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Chapter 9: You’ve Ruined My Lfe

“Potter! Potter!!”

Draco knew he was too frantic as he crossed Potter’s living room, but he couldn’t help it. He didn’t want another minute to go by with Potter being self-destructive.

“Potter!”

Where the bloody hell was he? Was he not at home? Draco barged into the kitchen, only to find it empty. He stomped back into the hallway, frowning at the bathroom door. It was ajar, but the room was dark. That only left…his bedroom.

Without hesitation, Draco began banging against the door.

“Potter!”

Letting his impatience get the better of him, he threw it open and marched inside.

“What—What—Draco?”

“Potter.” Draco gave his disheveled hair and droopy eyes a disapproving look. “What are you doing in bed? It’s the middle of the day.”

Potter seemed doubtful if he was really awake. He shook his head several times, until he seemed convinced Draco was really standing in his bedroom. “Mind your own business,” he said, defensively. “What the hell are you even doing here?”

“If you didn’t want me here, you would have put the wards back up.”

“You made it pretty clear—Ugh, you know what, no.” Draco’s heart sank at the tortured expression on his face. “If you came here for another fight, so you can accuse me—”

“I’m sorry,” Draco blurted. Even though he had used those two words more in the last four years than ever before in his life, they still felt foreign on his tongue. He watched carefully as Potter’s face went blank.

“You—What?” He straightened himself, one hand slowly closing into a fist on the duvet. “What exactly are you sorry for?”

“I—” Draco had no idea where to begin. It was more than obvious Potter had trouble talking about it. He had told Draco so much about himself, about his thoughts and fears, but he had never mentioned what Luna had told him. “I had no idea what you were going through,” he said quietly.

The effect these words had on Potter was instantaneous. Apprehension clouded his features as his muscles visibly clenched. “What are you talking about?” he asked, his tone wary.

“Don’t get mad,” Draco said, raising his hands. “She didn’t want to tell me at first. She said you’re the one I should be talking—”

“She, who?”