing outside trying to go in. Draco pushed through the crowd and tried to head into the wing. He ignored the Gyffins shouting 'stop' and 'you can't get in'. However, when he tried, he just slipped in. The Gryffindors were, well shocked. Another Gryffindor, a 7th year assuming, tried to come in but got bounced off the invisible barrier. Draco chuckled and remembered why he was there. 

When Draco reached Harry's bed, only Longbottom, Loony, and Granger was there. Draco greeted them and stared at the not moving body below. 

Draco saw Pomfrey, "Is Harry getting a little better?" 

"Yes, a bit, I had to give him all of my stock of energy potion to get him enough blood as a normal person would. I don't know how he does it, always being happy."

They all nodded, yeah, who knew that one of the most cheery person would have been just acting. Draco of course realized something. Harry and him were the most opposite people on Earth. Yet they loved each other.