Harry didn't quite know when he would leave his dorm, he just wanted to sleep; but sleeping in itself brought back sad memories and soon he would wake up with a jolt...again. He scrubbed a hand over his face and collapsed on the bed again. He felt vaguely sick but it was probably from the lack of two meals, still he couldn't bring himself to show his face just yet. He quickly checked the time then cursed, he was already late for breakfast and would be late for potions soon if he wasn't careful, and Harry didn't know how much more golden boy talk he could handle, much less having class with.... Draco.

But after struggling to sit up, with his head pounding and heart hammering in his throat, he decided he was going to be "sick". Take that potions. Every thing seemed to be too overwhelming right now, first all these near death incidents and then Draco breaking up with him. He knew he should get up and go to class anyway. But there was so much homework to be done that was sitting abandoned at the foot of the bed, there was too much going on, it was almost too much to cope. And Harry just wanted to disappear from it all, go on a six month holiday without a stupid Voldy chasing him around.

Although, Harry thought, even if it hadn't been that Voldemort was going to kill him, he would probably be that crazy uncle who turns up and glares at him all the time. Not that Voldemort is my uncle Harrys mind went on. Now THAT would be weird. Harry sobered up from his strain of thought and sighed deeply.

Why is it all so messed up. I honestly didn't think Draco was unhappy...maybe I just didn't know him properly? I don't know what to do. And Pansy's flirting like all hell with me but that's gross.
Harry's face grimaced thinking about what dating Pansy would be like, he could imagine endless talks about holographic lip stick and what not. Ugh no thank you. Not to mention she was a girl.

"Harry?" Blaise asked from the doorway.

Harry stayed silent in the hopes of Blaise discarding the idea he was even here.

"Come out Harry, you can't hide forever, you know that right" Blaise said softly, but Harry heard as clear as day.

"That sounds like a challenge" Harry replied weakly.

Blaise laughed at that and then Harry could hear him walk closer. "Can I open these curtains or are you naked or something?"

Harry hid his face under the covers and muttered "If I say I am will you go away?"

"Honey you can't get rid of me if you tried" and with that Blaise opened the curtains and sat down lightly at the edge of Harry's messy bed. Peeking out from the scrunched up duvet Harry made out a blurry image of Blaise.

"Now I want to know everything, and I mean everything" Blaise stated.

~

"Where's Harry I haven't seen him recently" Hermione asked during breakfast. Ron grunted in reply at that but continued to eat.

She looked around the hall and only saw Pansy sitting at the Slytherin table, then the entrance door opened and Draco stormed in. Hermione took a double take at this, Draco looked exhausted and positively angry. Her brow furrowed as she watched Draco march up to Pansy and drag her up off her seat by her collar, with great force, and he seemed to be hissing at her through clenched teeth. Pansy at this point was trying to scramble free but had an equally sour face beginning to show, then she slapped Draco across the cheek. Hard. The noise rang across the hall and instantly developed the room into pure silence.

Draco shoved her backwards in retaliation and Pansy fell back, hitting the table with some dishes spilling and a plate breaking into pieces. Both of their voices were getting increasingly​ louder and on edge. Now McGonagall was standing over them both with the look of death set firm on her face. They broke apart glaring daggers at each other and Draco all but fled the hall.

Hermione at this point was extremely confused and worried, and where on earth was Harry? What just happened? Did this have to do with the recent attacks?

~

By the time Harry had a heart to heart with Blaise it was just after lunch, and Harry didn't know if he felt any better. Now he was more confused than ever as Blaise told him that Draco wasn't the type of person to do this. But Harry wasn't quite sure how to feel about it. He felt like his heart was put into a blender and was seriously struggling to beat, and every time it did, the blood that poured out felt like acid - burning the place he had once held Draco. Still, Harry couldn't complain, turns out Blaise gave very nice hugs. And very good advice, and well somehow he ended up walking to class. It had taken a lot of pushing but fueled with some truffles and pumpkin juice Blaise had force-fed him he was feeling at least a little bit better at least Physically. 'You're going to need to face the music eventually, go on Harry'.

He passed an alcove when he found himself being dragged in, to which Harry pulled out his wand and pressed it into the neck of the assailant. When Harry focused and found himself starting at Draco his grip slackened and be felt his heart start to rise to his throat. He was conflicted now, his Draco would never have acted that way towards him but it was so bloody convincing.

"Listen I know you hate me and I have no idea why, so please listen to me for three seconds." Harry looked at him and felt tears pooling but nodded almost numbly. It was Draco's soft and desperate voice that he didn't run off there and then.

"Pansy is up to something, she obliviated Theo who got told by her she's going to kill us... I don't know what I did but I don't think it was me Harry" By now Draco's voice was barely a whisper.

"That's the most farfetched idea I've heard, why would she want to kill us" Harry asked skeptically. Well apart form her being a flirt he really doubted the harm she could do.

Draco looked around panicky, then continued "She's working for you know who, if she doesn't do this then her family dies."

"Well then she can kill me I don't give a damn" Harry said before walking off.

"Harry!" Draco called and followed, he grabbed Harry's wrist and pulled him back.

Harry shook his off and stepped back, desperately needing space. "Let go of me Malfoy I don't want to talk to you"

"What did Pansy do? What happened? Why are you so angry at me?" Draco asked, pleadingly.

"Really? Yeah sure just blame this on Pansy, wasn't your fault you came up and told me all you wanted me for was the fame. It totally wasn't your fault you fucking broke up with me" Harry spat.

"Wait... what" Draco managed weakly. "I...I didn't do that, I swear on my life Harry I never said that"

Harry looked at Draco and wanted so much to believe him.

"Please Harry you have to believe me, it was Pansy, and we're both in danger" He wanted to but was conflicted. Of course he cared about him and didn't want him to be in danger. Clearly the threat of danger was enough to scare even Draco away. He shook his head for lack of a better response.

Then Harry noticed something moving in the corridor, but thought little of it as he walked off tears blurring his vision, his mind spinning. He needed some fresh air and some time to process this. He didn't look back and didn't see when Draco was suddenly grabbed by two men with death eater masks on.

Ohhhh the suspense