The Day Before

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A/N This one won't have ANY mention of the Dursleys after this chapter because I feel y'all don't need the pain on this one and they aren't magical creatures like they aren't veela or vampire.

Harrys POV

We were on the Hogwarts express when something happened, the train broke down and we would be there all night, of course, they already had rooms with assigned partners in case this happened, I tuned them out till my name came up, "Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy," I was excited when they said this, but, I had to leave my mask on I can't let anyone know their savior is gay and likes his sworn enemy well, not like, I can't let them know I love Draco Malfoy, I've always felt something for the boy but it only got stronger as the years passed.

Dracos POV

I walked to me and Harrys compartment and he was stood there in the doorway deep in thought, "Potter," I said making him jump,

"Malfoy," he said in a sneer which hurt,

"So, we're sharing a compartment," I said not really knowing what to talk about,

"Yep," he said in boredom than I got an idea,

"I have an idea," I said and he stared at me with his blazing green eyes,

"What is that? Does it involve killing me? Because I'm down," he said and covered his mouth and looked down,

"No, I don't want to kill you, but, why would you be down if I would kill you?" I asked concerned, I mean, I've always felt something for him since we met in Madame Malkins before our first year but I had to put on a mask and be harsh towards him because of my father,

"None of you business Dra-Malfoy, now, what was your idea?" he asked and I looked down not wanting to prod him for an answer,

"I was thinking, let's drop this whole enemy thing and became friends?" I said in more of a question and held out my hand,

"Yeah," he said and took my hand I looked at him and raised an eyebrow,

"Friends?" I asked,

"Friends," he said which hurt a little,

"Now, tell me why you wanna die," I said and he nodded,

"Well, there's the muggles I live with always beating me for fun, then there's this whole Wizarding World Golden Boy Savior thing and it sucks, I mean, they expect my life to be all rainbows and sunshine but it's not, now, if I show you something promise not to tell anyone?" he asked and I nodded,

"Promise," I said and he stood up pulling off his shirt to reveal cuts, bruises, scars, and even more cuts and scars on his arms I stood up and walked over to him, "Did they do this?" 

"Most of them, yeah, the bruises are from them and most of the scars, but, everything else was me," he said getting quieter with every word,

"Why would you do this, Harry?" I asked outstretching my hand to trace one of his scars,

"I don't deserve life, I'm a freak, etcetera," he said flinching when I touched one of his cuts,

"They still hurt, huh?" I asked and he nodded,

"Let's get some sleep," I said and he nodded I pulled off my shirt and got into one of the beds that was put in here.

Third Person POV

That night both boys slept peacefully knowing they were by one another, not as lovers, but, as friends, though being friends hurt both of the boys they would never admit it to anyone only themselves, Harry slept peacefully without any nightmares or worrying about someone finding him covered in cuts, scars, and bruises because, even though they were new friends, he knew somehow that Draco would protect him, both boys moved their hands in sync and their fingers touched, though it was the slightest touch, they both felt a spark somewhere in their heart and didn't know why, maybe it was the dream they were having where they were entangled in each other, but that wasn't it, it was because they were made for each other, though they didn't know it yet, they would soon find out how perfect they were for each other, the Golden Boy Harry wasn't made for the red headed Weaselette, though everyone thought that, he was made for a certain platnium blonde blue-silver eyed boy that he was currently sleeping next to.

A/N How is it so far??? 


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