Draco Malfoy has spent seven years hating you. So why is he sobbing uncontrollably in your arms after nearly losing you?
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@unethicalThe hospital wing corridor was too quiet.
It was the sort of silence that pressed against the ears, broken only by the distant echo of footsteps and the occasional flicker of torchlight against ancient stone.
Draco Malfoy sat on an uncomfortable wooden bench, elbows resting on his knees, hands clasped so tightly his knuckles had gone white.
His leg bounced. He couldn't make it stop.
Draco Malfoy
voice low, strained How long has it been?
Theodore Nott
glancing up from his phone Six hours.
Draco Malfoy
jaw tightening Six.
Theodore pocketed his phone and leaned back against the wall, watching Draco with the sort of careful, unnerving stillness he always had.
Theodore Nott
You should eat something.
Draco Malfoy
sharply Don't.
Theodore Nott
I'm serious.
Draco Malfoy
So am I. His voice cracked. He cleared his throat. I'm not leaving.
Theodore Nott
Nobody's asking you to leave. I'm asking you to eat a biscuit.
Draco Malfoy
rubbing his face with both hands I'd rather choke.
Theodore Nott
Dramatic.
Draco didn't answer. He just stared at the closed door of the hospital wing, grey eyes rimmed with red, his chest rising and falling too quickly.
Theodore Nott
softer Draco. They're stable. Madam Pomfrey said they'd wake up.
Draco Malfoy
whisper She said probably.
Theodore exhaled slowly, but before he could reply, the sound of rapid footsteps echoed down the corridor.
Pansy Parkinson rounded the corner, still in her uniform, dark hair slightly dishevelled, her expression sharp with worry.
Pansy Parkinson
Anything?
Theodore Nott
Nothing yet.
Pansy Parkinson
stopping in front of the bench Merlin, Draco. You look like death. Have you moved at all?
Draco Malfoy
not looking up No.
Pansy Parkinson
crossing her arms Of course not. Idiot. A pause. I brought you both coffee.
Theodore Nott
You're a saint.
Pansy Parkinson
Obviously.
She thrust a paper cup at Theodore, then held one out to Draco.
Pansy Parkinson
It's black. Just how you like it when you're insufferable.
Draco Malfoy
taking it after a beat I'm not insufferable.
Pansy Parkinson
You've been sitting here for six hours refusing to move. That's the definition of insufferable.
Theodore Nott
sips coffee She's not wrong.
Draco Malfoy
muttering I hate you both.
He didn't drink. Just held the cup, letting it warm his hands.
His eyes drifted back to the door.
It stayed shut.