It Started With Letters - Drarry

Caught And Kissed

It's really late but I wanna get this out for y'all to read so i'm sorry if the editing is shitty.

Draco looked up in surprise as a white and blue owl flew down and dropped a piece of parchment in front of him.

He pushed his chair back slightly to hide the note from Pansys prying eyes and unfolded it slowly.

'To my secret admirer,
You're not so secret anymore'

Draco's heart froze and he snapped his head up to see Harry sprinting from the great hall at full speed.

A couple other people had noticed Harry and most of the teachers were watching him while Hermione and Ron called out for him to come back.

"Shit," Draco hissed under his breath as he shoved the parchment into his pocket.

He contemplated his options for a moment before standing up and swiftly leaving the great hall.

As soon as the great oak doors slammed shut behind him, he started to run.

He saw the end of a cloak whip round a hallway leading to the entrance hall and he pushed into a sprint following the sound of footsteps.

He rounded into the hall gulping for air.

"Where did he go for fucks sake," Draco muttered looking around at the empty room.

He was close to walking defeatedly back to the Slytherin dorms when he realised the door to the grounds was open slightly.

He decided it was worth it to take a look and see if Harry was out in the grounds, so he snuck out of the door and ran down the front steps.

His eyes scanned the grassy field before landing on a figure growing steadily smaller as it neared towards the quidditch changing rooms.

Draco followed quietly, not wanting to call out and scare the boy off.

He kept a good distance between them to mask the sound of his footsteps although he still winced as he stepped down on a twig that snapped beneath him

Harry however, was too caught up in his own head to notice the noise.

'Maybe the note wasn't meant for Draco and the owl got confused he reassured himself.

It just couldn't be Draco, there was no way, he kept thinking.

The thought of his sworn enemy being his secret admirer confused him greatly but he was even more confused about the fact that he was slightly happy it was Draco.

He sighed turning into the Gryffindor changing rooms, which he knew would be empty and stay empty till evening practice.

He approached one of the sinks flipping on the tap and splashing the spine chilling, cold water onto his face.

He let his eyes flicker up towards the mirror and he cautiously touched the red, raw scar on his cheek.

He looked like a bloody monster, a freak, he thought as he stared at his own reflection.

He felt a sudden wave of unexpected sadness wash over him and he stumbled back against the wall behind him, sliding down it as his knees gave way and tears slid loosely down his face.

His crying grew heavier and he drew his knees into his chest not hearing the sound another boy entering the room.

"Harry," The boy whispered tenderly, kneeling down in front of him.

Harry took in a sharp breath and looked up at Draco, who's eyes where wide with worry.

The blonde boy placed a hand on Harry's shoulder comfortingly but Harry shrugged him off hiding his face in his hands.