The Hidden Promise

Chapter 12: Unveiling Vulnerabilities

Harry's POV:

I walked silently through the corridors of the castle, concealed under the cloak of invisibility. The Marauder's Map held tightly in my hand, I whispered Draco's name, a green dot appeared on the map, indicating his presence in the forbidden forest. Without hesitation, I dashed out of the castle, my heart pounding with anticipation.

As I walked to the middle of the forbidden forest, I opened the map once more, confirming the dot was still right where I stood. Perplexed, I couldn't comprehend why Draco wasn't physically present. Frustration washed over me, but before I could voice my confusion, a voice called out from above, interrupting my thoughts.

"Up here, Potter," Draco's voice rang out, echoing through the trees. I glanced up to find him perched halfway up a tall tree, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. Curiosity piqued, I placed the cloak and map on the ground, my eyes fixed on him as he effortlessly jumped down, landing beside me.

We settled against the tree, the silence between us enveloping the air. Breaking the quietude, I spoke, my voice laced with remorse, "I'm really sorry Ron punched you. I didn't think he had the guts." Draco responded with a simple nod, his gaze distant and guarded. Unable to bear seeing him hurt, I instinctively reached out and gently touched his bruised cheek.

"Why not use your wand to heal yourself?" I asked, inspecting the mark on his left cheek. Draco's reply held a tinge of bitterness, "Dumbledore took away my wand," as he pushed my hand away, a mix of pride and vulnerability shining in his eyes.

Refusing to let him suffer, I grasped his cheek again, silently uttering a healing spell. Warmth flowed through my fingertips, the bruise fading away, leaving behind only smooth skin. Pulling him into a tight embrace, I whispered, "I'm surprised you didn't cry," my hand soothingly rubbing his back.

Draco's response was filled with resignation, "Malfoys aren't allowed to show any signs of weakness, Potter. You should know that by now." I fell silent, the weight of his words sinking in. I realized the struggles he faced, the pressure to always appear strong and self-reliant, unable to depend on anyone without exposing vulnerability.

Sighing, I lifted Draco onto my lap, cradling him in my arms. Leaning down, I pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead, my voice filled with sincerity, "You don't have to be so tough around me, you know."

"Yeah, I know," Draco replied, his voice barely above a whisper. He leaned into my chest, seeking solace and understanding. Cupping his face in my hands, I kissed him, the moment unexpected but undeniably real. He kissed me back, and in that fleeting connection, we discovered a shared desire for comfort and acceptance.

Reluctantly breaking the kiss, I planted more tender kisses along his forehead, gazing up at the night sky together, filled with a sense of awe and wonder. After some time, hand in hand, we made our way back to the Gryffindor dormitory, the quietness of the halls enveloping us. With each step, we walked towards the room that belonged to us, where we could find solace and love in each other's arms.

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