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merp. here's some filler chapter cause like i can't sleep. love you all~

𖣘𖣘𖣘𖣘𖣘𖣘𖣘𖣘𖣘𖣘𖣘𖣘𖣘𖣘𖣘𖣘𖣘𖣘𖣘
𖣘𖣘𖣘𖣘𖣘𖣘𖣘𖣘𖣘𖣘𖣘𖣘𖣘𖣘𖣘𖣘𖣘𖣘𖣘
Draco's P.O.V.

   After the "bathroom incident", Potter was practically hovering over me at all times. Sometimes in the hallway he'd point towards another corridor practically saying, "I'm checking your arm.". He'd change the bandage quite often. I laughed mirthlessly. This important, heroic assed boy fucking cared. As if. Probably just him doing good shit to get extra house points. "Oh let me help the depressed, disgusting, boy out to seem even more important." Tch. Stupid morals.
Third Person (whoop whoop)
Draco was deciding whether or not to go and practice Quidditch a bit. He was quite comfortable in his blue and green sweatshirt, and black shorts. Sure his hair was curly and messy but, whatever. He decided to go over to Pansy. As he walked to the common room he wondered if he should've been a bit more prepared. As soon as he saw all the girls and some boys in a circle as if, they were in a cult. He slowly started walking out but, someone grabbed his wrist. Shit. He spun around seeing his best friend. Sighing, he said, "Pans, I'm not participating in any Satanic rituals today."
Pansy laughed loudly. "No, no darling, we're having a spa day! I was going to ask you if you wanted to join, but, since you're already here, come sit! We can do hair, nails, gossip, drink shots, whatever! We stole some Firewhiskey from Nott!" Pansy knew that Draco would never turn down alcohol. Or gossip. Draco slowly nodded, as if thinking of everything that could possibly go wrong but, still agreeing. "Fabulous! Let's get to it, I don't want the cigarettes burning out." He perked up at that too. At any chance to destroy his body he was given, he took it.
After about an hour, Draco was thoroughly drunk, smelled like cigarettes, and was out as gay to all the Slytherin girls and a few Slytherin boys. He couldn't remember how it happened but, it had something to do with truth or dare. He walked out of the common room half stumbling, to get to the kitchens. He remembered he needed to get some food. Maybe more Firewhiskey. As he walked/stumbled down the corridors ,earning a couple of odd glances his way, Draco noticed a Gryffindor boy with black hair and green eyes. Next to him were Weasley and the Granger girl. (a/n: wELL sPoTtEd-) He immediately knew he should run and had started walking in the opposite direction but, tripped on the floor. Shit, was his only thought as he fell with a loud thud, and a grunt. He heard steps behind him getting nearer, as he struggled to lift himself up.
"Oh.. Hullo, there G-*hiccup*Granger!~"
"Malfoy-? What-? How the bloody hell did you trip on nothing?", Weasley asked.
"*hiccup* I don' really k-*hiccup* know! One minute,*hiccup* I'm going to g-get more F-Fire... F-Fire..? *hiccup* I cant remember the n-name now!", Draco pouted. He hated forgetting things, it made him upset. He felt tears prick his eyes, suddenly. It made him feel useless. He also hated crying in front of people. That, made him feel weak and pathetic, which a Malfoy shouldn't be, according to his father. Draco couldn't hear the Golden Trio anymore. He was remembering all the times his father beat him up for showing the slightest emotion. That's why he built the "Malfoy Mask". It concealed all his emotions. But, now that mask was gone. There on the floor in front of three Gryffindors, Draco Malfoy the Slytherin Prince started crying. Silent, thick tears.
Harry's P.O.V.
I was walking around Hogwarts with 'Mione and Ron, when we heard a thud in front of us. We quickly walked over to see a platinum haired boy on the floor. I smiled a bit. He looked absolutely adorable. Messy hair, painted nails, goofy smile and red cheeks. (a/n upstairs not downstairs! well... not yet. 🌝)
"Oh.. Hullo, there G-*hiccup*Granger!~", he slurred.
"Malfoy-? What-? How the bloody hell did you trip on nothing?", Ron asked, completely exasperated.
"*hiccup* I don' really k-*hiccup* know! One minute,*hiccup* I'm going to g-get more F-Fire... F-Fire..? *hiccup* I cant remember the n-name now!", Draco said sticking his bottom lip out a bit. I really, really, wanted to hug the drunk boy. That's when I noticed with the strong smell of alcohol, there was also a cigarette smell. I wrinkled my nose. That's when I noticed his smokey grey eyes, glazing over and filling with tears.
"Malfoy? Malfoy? Can you hear me?",I asked worriedly, crouching down. Slowly tears slid down his face. I silently started panicking. I turned frantically towards Hermione.
"Hermione! What do I do!" I exclaimed. She looked confused as well, but Ron has turned pale before muttering, "Try the panic attack method thingy.." I stared at him before he sighed, also dropping to the floor.
