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Shattered	By : TransientTemptation Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 14159 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Draco swallowed his nerves as he made certain that his clothes were perfectly in place. It was his usual delaying tactic when he was about to do something that he was somewhat unsure about. It was going to be difficult, to say the least, to walk into the main hall to rejoin his school for the first time after being gone for three months. But he was determined to do so. He’d all but begged and pleaded his father to be allowed to return. It had taken every shred of Gryffindor-esque bravery to even fathom it but combined with his Slytherin pride he knew he had to. He wasn’t going to be the boy who snuck off to never return. He was a Malfoy and Malfoy’s didn’t cower or hide. He would face his classmates as if nothing happened. Because as far as he was concerned nothing did. Nothing that deserved mentioning anyway.

Draco fixed his robes for the tenth time before finally forcing himself to step away from the mirror. He turned on his heel and made his way through the familiar corridors towards where everyone was gathered for breakfast. He paused in front of the closed double doors and took one last deep breath. Then he hid everything behind a mask and pushed open the door. The moment he stepped into the hall everything went silent.

The Malfoy Heir ignored it and the stares he was getting as best he could as he made his way to the Slytherin table. Crabbe and Goyle instantly pushed others to the side to make a seat for him and that more than anything brought a bit of a smirk back to his face. His friends might be lacking in the brain department but they were incredibly loyal. Almost Gryffin-dumb like. Draco took his seat between Crabbe and Goyle and continued to pretend as if the silence and stares weren’t there. He didn’t even look up as he began to put things on his plate as if it were any other day. It took a few more moments but then Dumbledore cleared his throat loudly and managed to get the conversations started again, albeit slowly and somewhat awkwardly. Draco didn’t doubt several conversations had switched to him as a main subject but did his best not to think about it.

Breakfast passed by without too much incident and Draco was determined to hold his head high as he left to go to his first class. There were whispers, of course, everyone knew what had happened, but he did his best to not hear them. Thankfully Crabbe and Goyle’s antics kept him preoccupied. It was always difficult to keep them from causing some spectacular catastrophe but he was glad for the job at the moment.

It didn’t take Draco long to notice the pitying looks though. And that pissed him off. He didn’t want pity. He didn’t want anything from any of them. So, he resorted to his usual method of getting rid of things he didn’t like. He became his usual nasty git self. He sent Crabbe and Goyle after anyone who got on his bad side and cursed Longbottom (because he was an easy target) and several others multiple times just in the first day. All in all, by the time dinner rolled around nobody dared even look at him again for fear of a curse. Unfortunately, his methods didn’t go as unnoticed as he wanted them to.

“Draco,” a familiar smooth voice said before he reached the Great Hall.

“Professor,” Draco greeted before waving for Crabbe and Goyle to continue without him. Snape wouldn’t have called out to him if he didn’t want to say something. And Draco had a great respect for the man so he’d listen. His two friends hesitated and exchanged uneasy glances before reluctantly moving away. “Can I do something for you? I was about to go to dinner.”

Snape gestured to a side door, which functioned as a storeroom most times though it was actually a classroom. Draco sighed but followed him into the room. “I’ve been approached by all the other Head of Houses and the Headmaster. Apparently, you’re in a bad mood,” he said as Draco wandered over to the window. Draco scoffed some at the supreme understatement. “Cursing everything that moves is hardly going to help matters, Draco.”

“It makes me feel better,” Draco replied snarkily.

“Be that as it may, I’m getting tired of hearing complaints about it,” Snape replied, entirely unperturbed by Draco’s smart mouth. “Perhaps you shouldn’t have returned to school after all. I know your parents were very much against it.”

Draco glare at the night sky. “I want to be here.”

“You have an odd way of showing it. You’ll be expelled if the cursing continues. There is only so much leeway the Headmaster is willing to give you considering circumstances,” Snape said. “We’ve already gotten complaints from parents and the day isn’t even over yet.” Draco stayed silent and continued to glare out of the window. Snape sighed a bit and went over to his favorite student to put a gentle hand on his shoulder. Draco jumped but both pretended it didn’t happen. “Are you sure you want to stay here?”

