Intertwined with your words

“Mother? Father? I’m home.” Draco came to the Manor after he finished his second year in Hogwarts.
But the Manor seemed empty, the only sound he could hear was the wind. Odd, he thought.

Maybe his parents had something to do that day and they left. Whatever. He went to his room to take a bath, he was really tired, and a bath seemed like a perfect idea. He took off his clothes and he added his favorite coconut and vanilla soap to the water. The bathtub was ready, hot water with a lot of bubbles, when he got into the bathtub he closed his eyes and he stayed like that for almost 30 minutos, just resting after a long year, it was very relaxing. Finally, he got out of the bathtub, he placed a white towel around his hips and grabbed his favorite silk pijamas. He combed his wet hair and then he went downstairs to grab something to eat.

“Oh, hello mother, father.” He nodded.

“Hello Draco.” Narcissa hugged him and kissed his forehead. “I will cook dinner, I guess you might be hungry. Do you want your favorite pasta?” She smiled, but Draco could notice something was wrong, she looked worried.

“Umm, sure mother. Thank you.” He looked at his father, who was just staring at them. “Mother?”

“Yes, darling?”

“How is it that you’re cooking? What happened with Dobby? I haven’t seen him since I got here.”

His mother opened her mouth, but she closed it again when she heard Lucius talking.

“He is not working for us anymore, Draco.”

Draco frowned.
“But, why? He was fine here.”

Lucius stepped closer to him.
“That is none of your business.”

“But father—”

Before he could finished his sentence, he felt a strong hand on his cheek, it hurt like hell. His father slapped him, it was the first time he had punished Draco with something else than his words, Draco wasn’t expecting that. He quickly placed his hand on the right side of his face, it was red, definitely going to leave a bruise.

Narcissa just watched how Lucius slapped her son, she felt her body filling with anger, but her eyes watered.

Draco looked at her, pure shock on his face. As soon as he saw tears going through his mother’s cheeks his own eyes started to fill with tears too, but no. Malfoy’s don’t cry, he was not allowed to, at least not with other people watching. His father couldn’t notice he wanted to cry, because then he would earn another slap. So he just ran out of there, as fast as he could.

“Draco wait!” Narcissa followed him, but then she felt a hand on her wrist. Lucius hand.

“What do you think you are doing? Leave him alone, he deserved that.”

“He is just a child, Lucius. You’re being to harsh.” More tears fell from her eyes.

“I am not. He needs to be punished when he does something wrong, and that’s enough for today. Go to the kitchen.” Lucius walked to his room. Leaving Narcissa alone.

Draco was sitting in the bathroom floor, his head buried in his knees. The slap hurt a lot, but the physical pain wasn’t what hurt him the most, it was the fact that his own father caused him that pain. He had never acted in such way before.

Draco doesn’t understand why his father dis that. What did he do to deserve that? It was so unfair.

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He was scared during the whole summer. He thought that if he did something wrong this time it’ll be more than a slap, so he did everything that his father told him. He was his puppet, waiting for a new order from his father. His mother noticed that he was scared, but every time she tried to talk to him Draco pushed her away. He didn’t want help, he just wanted to be alone and leave everything behind.

Finally, the summer was almost over, there was one week left until September 1st.

“Draco, come here right now.” Lucius was furious.

“Yes, father?”

“Care to elaborate?” Lucius showed him a picture of Potter. Shit. He forgot that was in his room.

“Umm—Where did you find that?”

“That is none of your business. But, can you explain why you have a picture of Harry Potter?”

“How d-do you know it is mi-mine?” Draco was trembling.

“Do you think I’m stupid Draco?” Lucius glared at him.

“I- father— no, absolutely no.”

“Well, then explain this to me. It’s not mine and I’m very sure it isn’t your mother’s. And if you haven’t noticed we are the only ones living here besides you.”

That stupid picture. When Draco was eleven he was so excited to meet Harry Potter. And, I mean, every child in the magic world was his fan, there was no exception for Draco. Since they were both going to Hogwarts he thought Harry could sign that picture (He was wrong, obviously). He forgot the existence of that picture, and now his father found it.

“I- I’m sorry father.” He just looked at his feet. Terrified to make eye contact with his father.

“I’m very disappointed Draco. I don’t want you to be near that Potter at Hogwarts. Do you understand?”

