Harry Potter Oneshots

The Tallest Tower ~ Drarry

⚠️Warnings:⚠️
~Angsty
~Drarry

~Takes place in Harry and Draco's sixth year.

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Harry's PoV:

I sat on the astronomy tower, the tallest tower in Hogwarts. Looking over the far out distance, watching the unicorns gallop around the the outskirts of the forbidden forest, weaving in and out through the trees. Sighing happily, I thought back to all my problems. This made my smile dim a bit, again. You may be wondering 'What problems does the Gryffindor 'Golden Boy' have?' Or 'He's treated like a prince, he's so spoiled!' but I can tell you that none of that is true.

The Dursley's, my 'family', hate me! They hate my living existence. The friends I have, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger have been using me for fame and money. Dumbledore hasn't told me any of the truth about Voldemort, I mean how is 'love' supposed to conquer the 'darkest' dark lord of the century? Merlin knows!

I breath out a shuddering sigh, my warm breath turning to a white smoke as it hits the chilling morning air. Knowing that someone is going to see me if I don't hurry up made me stand up. Leaning my hands back I used them to push me to my feet, now I was standing on shaky legs that reminded me of a foal learning to stand for the first time. Casting a tempus, I looked at the time '06:02' it said.

kneeling down I looked at my shoe laces, bringing one hand down to them to untie them. Pulling the lace of one of the old red converse I was wearing. I then turned to the other lace that was already untied and tugged them off leaving then at my left side. I stood up properly again, but this time my feet where on the cold stone ground, the chilling rock beneath them was nice. chilly, yes... but nice.

Taking my wand out of my pocket again, I casted another tempus: '06:03'. Setting my wand down beside my shoes, I undone the top clasp in my robe. I allowed it to slip off my arms, it landed in a black pool at my bare feet. Bending down, I picked up my Gryffindor robe, and folded it with a neatness that you would not see with any of my other clothes. Setting it down on top of my shoes, once again I lifted my wand; '06:03'.

Now all I had to do was prepare myself.

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Draco's PoV:

I was walking around doing my prefect duties when I heard the shuffling of feet above me. Walking backwards a bit where I could get a good view of the person who was standing on the floor above me. All I could tell was that the boy, male... who was standing up there had blackish hair, it was messy... kinda like Potter's. No! Stop. I just got him out of my brain, I'm not thinking about him again.

I watched from where I was standing, the boy taking his shoes off... 'Weird? That's something Loony would do' (I'm sorry, I had to). He cast a tempus, again 'Weird'. I watched as he set his wand down... 'No this isn't right, he's going to do it. he's going to jump.' He took off his robe, when he turned around I saw something I really didn't want to see. That too familiar lightning bolt scar, the one that belonged to Harry Potter.

I raced up the stairs as quietly as possible. Not wanting to alert him that I was there, I stood at the top of the stairs watching intently as the boy that I secretly love, edge his way towards the gap that was left between the tower and the ground which was over 12000 feet below. I looked down at his arms. Merlin there where scars the whole way from his elbow to his wrists. The skin was red and inflamed, except for the old, white scars that littered his arms. I didn't know what to say so I just came out with it; "Harry?" My voice cracked as I whispered out the name. He turned around and met my eyes. His were dull green and filled with tears, not how they used to be; bright. He looked so broken but what I had to ask myself was 'Was he always broken?' Seeing him like this broke me, but what could I do? I've hurt him so much over the years that he won't trust me.

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Third Person PoV:

Harry turned around and was met with another teenager in his year with unmistakable blond hair. Draco Malfoy. The voice that cracked came from behind him. though the only person that was there was Malfoy. His voice didn't crack. It never did, but he was the only other one here. Harry feeling weak and helpless gathered up as much Gryffindor courage as he could. "What do you want, Malfoy?"

Draco looked at the boy who had just spat those words at him, like so many times before except this time there was an element of sadness with them. Draco was still frozen in the spot, he couldn't believe what he was witnessing, Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived, was trying to commit suicide. Draco took an unsure step forward and held out a shaky hand, "Harry... come away from there."

Harry looked out at the hand reaching out towards him, he didn't know what to do. Take Draco's hand and step away from the edge, going back to his torturous life with the Dursley's and fake, manipulative, two-faced people or step off the edge. Harry had never felt this unsure of himself but after minutes, Draco's hand was still there offering safety. "Why do you care, Malfoy?"

Draco sucked in harsh breath, he really should have seen that one coming. Breathing in again he steadied his outstretched hand, "I care because I like you, a lot. Not as a friend but like as a crush, I guess."

Harry didn't waste anytime replying, "Then why bully me?"

Draco noticed the lack of mention of Harry's 'friends' but didn't take notice of it. Draco ducked his head in embarrassment and said, "I just wanted your attention." He looked up at harry and took another step forward and stretched his hand out further, "Please Harry, don't do this. I can help you, please!"

Harry flinched at the step forward that Draco took, he knew Draco had seen the violent flinch but he didn't say anything. Harry looked down at the edge again realising just how deep a drop it was, he felt nauseous. Not even thinking twice Harry launched himself at Draco. He wanted... no needed, craved to be loved, cared for. Everything. Harry never felt what it was like to be loved. If a person who was your childhood enemy came and helped you when even your friends didn't, he didn't need those friends.

Draco was stunned when the black mop of hair rushed towards him. He wasn't expecting that, though he could feel the poor boy shaking, it wasn't surprising at this point. It was scary, no doubt about that. Draco felt the wet tears soak through his shirt and realised that Harry must have been freezing. Draco took off his robe that he was wearing and rapped it around Harry, who was still sobbing.

Once Harry had finished crying himself to sleep Draco leaned down and kissed his forehead, "I love you, Potter."

~1247