Draco felt himself tremble some but nodded. “I have to stay,” he said softly. “I’m not going to run away…”

There were several minutes of silence. “Is what Lucius told me about true?” Snape asked in a near whisper. Draco flinched at the question before nodding. He didn’t have to pretend to not know what Snape was talking about. It had been a never-ending debate back home. “It will cause even more whispers you can’t curse them for it.”

“I won’t,” Draco replied softly. “But I can only take so much… I don’t want their pathetic pity. I don’t need it,” he added harshly. “I’m a Malfoy! I don’t need help!”

Snape sighed again. “You can’t take my class anymore,” he said. Draco instantly whipped around and began to protest but Snape’s hand in front of his face made him stop. “It’s too dangerous with so many dunderheads blowing up cauldrons. You’ll attend the lectures but not the practicals. We’ll work something out for that. I’ll not be the cause of bringing more harm to you, Draco. And that’s final.”

Draco huffed but nodded. He knew Snape well enough to know when he wasn’t going to worm his way around something. And Snape was very much at that point right now. “Can I go to dinner now? I’m hungry,” Draco asked, folding his arms over his chest in annoyance.

Snape nodded and Draco instantly fled. The discussion had wandered too close to topics he didn’t want to discuss. He’d spent the first two weeks after the attack in his bed alternating between shock and grief but he’d finally managed to pull himself together and he was going to move forward. He was determined to do so and nothing anybody could say would change his mind. Not his father, not his mother, not even Snape.

Draco was rather pleased with himself when he walked into the Great Hall and people looked the other way in fright. He much preferred that to the pity he saw before. He made his way to the Slytherin table and sat down between his two friends and occasional bodyguards. They’d been acting even more like bodyguards today though. Not even letting him go into the bathroom by himself. The only time they’d left his side was when he’d gone to talk to Snape and even then they clearly hadn’t wanted to do it.

Dinner passed by even more flawlessly than breakfast. He’d even gotten into a wonderful debate with Pansy over which of the curses he’d used that day was the most embarrassing for his victim. It made him feel better. Like nothing had changed at all. So, he was in a rather good mood when he got up to go back to his dorm. That all changed rather quickly when he got out into the hall and spotted Potter standing nearby. Draco attempted to ignore the Golden Boy, simply because he could guess what Goody-Two-Shoes Potter wanted, but Potter managed to get in between him and the door to the dungeon. “Lost Potter?” Draco asked sarcastically. “Gryffindor idiots go upstairs… not down,” he added in a nasty tone of voice.

For once, Potter didn’t seem in the least phased by the insult. “I want to talk to you. Without them hanging around,” Potter said gesturing to Crabbe and Goyle.

“Well, too bad. I don’t cater to you, Potter. Now get out of the way before Crabbe and Goyle make you,” Draco said. He wasn’t in the mood for Potter and his oh-so-predictable desire to ‘help’. The ‘hero’ couldn’t leave well enough alone after all.

“I need to talk to you,” Harry insisted.

Draco sighed in annoyance. “Let me speed this up,” he said. “You’re here to offer me ‘help’ and ‘support’ and all that nonsense, yes? Of course you are, well I don’t need it and even if I did I wouldn’t go to you for it. The most help you can be for me is to walk three steps to your left and out of my way. I’m tired and I want to go to bed. Sorry to break it to you, Potter, but not everyone in the world needs a hero to rush in and save the day after every little thing. Get lost,” Draco commanded. He’d almost flinched when he called what happened a ‘little thing’ but he managed to stop himself. He didn’t want to give Potter a reason to try and ‘help’ despite what he’d just been told. Harry studied him for a long moment before silently stepping off to the side exactly three steps.

Draco nodded and walked past to open the door to the dungeon. “You know where to find me, Draco,” Harry said. Draco whipped around to shout at him but Potter was already heading up the stairs.

“Merlin, I hate that boy,” Draco hissed in annoyance as he continued downstairs.
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