"Mal- Draco! Draco..Look at me and answer me these questions. What are 5 things you can see?"
"M-my hands, P- *hiccup*Potter, you, the-the corridor wall and Gran-Granger..", he said heavily breathing. I put my hand on his back once again, like in the bathroom, rubbing circles.
"Good. What are 4 things you can touch? Touch them when you tell us."
"*hiccup* The fl-floor, my face, *hiccup* my hair ,and Po-Potter." As he touched all of these things in order, at the last one he brushed his fingers against my hand. I smiled a bit.
"What are 3 things you can hear?"
"Your voi-voice, my breathing and hiccups.", he said quietly with his voice trembling slightly and hiccuped after.
"What are 2 things you smell?"
"Cig-cigarettes ,and-and Fire- Fire-"
"Firewhiskey?",I offered.
"Y-yeah! That thingy~.", the tears has resided and his breathing calmed down. He slumped against my shoulder. I felt my neck and face go up in flames. Hermione glanced at me and smirked.
"Last one. What's one thing you can taste?"
"That's- *hiccup* easyyyyy~", he slurred, "I can taste blood!". I tensed. Hermione looked petrified and Ron paled and gulped. Draco though, simply nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck. I couldn't look at him eye to eye but,I asked firmly "Draco? Why do you taste blood?". I remembered him wiping his mouth somewhere in between the questions, maybe he was bleeding?
Draco simply held up his left hand. Blood was running down in bright red droplets. I realized i hadn't changed the bandage in a while. I rolled up his sleeve slowly, taking in the blood soaked bandage. I gulped. Hermione gasped and said, "We need to take him to Madam Promfrey!" At this Draco's head shot up. He looked scared and alert. He struggled to get up. Ron, Hermione and I probably looked shocked. Draco said, "N-no! You can't take me the- *hiccup* there!", trying to walk away from us. I stood up and walked over to him. He looked bewildered at how quickly I moved.He tried moving away but, I grabbed his arm and some of the cotton gauze I had in my messenger bag. He couldn't really go anywhere he was too weak. I gently wrapped his arm and started leading him back to the dungeons. Ron and Hermione followed close behind. Draco almost tripped again but, I caught him last second. He looked at me ,turning red, and then away. I chuckled at his embarrassment. He scowled at me but, burst into giggles. Giggles. DRACO MALFOY ACTUALLY FUCKING GIGGLED. He's too adorable. I've accepted that I'm bisexual. And that Draco's adorable. And that I may or may not want to kiss him. Or have him as my boyfriend. Maybe. Possibly. It's not like it's possible though-
And at that moment my heart probably stopped. I looked down to see Draco Malfoy's hand intertwined with mine. He was holding my hand. It took me a moment to learn how to breathe and when I looked up at him I saw that he was as red as a strawberry. I laughed. He's bold enough to grab his 'enemies' hand but, turned bright red after.
"S-shut up! I ju-just need h-help walkin'!", he said still stumbling on his words. Pure adorableness.
I looked over at Ron and Hermione and nearly choked. Ron was wiggling his eyebrows when recently, he was fucking insulting him the other week. What a Bipolar ass. And Hermione just smirked knowingly. I looked back at Draco. He was smiling and humming some unknown song. I smiled softly but, my heart twinged. Tomorrow this would all be forgotten. Even if I was helping him with his self-harming things wouldn't be like this. And I wanted things to be like this.
I hadn't realized I was frowning until, Draco stopped walking and cupped my face in his hands.
"W-*hiccups* what's wrong? You d-don't look *hiccup* alright.. W-why?", he stuttered out looking at me with his big, silver eyes.
I could feel my face heating up and i saw Draco turn pink before he pouted, "W-why are you k-keeping se-secrets? I don't like sec-*hiccup*secrets..", he mumbled putting his hands down, his lip trembling. He looked down as if, he was ashamed. This kid literally changed moods every five seconds. I grabbed his hands holding them tightly "I just like this and kind of wish you won't forget this by tomorrow morning. I like kind of being friends and joking around. That's all."
Draco looked at me as if, searching for proof of a lie. He bit his peachy lips and by then I was practically dying, resisting the urge to kiss him.
He smiled a bit before saying, "I c-could ask *hiccup* Pansy f-for a hang-gover potion..? That's the only p-potion sh can m-make!",he giggled.

Maybe this won't be a total loss.

a/n:
ugh sorry for this trash. it's past 4:00 am where i live! love you all!

muah!~ 💋
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