Draco had been beside himself since the moment Harry had turned his back on him. The icy shell of the former Draco Malfoy began to reform around him. There was no going back now. No longer were Draco's thoughts filled with a sense of love and longing for those who meant something to him. As the seconds ticked by, the protective skin thickened. Colour seeped from the objects around him, turning cold and grey. Light slinked back into the furthest corners of the room. Shadows danced before Draco, playing tricks with his mind and leaving no treats behind. Yet, there was no fight to counteract this inevitable isolation. His will to fight had walked away without an attempt at rescuing him. Draco watched every minute of an hour tick by before he decide to peel himself from the chair.
Following the drifts of conversation hanging in the air, he found himself in the kitchen-diner. The two enormous halves of the room were well lit by 4 gas laps placed strategically, one on each wall. Cupboard doors were opening and closing, allowing one or two ingredients to escape at the flick of a wand. The stove was crowded with pots and pans of every shape and size filled with marvelous concoction that awakened the senses. There, in the middle of all of the controlled chaos, stood Vincent Crabbe and Pansy Parkinson... Draco's old school 'partners-in-crime'. A bolt of guilt shot down Draco's spine, causing him to second guess his approach to the scene playing out before him. It was too late to flee the house. Pansy had twilled around to catch a jar of cumin when Draco's glossy blonde hair caught here bird-like eye. "Crabbe darling, we have a visitor." At that Crabbe turned, his face plagued with suspicion. Malfoy stood stock still, as if he were a deer in the headlights. When Vincent's expression began to turn into one of mockery, Draco composed a mask of despise stopping Crabbe in dead his tracks.
"Draco... is everything alright? Can I get you anything?" Pansy asked becoming increasingly concerned about the 'death glares' the two boys were feeding each other. Draco glanced at the younger lady and shook his head with a spitted "No." which only added to the already building tension. They stood staring viciously at each other for what felt like an eternity for Parkinson. Finally, Crabbe broke eye contact and stated "You win as always Malfoy." Draco shook his head and threw himself on to one of the wooden buffets pulled up to the counter. Allowing his mind to wonder, the blonde studied every sound, smell and sight that spiked his attention. There wasn't much to observe. The food bubbling away on the stove was therapeutic at first but annoying after some time. Although they were fascinating, the dancing flame of the gas lamps cause Malfoy's eyes to burn and water. Finally, through the pandemonium of sounds came the strong tick of a Grandfather Clock situated in the far corner of the dining room. Draco's view became glazed and distant as he was dragged under a sea of emotional memories.
~Flashback~
The antique Grandfather clock struck 7pm, startling a dozing Harry. He had fallen asleep, in the lap of his Blonde Slytherin, not long after returning to the 8th year common room. Draco, who had also fallen asleep, resumed stroking Harry's hair in an attempt to sooth his frazzled mind.
"I'm thinking of heading up to bed, anyone coming?" Harry announced, he stood up stretching his sleep induced muscles. Draco followed his lead; he glanced over at Ron and Hermione who were hidden behind mountains of homework.
"You guys go, we won't be far behind you... hopefully." Ron's groan drifted out from the homework. Hermione popped her head round to give a reassuring nod before disappearing to complete her workload. Harry intertwined his finger with Draco's as he lead the way to their shared room.
~End of Flashback~
"Draco...? Draaaacoooo? Is anyone in?" Malfoy's eyes gradually focused on the hand that was being waved in front of his face. Sorrow engulfed Draco's rational judgement and caused him to abandon any attempt at controling his feelings. "Move! I need to used the bathroom." Was the first excuse that struck his mind. Draco shoved Pansy and Crabbe out of his way and stormed off upstairs. This caused the portrait of Sirius's mother to beging screeching at the top of her longs. "There better not be any of those God awful filthy mudbloods in MY house!" Draco slammed his hand onto the wall beside her frame and, giving her his the sternest look he could muster, Draco demanded that "You stop this rediculous chatter now or I'll hex you into a different painting and you can scream at someone else at four in the morning instead! Now shut up and go back to sleep!" Mrs Black inhaled to give a reply before being interrupted, "Don't even think about lecturing me about respecting my elders of you don't have any respect for anyone else! Enough IS enough Black!" For the first time, Mrs Black was silent.
Draco ran into what was once Sirius's bedroom where a painting hung framed and empty. The blonde padded lightly across the room and knelt before it. He leaned closer and whispered "Guys, I need your help, and fast!" Out of nowhere: Dumbledore, Snape, James, Lilly, Sirius, Lupin and Tonks rushed into the centre of the previously empty piece. Draco relayed the events of the past week and told them what he needed them to do. After hearing of the catastrophe that had become of their beloved Harry everyone dispersed to relay their messages.
I hope this will work, Draco contemplated the worst possible outcomes. But would it work?
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