“Yes, father.” Still looking at his feet.

“Look at me when I talk to you.”

He forced himself to look up. When his eyes met his father’s he couldn’t hold it anymore. A tear fell form his left eye.

“Are you crying Draco?” He looked at him with disgust.

“I—”

He slapped him again.

“Malfoy’s don’t cry. I knew you were weak, but I never thought you were that weak. You can’t even control your emotions. How disappointing. It’s a shame to have you as my son.” He turned away and left the room.

Draco just stayed there. Frozen. He was too tired and sad to move, so he just cried there. He cried until he couldn’t breathe, and as loud as he wanted. He didn’t care if someone could hear him, he just didn’t care anymore.

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September 1st, 1993.

Draco heard Harry talking with McGonagall. He didn’t want to share a room with Harry, but at least he wasn’t complaining about it. Harry was saying awful things about him. Was it really that bad to share a room with him? He thought. In the end they could always just stay in their common room during the day and come back to the room when it was time to sleep. They didn’t have to see each other that much.

But it seems it wasn’t that simple to Harry.

Draco was lost in his own thoughts, when suddenly he realized that Harry saw him listening to his conversation with McGonagall. Shit. Now it was definitely time to run.

He ran as fast as he could to their room. He hoped that Harry would’ve thought he was just passing by. But truly, Harry wasn’t that stupid. It was obvious that Draco was listening.

When he finally got into their room, he admired it for a bit. It had two beds that were separated with a nightstand. The one on the right had red sheets, for Harry, he thought. And the one to the left had green sheets, definitely for him. The room was simple and small, but it looked cozy. It also had a big window, the view was beautiful because since they were in a tower of the castle they could see the Quidditch area, the forest, a part of the lake and almost all the castle. Draco could stare at that view for hours.
The room also had a desk, a little bookcase and two carpets bellow each bed, one red and one green.
They also had a little bathroom with a bathtub and some drawers to put their stuff there. It was small, not the most beautiful bathroom, but it had everything they needed and it had enough space for both of them.

Harry went running after Malfoy. He didn’t want to apologize, after all, he was just telling the truth, Malfoy was an idiot. But since they were roommates he thought at least he should try to. For the sake of both of them.

Malfoy heard the door crack and he knew it was Harry. However, he didn’t turn to look at him, he just stared at his luggage, hoping Harry wouldn’t say anything.

“Malfoy?” Harry said.

“Yes?”

Harry placed his hand behind his neck.
“Umm, a-are you alright?”

Malfoy frowned. Harry asking if he was alright? What did they do to Harry and where was he?

“Err, sure.” Malfoy said, a bit unsure of his answer.

“Umm, okay then.” Stupid Harry, is that all you have to say?

“Look, Malfoy. I’m sorry for what I said before. It’s just— I didn’t mean it. I was just surprised, you know.”

Harry apologizing? Okay, that is weird.

“Oh” Seriously? That’s your answer? ‘Oh’? Come on Draco, you can do better than that. He thought.

“I mean, it’s fine. It— it doesn’t matter.”

“You sure? You won’t try to make my life ten times worse?” Harry smiled a bit.

“Very funny, Potter.” Before Potter could answer he locked himself in the bathroom. Merlin, that was for sure the most awkward and weird conversation that he ever had.

Harry stared at the door, then he heard the sound of the water. Well, that was odd. He expected insults, instead he felt a bit ignored. Anyway, he should be happy, right? Malfoy handled it better than he thought.

Whatever. Harry is too tired to wait until Malfoy finishes in the bathroom. So he just changed to his pijamas without taking a bath. And without thinking it twice he jumped into his bed, tucked himself with the blanket and in less than five minutes he was asleep. It had been a very long day.

When Malfoy got out of the bathroom he found a sleeping Potter.
How ridiculous. Potter looked better sleeping, he seemed more calmed and peaceful.

What are you doing Draco? Don’t stare when people sleep. It’s creepy!

So he tucked himself with the green blanket and in less than five minutes he was sleeping too.

How funny, isn’t? How you can end up together with the most unexpected person. I mean, if someone would’ve told Draco that in a few years he would’ve ended up sleeping next to Potter he would’ve laughed in their face. But, here he is.

The world changes a lot.