You don't want me ~Drarry~

7

3rd POV

After lunch, Harry decided to finish his potions homework knowing that he would need help and it would be the perfect chance to get close to Draco again. He couldn't help it. After that little moment on the school grounds, he felt like they have bonded even if they didn't talk.

He went back to his common room and saw Draco sitting on one of the bean bags; reading. He cleared his throat and took a seat next to the blonde's leg.

"What are you doing sitting next to my leg, Harry ? Are your glasses not working correctly ? I can see that there are tons of empty seats in this common room." He said without the venom and malice but instead a little teasing tone.

"Yes, I can see that, Draco. I just wanted to ask you if you could help me with my potions essay." He said while rubbing the back of his neck nervously, afraid of rejection.

"Fine. Let's go to one of the tables. Surely you don't want to study bowing at my feet." "Yes, your highness." Harry bowed and Draco let out a small giggle. Cute.

They took a seat near the windowsill. The trees were swaying from the wind. The rain clouds are moving closer. Another storm. Draco thought. Harry was reading and trying to find some usefull things to put in his essay.

Draco couldn't help but watch him. He liked how the brunette bit his bottom lip when he was focussed and comb throug his hair when he was getting frustrated. He couldn't help but whimper mentally because Harry was vocal and would let out hot growls whenever he doesn't understand. It was weird to know someone could posses those kind of sounds but alas, Harry Potter is The Golden Boy.

After Harry gave four exagerating sighs, the blonde was annoyed and would love to read his book in peace even though he didn't because he was busy staring at Harry.

"Can you do it ?" "No, I don't get it.." Draco turned the parchment and explained Harry about the draught of the living death potion. The gray-eyed boy couldn't comprehend why the boy beside him didn't know about it when they had learnt it in 3rd year. Probably busy because he was hunted down by a criminal that escaped from Azkaban that was actually his god father. Draco rolled his eyes.

After they finished, Harry packed his quills and ink then turned to Draco. "Is there anything else you need help with ?" Harry shook his head, no. "But I have questions." "Ask away, Harry."

"Why are you afraid of thunder or the heavy rain ?" The blonde was taken aback by the question. "How did you—" "You were whimpering and crying.. Last night.. Weren't you awake ?" Harry asked with worried in his eyes and concorned can be heard in his voice.

"It reminded me of the war. The flashes from the lightning and the loud noises from rain. It was like I was reliving the stuff from the manor and the war. And no, I wasn't awake. It was probably a nightmare but I can't remember it after I woke up." He sounded sad and Harry just wanted to hug him and hide him from the evil world. He didn't show any pity because he knew Draco didn't like it and he would put his guard back up. Instead of saying sorry he asked;

"You didn't see a mind healer after the war ?" "No."
"Why ?" Draco looked at him in disbelief. Surely he knew that he's a death eater and has been a rude, bratty, daddy's boy.

"Harry.. Don't you see ? I'm a death eater. No mind healer wanted to help me even after my mother asked the minister for help. They don't want to help a death eater like me." He finished with tears threatening to spill from his eyes. Harry was sad knowing that people would do this to an 18 year old boy.

"But you're not a death eater. You pretended to be one for the sake of the order." Harry tried to reason but Draco had more reasons people didn't want to be close to him.

"Even if I was a fake death eater, people still see the snarky, rude boy that always threaten them using lucius' money." He explained.

"But you've grown and you're not that boy anymore. You're a man that grew and you lived with bad influence. You were just a kid and you've done more good than you've done bad." Harry said with eyes burning trying not to cry. He didn't understand why people couldn't see past Draco. He was just a boy. A broken boy.

"Harry.. You don't get it, do you ? Not everybody is like you, Harry." "What ?" Harry was confused now.

"Not everybody is like you. You see the good and the change in people. You put the past in the past. When people see me they see the boy who tortured muggles and muggle-borns. The boy who help kill their family and friends." He couldn't hold the tears anymore. Harry put a hand around his shoulder and held him tight. He wanted to hide this small, innocent boy away from the big, bad world.

He hooked a finger under the blonde's chin and made him look him in the eye. "But you didn't do any of those. You just took the mark and you didn't kill anybody innocent. Hell, we fought in the same side during the war. You fought with Hermione and Ron beside you. The mark doesn't define you." He wanted the boy in his arms to know that it was just a mark and he didn't do anything wrong.

"But— When they see the mark on my arm, Harry.. They see the mark that killed their friends and family. Even if I took the mark to help your side win. They wouldn't know the story behind it." He buried his face back into Harrys chest while Harry tried to calm him down by rubbing his back.

Harry was trying to figure out how to let people know that the blonde had fought for the light side but there was nothing at all. He wiped the tears of the blondes face with his thumb then continued to take his left arm and examine the mark. He held the blondes gaze and gently put his lips on the snake's head. He kissed the skull. Then he kissed around it. After that, he hugged the boy again and placed a kiss on top of his head.

Harry brought them to their dorm to get clean up for dinner. He didn't notice the time they spent discussing about the mark. He felt bad knowing that there was nothing he could do to make people understand.

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That night after dinner, the storm came and it was heavy with lots of thunder striking near Harry and Draco's window.

When Harry came out of the bathroom, Draco was already in bed, curled in a ball. He looked so vulnerable. His face was covered with tears. Harry knew he was asleep so he went to his bed and slide next to Draco. He pulled him close until they were chest to chest. He wiped away the tears and he fell asleep with Draco's head on his chest and Harry holding him tightly around the waist.

In the morning when Draco woke up in a warm imbrace with comforting arms around him, he felt like Harry was his.

He knew Harry felt the same way. He also noticed the way how Harry looked at him with adoration. How he spends his time with him. He didn't believe it at first because it sounded like a miracle to have the Harry Potter having a crush on him. And he didn't believe in miracles. The only thing holding him back was what if he fell deeper ? What if he fell in love with the green-eyed boy so much that when they break up, he wouldn't know how love feels like ? He was doubting that Harry would like him. A bratty, bully and a boy who had put more weight to the ravenettes boy life. He might have changed but what if Harry thought back about what he had done. He had been bullying, taunting his dead parents, taunting the Weasly family which was Harrys too. What if Harry remembers when they foughg with fists or wands and in the early of 6th year when he crushed the boy's nose with the sole of his shoe. What if Harry hadn't really forgive him ? He couldn't go more deep. He was afraid.

His thoughts were interrupted by the boy underneath him, stroking his hair lovingly.

When they got up, they pretended like it was the most normal thing. They didn't talk about it.

*platonic..yeah right🙄*