Draco POV:
Nobody has really figured out how to talk to me. In the beginning, I just wanted to be alone, away from the world, and just think. Many people tried to comfort me as well. I just wish they would treat me normally.
Now I avoid going downstairs for other reasons than wanting to be alone. People treat me as if I had been cursed by some spell and lost my sanity. They give pity glances when they think I'm not looking.
I sigh and train my gaze back to the landscape outside my window. My mind had gone completely foggy, and I remembered when I had been mad-so mad, at feeling this way. It seemed illogical and entirely irrational but I just couldn't stop feeling, no matter how hard I tried.
There was a gentle knock at the door and I heard the hinges squeak as the door opened. "Whoever you are please go away. I just want to be alone." I hated how my voice broke at the end of my sentence. The crack in the facade was apparent and now whoever was here saw that too.
"Sirius told me you have been in here ever since I left to go back to Hogwarts. It's been over two weeks." The voice was calming and full of understanding.
"Harry..." My defenses had fallen and my voice became almost a whisper. I turned to face the figure at the door to see a disheveled Harry. "What are you doing back? You left over a week ago..."
Harry came towards me and wrapped his arms around my tired body. His arms felt warm around me, the safety I found in his grasp made the tears start to form in my eyes. "I came back to see you. I know it's been hard since your father... passed."
After Luna confronted my father Sirius rushed to duel him. A blast from one of his spells sent my father into the back into the veil. Gracefully he floated backward and disappeared. I knew what it meant the moment I saw it. The veil was widely known in the pureblood community but it took some explaining to the others what exactly had happened.
The tears started to free flow. In between tears, I said "I don't know why it hurts so much. My father has been shit to me and my mother all my life. Why do I feel this way."
Harry didn't say anything. I didn't expect him to either. He just let me cry into his shoulder. I always thought that I was a pretty crier. Now I realized there was no such thing. Or at least for me.
"This year's almost over, and I wasn't there for a lot of it all because of my rotten father. And now I cry when he's gone. I just don't understand it."
"Do you think you'll come back to Hogwarts soon?" Harry asked and pulled me closer to him. My forehead was nuzzled in the crook of his neck.
"I don't know. There's only a week left.. what is even the point?" I snuffled.
"You will get to be with me," Harry replied stroking my hair. "and I miss you very much."
I turn my head to look into his eyes. "I miss you too."
Harry looked waited for me to respond o his question. "Maybe not this year. McGonagall will understand. I will probably be able to take my exams at home with some supervision."
Beside me, I could feel Harry's disappointment and it saddened me greatly. "I'm just not ready Harry."
"I understand, don't worry." He pressed his lips tenderly to my forehead and it melted my insides.
"I love you, Harry."
"I love you too."