Eleven O'clock at night.
Draco Malfoy felt like the most idiotic human being on the planet. Here he sat on a large tree branch, a pile of pebbles in one hand as the other was being used to balance himself. He felt the sharp bark stab into parts of his legs through the black ripped jeans his wore. It was cold outside, the winter air ran over him and he knew his hair was a mess as he had quite literally fallen out of his desk chair before running over here.
He intently stared at the window he surely hoped was Harry Potters. Luckily for him, there was a wizard throw blanket covering the window in place of a curtain and Draco knew for a fact that Potter had a fixation on Wizards. Draco then threw a rock, hitting the dead center of the window.
Luckily, it didn’t break or crack. He waited a few moments before throwing another one in the same spot. He threw two more before the makeshift curtain was pulled back.
As he thought, there stood Harry Potter, dressed in old rag like clothes with stains covering them. He had cleaning gloves on and his green eyes were had red surrounding them, his nose was tinted pink, same sa that morning in the library. He was still sick. Draco then noticed bruises along his arm. Harry let go of the broom he was holding an shoved the window open.
“Malfoy!” He whisper yelled. “What the bloody hell are you doing here? How did you get here? How do you even know where I live?!” He continued his whisper yelling.
“Took a cab, how else Potter? Try to use that peasized brain of yours. Mudblood was worried about you and she kept texting me,” Draco answered at the same level.
“So you presumed the best idea was to climb my tree at almost eleven o’clock at night so Hermione would stop texting you?!” Harry said, waving his hands in the air as he exclaimed.
Draco nodded, “Yes, actually,” It made perfect sense in his head.
Harry groaned, “You are stupid.”
“I am not! You are stupid for not answering your friends. If you answered them, I wouldn’t even be here right now.”
“Quiet down!” Harry whispered, shushing him. “I’m already in trouble because of you, I don’t need to be getting in anymore.”
Draco glanced down at his arms. Hand-shaped bruises. His brows furrowed.
“Potter, are your parents–”
Before Draco could finish his question, loud footsteps were coming up and stairs and Harry quickly waved him away. Draco hurried, dropping the pebbles and climbing down the branch and onto the grass of their backyard. It didn’t take much effort.
He pressed himself against the wall of their house, making himself as flat as possible. He wasn’t new to the sneaking out business. He periodically snuck out whenever his father was home. He could hear chattering up above, he held his breath as it became louder, holding impossibly still.
“Harry, don’t lie to me, I heard you talking to someone. Now who was it?!” The woman shouted.
“I swear no one is out there,” He heard Harry say, “How would someone even climb that tree? It's ginormous.”
“Don’t have that tone with me. If anyone is out there, the boys will get them,” The footsteps were heard walking away once more.
“The boys?” Draco muttered to himself. Draco glanced up and saw Harry leaning over his railing, looking down. He then noticed Harry’s eyes widen slightly and then he began pointing to Draco’s right. “What?” He questioned under his breath. He turned and saw a dozen bulldogs staring right at him.
Draco didn’t hesitate, quickly running and hoping the Dursley’s fence, leaving the barking dogs to wake the neighborhood.
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Harry Potter: Hermione, can you explain to me why Draco Malfoy was just outside of my window?
Hermione Granger: He left me on seen! How was I supposed to know he was going to your house?
Harry Potter: how does he even know where I live?
Hermione Granger: I am not sure. More importantly, are you okay?
Hermione Granger: You weren’t responding earlier.
Harry Potter: yes, just the usual treatment and punishment from them. Nothing to be worried about.
Hermione Granger: Are you sure?
Harry Potter: yes, I’m sure.
Ron Weasley: I explained to my mum that she can’t be snitching on you
Harry Potter: thanks Ron
Hermione Granger < – > Draco Malfoy
Draco Malfoy: Mudblood we need to talk.
Hermione Granger: You roach!!
Hermione Granger: How did you even know where Harry lives?!
Hermione Granger: Do you even understand how much trouble you have already gotten him in? He wasn't supposed to go anywhere today but because you insisted, he is in trouble.
Hermione Granger: I know you’re a snake but I didn’t think you were this bad.
Draco Malfoy: Will you let me send a single message without insulting me and making assumptions?
Hermione Granger: Take that advice for yourself.
Hermione Granger: I don’t want to hear a single thing you have to say.
Draco Malfoy: Well then it’s fantastic we’re texting and not calling. You don’t even have to use your barely functioning ears.
Hermione Granger: Smart arse.
Draco Malfoy: Something worse is going on in that house than Potter is letting on.
Hermione Granger: What do you mean?
Draco Malfoy: There were bruises on the bloke’s arm.
Hermione Granger: Did he fall?
Draco Malfoy: Hermione, you are smarter than that.
Hermione Granger: Oh.
Hermione Granger: Oh god.
Hermione Granger: Malfoy, we must tell an adult. Someone has to know about this.
Draco Malfoy: I’m not sure that is the best course of action. It may just put him in more trouble.
Draco Malfoy: You need to keep him out of that house.
Hermione Granger: Me? Why don’t you help as well?
Draco Malfoy: He’s not my friend, I don’t care about him. I hate Potter with my entirety but no one deserves that.
Hermione Granger: You clearly cared enough.
Hermione Granger: You showed up to his bloody house.
Draco Malfoy: To stop you from texting me consistently.
Draco Malfoy: You’re quite annoying.
Hermione Granger: Shove it, Malfoy.