Chapter 1
Harry's POV
Harry had just finished the boggart, shame running through his body. Did Professor Lupin think that he couldn’t withstand a stupid vapor or whatever a boggart even was. Harry thought it must be a vapor; what else could turn into a bunch of different shapes with that much ease? Ugh, it was that prat, Malfoy’s turn now
“Disgusting little piece of shit that must never have felt his mother’s love,” Harry muttered so only Ron could hear.
“That’s a bit specific, but alright,” he responded.
“It’s probably true though.”
“Whatever you say I guess.”
Draco’s POV
He stepped up, insanely nervous, not knowing what the boggart would pop out as, he internally decided, whatever it was, he would stand tall and not let it affect him, just say the word and go back into the line, his impenetrable face still intact. To himself, he muttered,
“You can do this Dragon,” using the name his mother called him when he was young, before she escaped Lucius’s wrath.
Professor Lupin counted down from five, which Draco thought was not nearly enough time for his worst fear to stand in front of him and expect him to fight it but here we are.
“-2…1!” Lupin shouted as he opened the cabinet with, oh shit-
Harry’s POV
When Professor Lupin opened the cabinet Malfoy’s dad swaggered out!
“This has to be a joke,” Harry whispered to Ron. “Malfoy loves his father, he’s literally with him every day he’s not in school.”
“Doesn’t seem like it,” Ron responded, frowning.
“YOU, THE PROUD MALFOY HEIR LOVE A MAN, AND NOT JUST ANY MAN BUT THE HALFBLOOD HARRY FUCKING POTTER,” the boggart, playing Lucius Malfoy, screamed.
“The fu-” Ron muttered next to Harry. He wasn’t the only one to have this reaction; throughout the room, people were murmuring about Malfoy’s boggart. Some even looked scared, but no one looked as scared as Malfoy did.
He was on the hard, stone floor sobbing his eyes out, wailing?
“He’s a really good actor,” Harry said staring at the sobbing blonde
“You dumbass, Potter,” Parknson said as she appeared by his side.
“What?”
“I won’t tell you if you don’t know,” she said as she walked off.
“Why’d you say anything then?” Harry called after her
No response
Professor Lupin was now comforting the boy and had vanished the boggart.
Malfoy had been sent off to his dormitory to cool off until the next period and people had started talking about the experience, Harry knew it would travel around the school soon enough. People had started saying things like “I wish I had an abusive dad so I get out of class early” and “You saw him right? Just sobbing on the floor?”. But Harry didn’t believe any of it, Malfoy obviously just wanted attention. Talk of how the boggart had mentioned Harry was also flying around the classroom. This, Harry couldn’t figure out. Why had Malfoy made it seem like he was desperately in love with Harry?
He ran it over with Ron in whispers in the middle of class.
“He probably just thought it would be a laugh with the other Slytherins,” Ron said
“Maybe,” Harry said, unconvinced.
“Yeah, yeah that’s it. Just a laugh,” Ron said, seeming reassured. But Harry wasn’t confident.
Draco’s POV
He was sprinting down the hall, tears streaming down his face, blade in hand. The bathroom wasn’t far now, soon he would be covered in his crimson blood. Draco didn’t like to think about that though.
When he arrived in the gleaming bathroom, he almost wished someone would come in and stop him.
The blade was on his pale skin when he was about to swipe when the bathroom door burst open. It was Longbottom.
Draco didn’t exactly have anything against the boy, he just wasn’t fond of him. So naturally he yelled at him to get out, then called when he left,
“Potter, get me Harry Potter.”
The boy looked like he was on the brink of tears but ran down the hall to what Draco assumed was Potter’s current class.
When Longbottom was officially gone, Draco realized what he had just done. Potter was coming to this room, probably this very second, while he looked like this! Fuck.
He needed a plan because the love of his life was walking down the hall at this second to see a sweaty, crying Draco. What was a close place Potter wouldn't find him? Everything on the 7th floor was an active classroom. Damnit. He had no idea where to go so he just ran. He ran as fast as physically possible until he found a door. A door he’d never seen before he opened it, hoping, praying that there would be something in there to save him. His mouth fell open. Behind that door was a full room with EVERYTHING he needed, and the door just disappeared behind him.
He took a seat on a green loveseat near a crackling fire. Though he sat there with a calm face, his mind was running. How had he never seen this room before? What was it even for? Did anyone else know about it? What was Potter thinking? How do spells work? What’s Wifi? I’d really like a calming potion.
Like magic, well it was, a calming potion appeared in his hand. He swallowed it. His eyes drifted shut and soon he was in a steady dose.