Not Slytherin (Drarry)

"Have you seen Hermione?" Ron said at the same time as Harry asked, "Have you seen Draco?"

That made them both pause. "Didn't Hermione say she was going to study with Draco?" Ron asked, horror slowly creeping into his voice.

"And Hermione has the diary," Harry said, eyes wide.

Ron stopped for a moment before saying the two words that summed up how they were both feeling. "Bloody hell."

They took off towards the library.

*

Harry felt himself filling with dread as he saw the group of people in the library. He pushed through the crowd, Ron behind him. All the teachers, as well as the Headmaster, were standing at the front of the crowd.

"Headmaster?" Harry asked, his voice small.

Professor McGonagall whipped around, her lips pursed. But what worried Harry the most was how... less cheery the Headmaster looked. The twinkle in his eyes was gone and his normally mysterious smile was replaced by a deep frown. Harry knew something was wrong.

"Hermione?" Ron questioned next to him.

Professor McGonagall's frown deepened and she led them into a secluded corner of the library where the other students couldn't hear them.

"I'm so sorry, you two," she said.

"Hermione?" Ron said again, this time sadder and laced with fear.

"Infirmary."

"Is she--" Ron cut himself off, seemingly unable to finish the sentence.

"She's alive. She's petrified." McGonagall said.

"Draco?--" Harry was cut off by McGonagall, who had suddenly gone rigid.

"You should go see your friend," she said and got up, going back to the other teachers.

Harry stood there, shocked. Something was wrong. Something was terribly wrong.

"Come on!" Ron said and grabbed his hand, leading him through the group of students and in the direction of the Hospital wing.

He could hear the chatter of the students, but they sounded far away and warped. He was worried. He didn't think he'd ever been this worried before. He was worried about Hermione, but he was really worried about Draco. Professor McGonagall had completely ignored him when he had asked about him, but she had heard him. The only reason she would do that was if something was really wrong.

Maybe Draco was dead? The thought turned his blood cold. Draco was his best friend. Even more so than Ron. Ron had Hermione and Harry had Draco. Sure; Hermione and Draco liked to poke fun at Harry and Ron. But in the end, Harry and Draco were always best friends. If Draco was dead, then Harry would never be able to tell Draco how he felt about him. How he saw them as more then friends.

That blasted diary.

They should've gotten rid of it. Should have thrown it into the forbidden forest and let it be eaten by the creatures that lived there. Maybe that would've done it.

"Harry!" someone yelled. It was Ron.

"Yeah?" he said, grabbing Ron's hands to stop him from shaking Harry.

"You zoned out on me," Ron said.

Harry looked around. They were in the hospital wing. Hermione was laying down on one of the beds, frozen with a mirror in her hand and her eyes wide in terror. There was a large bandage on her left leg; it was clearly wounded.