LETS MARVIN GAYE AND GET IT ON / private

[dannychan]

draco, in his exhausted and anxious state, didn’t really register that it was harry. he just seemed to sink, covering his head with his arms while he rest his forehead on his knees. his normally perfectly sculpted hair was pretty much just a wave of mess. he closed his eyes, taking a slow breath.

[peridot.]

Harry blinked and frowned slightly, watching the other for a moment before taking in the small frame and wavy almost white hair. He recognized the other and made a soft noise, reaching out to gently touch the other's arm, "Malfoy....? I didn't realize you were coming back..."

[dannychan]

he flinched away, closing his eyes. “please just leave me alone, ok?” he mumbled. he really did sound pitiful, and it was obvious it wasn’t his choice to come back.

[peridot.]

He frowned a bit and pulled his hand back and onto his lap, looking at Draco worriedly for a moment before digging around in his bag. After a moment, he took out a small parchment and a quill, floating them with wandless magic. He silently began to write his first letter to Hermione in his little corner of the small room.

[dannychan]

he quietly turned his head to look at harry from a crack between his
arm, watching him quietly. he didn’t want to saw anything, or ask what he was doing.

[peridot.]

Harry could tell that the other was watching him, but he didn't look up, knowing that the other was probably pretty sensitive still. He continued writing for another moment before glancing at Draco and saying softly, "You still good at potions? I was failing before everything happened last year."

[dannychan]

he was silent for a long moment before just shrugging and looking away again, seeming to space out almost instantly. he hadn’t wanted to start a conversation, just wanted to know who harry was writing and if it was something about him. he wouldn’t be surprised if he was writing to the court to try and get him thrown in azkaban.

[peridot.]

Harry blinked and sighed softly, continuing writing. Once he was done, he gently floated the letter over to in front of Draco. The letter was generally just saying hello to Hermione and Ron, but it did have a bit about Draco at the end. It was not, in fact, trying to get him thrown in prison. It was just a bit about how he was surprised that Draco was back, and how he hoped that the Slytherin was doing alright and nobody was being an asshole to him.

[dannychan]

/triggers: depression, death, war, mental illnesses of many varieties but mostly depression and ptsd + anxiety disorders, suicidal thoughts, alcohol, probably dissociative episodes

draco had decided- more like been forced by his mother- to go back to school. he hadn’t wanted to, he really hadn’t, he didn’t want to see all of the ghosts of those that had died in the battle of hogwarts, he didn’t want to face the kids that had lost their siblings, the ghosts of those who had died, the teachers who had lost beloved students.. he didn’t even want to leave his home. going down diagon alley had been torture. the stares, the mutters, the fear of the people around him, and he knew hogwarts would be worse.

so, once he had gotten on the train, he had sat in the very first seat and sank down, hoping no one would see him as he stared out onto the platform full of people. he had yet to see any of his friends, and he could hear his heart beating so loudly that it drowned out the excited chatter of first years and the slightly scared whispers of returning students. he closed his eyes, trying to block everything out and just curling in his seat, pulling down his sweater sleeves.

[member=503]legiana.[/member]

[peridot.]

Harry had actually decided to return to Hogwarts on his own. He didn't want to have to face the real world of adulthood yet, and he still didn't feel entirely emotionally stable at this point, so spending another year in the comfort of Hogwarts - however diminished that comfort was now - sounded like a dream. Hermione and Ron hadn't decided to come back, since Hermione had already pretty much aced everything, and Ron didn't really want to return to Hogwarts after everything that had happened.

There were still a few people that he knew who had come back, but nobody that he had been particularly close to. The reaction that he had gotten when he had returned to the wizarding world was the exact opposite of what had happened to Draco. People had been ambushing him with questions and praise, and he had been so overwhelmed. The reaction was no different when it was time to get on the train. Not eager to deal with a ton of people surrounding him and asking questions, he had quickly darted into the first compartment that he could get into. Closing the little curtain thing, he breathed a soft sigh of relief before realizing there was another person in with him. Turning to look at them, he blinked and said softly, not quite recognizing Draco all curled in on himself, "Are... Are you okay?"