Haven’t posted anything on here for a while, but check out this snippet of chapter 25 of my fanfiction (or start from the beginning:D)
Later that afternoon just as classes were about to finish Draco scribbled a note on a piece of paper and waited for the perfect time. Bill was just dismissing the class and Pansy had distracted Granger asking her about something he didn’t quite catch. But she was distracted and that was what mattered. Weasley, Potters one- not the teacher, was walking up to his brother and Draco took that opportunity to shove his note into Scarheads hand and bumping shoulders maybe a little too roughly, but he felt that it drove his point harder and kept up appearances to anyone who may have been watching.
He then promptly left the room so he could get back to his quarters before Granger did. Chances were she would be studying with Pansy until dinner, but he didn’t want to risk it.
Running his hand through his hair as he paced in front of his bed he felt his heart rate elevate. He knew that he needed to do something, and as far as he was concerned giving up Granger was out of the question.
Was it, though? It would keep her safe, and he’d been mean to her once before he was sure he could make her believe that he hated her again. But no, no he couldn’t do that. She was like a drug that he’d been taking for too long and now he was addicted. He could wean himself off her, but she made him feel so good why would he?
To save her life? One side of him argued. And it could be true, he hadn’t seen his father in a long time now, how much of a maniac was he? He’d killed before and Draco was sure he wouldn’t hesitate to kill again, particularly someone like Granger.
But with her two best friends, the fiery red headed wench and now himself, Blaise and Pansy she was protected all over the joint. They could handle his father if it ever came to it, but right now in this moment she couldn’t know about it. He couldn’t let her think of being with him as a threat. He would handle it and for once he wouldn’t do it alone.
Draco couldn’t believe that he would ever see a day where he would ask Potter for help, but apparently falling for the likes of Granger called for it. After all, he’d said he wanted a different life, who would have known Potter would have been a part of it. He’d written the bloke off after he didn’t accept his hand shake as an offer of friendship all those years ago. But now they shared an important comparison, they both cared deeply for a very special person. And that settled it, he would ask potter for help and due to the nature of the issue he would comply.
Draco finally stopped pacing and stood right by the pillow that had the note stashed underneath. He reached in and pulled it out, folding it and sticking it into a pocked in the pants he was wearing underneath his school robes. Suddenly finding it very hot he threw his robes on the bed and stalked out the door heading towards the classroom he told Potter to meet him in.