Calvin's Comparison
Draco had waved to every student as they filed into class.
Calvin Jones, however, pulled Draco outside the class while everybody got ready.
"What do you need, Mr.Jones?" Draco's brow was raised.
"I… you- you went to school with Professor Potter right?"
"I did,"
"Well, do you know why he's acting weird?"
"Potter always acts weird." Draco's lips turned to a smile.
"No, I mean," Calvin looked around for people in the area, and decided it was clear enough, "He's acting really weird. Usually he's moody, and all that. I stayed after class to check up on him and he was really nice."
"Well then… perhaps he's fond of you."
"Would you talk to him? He doesn't seem all that well." Calvin sighed.
Draco saw so much of Harry in the small boy. All those emotions, built up inside one little package. Yet he was still worried about everyone else.
"I'll try."
"Thank you Da-"
Calvin cut himself off.
"Thank you, Professor." He said in an undertone.
"You're welcome, Calvin."
Draco ruffled his hair before going into the classroom with him.
-
"Even your students are getting concerned, Potter!" Draco yelled.
Harry was slamming his fist against the coffee table with every word he said, for exaggeration.
"They should get their underage noses out of it then!" Harry yelled back.
"What are you so afraid of?"
--"I'm sorry, Harry."
"Please, we can work this out. You know, I love you." Harry had placed a hand on Jacob's chest, "We can figure this out."
"But I don't want you." --
"I'm not afraid of anything!" Harry growled, "What's my business is my business-"
Harry's arguing was cut off by a curdling scream that pierced the silence Draco had left between them.
His hands moved to his back, pressing against the strong muscle that felt like a burning knife pierced.
"Harry- are you okay?" Draco had rushed to his side and put a hand on his shoulder.
"Get away from me!" Harry screamed.
He stood and rushed to his room.
Draco caught the slightest sight of tears falling from Harry's eyes.
-
About a week had passed without a word from Harry.
Draco had heard the pill bottle again after Harry's scream and dramatic exit.
He left a letter on Harry's bedroom door before going to bed.
Potter, I don't know what you're going through, and I probably never will. Just know that I'm not your enemy. Not anymore. And maybe if you wanted, we could be friends.
I know you won't come to me, but I am here for you.
-D.M.
Harry had knocked on his bedroom door the morning after he left the note.
"Potter? Do you need something?" Draco asked groggily, tying his robe together.
"Would you like to talk over some tea?" Harry asked, so softly as if he was afraid that one wrong word would make them fall to pieces.
Draco smiled. He shut the door, and it was back open in 30 seconds.
They went to hogsmeade for the day, lucky it was Sunday.
They talked for quite a while, actually. So many topics of so many different subjects.
Turns out that Harry' favorite color isn't red, but instead, light pink. And his favorite singer is Frank Sinatra, and a band called Queen. Harry doesn't enjoy sunsets, instead he prefers sunrises. He also has to have hour-long showers or no showers at all. And one thing they agreed on the most was that lunch was the best meal of the day.
There was so much more to Harry Potter than he had ever thought.
"Speaking of brooms- remember that time I saved you?" Harry smiled.
"I do, actually." Draco grinned.
"You never talked about it again." Harry noted under his breath.
"What was I supposed to say? Thank you for saving me oh mighty lord, allow me to blow you in appreciation!" Draco rolled his eyes and laughed, before realizing what he said and turning redder than Ron's hair.
"Excuse me?"
"It was sarcasm-"
"You were never going to offer me a blowjob in exchange for your life? How dare you, peasant!" Harry laughed, faking looking taken aback.
Draco's embarrassed face split back into a playful smile.
"Potter,," Draco started, looking down to the teacup in his hands, "How come you're always so mean to me?"
Harry went quiet.
"I don't understand. I know I did some messed up stuff- but I was little. I didn't know. When I tell you I never meant for any of it to happen-"
"I know you didn't mean for it to happen, Malfoy." Harry took a deep breath, "I guess I'm just still angry. Not even at you. At myself, really. But it seems easier to blame it on other people. It's a horrible thing. I know. The past 5 years have been harder than the war for me."
"Could we talk about it?" Draco asked.
"Just because we're talking doesn't mean we're friends, Malfoy." Harry hissed, venom drenching his voice.
Draco looked up for a moment before being met with dull eyes.
He looked back down.
Harry made a whimpering noise and shifted in his seat.
He didn't bother to leave the table.
Draco kept his eyes locked with Harry's.
"Dra-"
Harry slugged forward, his eyes falling shut and his body slant.
Draco panicked. He tried to wake him up but when that didn't work he scooped him out of his chair, and apparated them back to their living space.
He shrunk Harry's bed and moved it into his own room, resizing it once he placed it across from his.
He was going to get to the bottom of this, even if it took him the rest of his life.
Draco took Harry's robes and shoes off, hearing something shaking in his robe pocket. Draco couldn't hold back his curiosity and pulled out a half empty pill bottle.
Potter, Harry J.
30 pills
Take by mouth once daily.
Prescribed: October 12
It was October 15th. Half the bottle was gone.
"What the hell am I supposed to do with you?" Draco muttered under his breath.