Therapy
Hurried steps rang across the halls of the castle, approaching a big classroom near the astronomy tower, where the first therapy session was taking place. Draco was late.
Not wanting to draw to much attention to himself, Draco opened the door very slowly and with enough care to stop it from creaking. He stole a quick glance to what was happening inside, and saw that everyone was sitting in a round table, writing furiously into a piece of parchment.
As he turned around to close the door, his eyes locked momentarily with some hazel colored ones, which followed him until he had taken his place in the empty chair between Blaise and Pansy. Hermione wondered what had made Draco turn up late, but the dark bags under his eyes and his scruffy hair have her some ideas, however, she wanted to wait to have a closer relationship with him and more information before asking him anything that could seem even a little personal.
Silence ruled the small classroom, only the scratches of quill against parchment were audible and there was a slight tension palpable in the air. After a careful observation, Malfoy realized they were alone; only students inside the chambers. Where were all the teachers?
-Hey Pansy- Whispered Draco -Where's the teacher in charge?-
-There isn't one, there are some instructions on top of your parchment-
Draco looked around before grabbing his parchment, which told him to pour his feelings into it, every thought he had over the events that had taken place earlier that year. The ink was for his eyes only; a way for everyone to express themselves without the worrying of getting in trouble. And so Draco started writing.
He wasn't so sure about it at first, and wrote simple sentences that didn't express his feelings but rather some obvious facts. But as those facts started becoming more secret, his real feelings started falling on the paper.
He was writing frenetically now and nothing could stop him; he didn't even notice that everyone was leaving now for breakfast or when Pansy and Blaise had a small discussion as if they should or not alert him of that fact, but Blaise had won and the youngest Malfoy was now the only one in the room. Or so he thought.
-Hey- Said Harry, causing Draco to lift his head from the parchment and realize that there was no one else there but the two of them.
-Where did everyone go?- Asked Malfoy
-They went to have breakfast; listen, I wanted to properly accept your apology and offer one myself. You weren't the only one with questionable behavior and I... I think it would be a good idea if we could become friends?- Harry half asked as he watched Draco uncertainly.
-Oh, right, thanks Potter. Umm, I also believe it would be a good idea, yeah- Replied the blond boy with perplexed eyes but a soft smile on his lips.
Neither of them was certain of what to do now, so Harry waved a small goodbye and went to find his friends, leaving Draco by himself.
After collecting his stuff, he decided that he was going to return to the Slytherin common room and maybe take a small nap before his next lesson, he wasn't very hungry after all and had some thinking to do, as he wasn't sure how a friendship with two thirds of the golden trio would play out, specially since he wasn't certain that his friends would be fine with the idea and Ron was still being a git, but those were things he could figure out after he woke up.
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Up in the Great Hall, not everyone's mood was much better. Many of the oldest students had gloomy expressions because of the memories unburied in therapy, while the others could just feel it in the air. Harry took everyone's distraction to go unseen to the Gryffindor table, where his friends were already eating.
-Hey mate, where were you?- Asked Ron
-Sorry, I had left my quill in the classroom- Replied Harry to Ron before turning to Ginny.
-Have you seen Hermione?-
-She's sitting over there with Seamus and Dean- Replied Ginny after giving him a small hug; they had broken up, but since they had agreed on a friendship, things weren't too awkward.
Harry, smiled at her and sat down, Hermione could take care of herself and she seemed to be slightly happier than before, giggling and talking with the two boys, that were curiously sitting together closer than ever.