Potter: A Drarry Fan Fiction

Words

Lessons had been cancelled until lunch for the game but because of my timely catch, everyone was just sort of hanging out.

Ron, Dean, Blaise, Draco and sat on the grass together in one of the courtyards.

"Isn't it going to get infected?" Blaise asked.

"What do you think I am, a botch Doctor in a back ally?" Draco asked astonished that anyone would question his body modification skills.

"Not far from one" Blaise replied with a snarky grin on his face.

Draco acted as is he wasn't going to dignify Blasie with an answer but after a short pause he gave in.

"I pored fire whiskey all over my ear afterwards, it was a nightmare to get out of my hair," he said in a very deadpan way.

"Aww, did your precious hair get messed up," Blaise said bringing his hand to Draco's head to mess up his hair.

Draco karate chopped his arm before he even got close.

"I didn't think you wanted to die before the dance," Draco said announcing his 'd's.

"Oh, I do" Ron sighed.

"Oh really weazlebee?" Draco asked turning to Ron.

"Hermione being pushy about your suit?" Dean asked.

"The opposite, I just thought she'd pick one out for me and I'd be done but she wants me to choose one myself," Ron said crossing his arms.

"Aww poor you, having the freedom to make a fashion decision" Draco teased.

"I'm not joking Malfoy, it's a nightmare," Ron said, actually needing help.

"I have to say, you've left it quite late" I mentioned.

"Yeah Harry, thanks for that" He sighed, resting his head in his hand.

"No he's actually right, it's Friday today and the dance is on Sunday. How are you going to get anything from a tailor that quickly?" Draco asked getting distressed for Ron.

Ron and Dean looked at Draco with raised eyebrows. I looked up Draco's face from where my head was resting on his lap. It went from distress to confusion.

"Why are you- why are they looking at me like that Potter?" He asked with his hand in my hair.

"They don't get their clothes from the tailor" I whispered blowing Draco's mind.

"Oh oh I see, that's fine. I apologise. But can I ask where they come from then?" He asked politely but laced with suspicion.

"Online" Dean said.

Draco's hand grabbed my hair.

"On a line? Is that how muggles make their clothes with their lightbulbs and their sonic calculators?" Draco said loosening his grip.

"No, it's a place you can buy things" Dean said treading carefully.

"What's wrong with going to a shop?" Draco asked.

"Bit late for that now" Blaise said.

"Most muggles buy things online" Dean explained.

"Most! Most?" Draco exclaimed.

"Well it's convenient" I said.

"Convenience, convenience is the death of experience" Draco said clutching his chest.

"How do you try it on before you buy it?" He asked thinking of more dilemmas.

"You buy it, try it on at home and send it back." Dean explained.

"Merlin save me" Draco said shaking his head.

Dean laughed.

"How is that convenient? How?!" Draco said looking as he were on the verge of a heart attack.

"Sorry to interrupt this little pow-wow but I would like to speak to Mr Potter," a familiar voice asked.

I sat up immediately, luckily Draco was leaning back otherwise I would have knocked him out.

"Yes professor McGonagall," I said scrambling to my feet.

We walked inside.

She stopped and looked at me. At my face and then at my eyes.

"Good catch Potter," she said with a motherly tone.

So few words carried an extraordinarily amount of weight. They were just as powerful as a war charge, and yet just as soft as a spring poem. They hit me like a ton of bricks and cushioned my fall like a bed of flowers.

I looked at her. The words seemed to have affected her as equally as they had me. Perhaps more because there was a tear present in her eye that wasn't in mine.

The moments after those words were painfully silent, the world had truly forgotten to turn for just a fleeting moment.

My heart felt just as heavy as my bottom lip.

I might have only known my mother for a painfully short amount of time, but I can say with absolute certainty that this is a love reserved for mothers and their sons.

"Thank you professor" I murmured on the account that I hadn't recovered from her words yet.

She took a deep breath in.

"And tell Mr Weasley to sort out his tie," she said in her normal tone before walking off.

I walked back to the group in a sort of altered state.

I had the feeling that she once thought she had said those words for the last time.

Part of me wanted to vomit, the other cry, and the last, laugh.

There wasn't a name for this feeling, I am sure. Because if anyone else had felt it they didn't want, or didn't have the strength, to articulate it.

It was too intimate, too precious.

It was too beautiful to taint it with reality.

Draco ran over to me.

"We're sitting over there you silly boy," he said holding my shoulder.

I had made it as far as the half wall separating the corridor from the courtyard.

"Potter?" He said getting worried.

"Are you alright, what did she even say?" He asked using his hand to guide my chin up.

"Just hold me" I begged.

He obliged immediately without question.

"Are you upset, happy, what?" He asked. His chin pushed into my shoulder a little as he spoke. He had both arms under my own.

"She said 'good catch Potter'" I said quoting her.

Draco remained in the hug but I didn't need to see his face to know he was confused.

"I need you to know that I love you, Potter," he said with concern.

"I know" I replied.

He couldn't understand, but I didn't need him to.

"You're good to me Draco," I said after a few more moments to help him.

"I'm only as good as you make me" he replied.