✨ ᴅʀᴀʀʀʏ ᴏɴᴇsʜᴏᴛs ✨

No Strings Attached: 2

“Is it too late to tell you that …

Everything means nothing

if I can’t have you.”

— Shawn Mendes

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Draco and Harry tried their best to forget each other. But it was very hard.

Harry spent sleepless nights, his fingers fiddling with the red and gold tie. He missed Draco. He missed everything about him, his bright blond hair, his perfect pink lips, his milky skin, his smile, his kisses.

Harry avoided looking at him at all times, and so did Draco. They refrained themselves from communicating in any way possible. They cut off from each other completely.

The more time they spent from each other, the more their hearts crumbled second by second.

Draco used to have walls around his heart. Only person was able to break those resolve slowly and steadily, and that person was a certain black-haired Gryffindor.

Draco had completely and uncontrollably fallen for him. He didn't choose this. But you can't help who you fall in love with, can you?

He hated this. He hated everything and everyone. He hated that he felt so vulnerable. He hated that he felt so weak. He hated that he had fallen for him. But he could never get himself to hate the Gryffindork.

Avoiding each other had become a habit.

Maybe that's how they'll get over each other?

Maybe that's how they'll forget each other?

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Draco folded the paper gently into a paper crane. He took a deep breath before blowing it away like a kiss towards Harry Potter. Thankfully, nobody noticed, except a snickering Blaise beside Draco.

Draco elbowed him in the ribs.

The paper crane flew slowly towards the oblivious Gryffindor, landing in his hair. Draco snorted but kept a straight face. He adored the way Harry scrunched up his nose in confusion.

Harry looked up, his hands flailing to see what had landed in his hair. He plucked the origami, knowing fully well who made it.

His fingers studied every nook and crevice of the folded parchment before he opened it. He pressed the paper with the pads of his thumb, getting rid of the creases.

''ᴘᴏᴛᴛᴇʀ,
ɪ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ sᴘᴇᴀᴋ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ. ɪᴛ's ɪᴍᴘᴏʀᴛᴀɴᴛ.
ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀsᴛʀᴏɴᴏᴍʏ ᴛᴏᴡᴇʀ ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴅɪɴɴᴇʀ, ᴛᴏɴɪɢʜᴛ.

ᴍᴀʟғᴏʏ''

Harry's face showed no expression, but his mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and fear.

He wanted to see him just as desperately, but he didn't bother. He was scared that Draco would just laugh at him, mock his feelings.

He was scared of being thrown away further than he was already with the blond.

Their relationship was fragile, so fragile that even a feather touch could break it, never to be joined again.

He couldn't hide his feelings, now could he? It hurts too much. He sighed, taking a side glance at Draco, only to find him looking at him curiously. He blushed and nodded at him.