Harry walked the empty halls of the ancient castle that he calls home, escaping the reality that he has to wake up everyday. He will never have the boy he desires, and now Harry's invisibility cloak and the hallways are a way to cope with the truth.
Draco will never love him, and it's all his fault. He tells himself that if the prat wasn't so snarky and entitled, he would of accepted his friendship, but he knows that's not true. Now Draco knows what it's like to play with the big boys, and he never wants to again. He's forgotten what it's like to hate mudbloods and muggles, because he's experienced true hate at the hands of evil in it's purest form, Lord Voldemort.
Harry found himself in front of a bathroom that contains the chamber of secrets; The second floor girls bathroom, also known as moaning Murtle's bathroom. Harry ran his thumb over the small item in his pocket, remembering why he chose to roam the halls tonight.
Harry found the nearest stall, opened it and found something he never expected, Draco Malfoy. The slytherin swung his pale face around to see who just-so-happened to stumble across him looking an awful mess. It was obvious he'd been crying; his eyes were red and swollen. In his hand he had a curious object, similar to the one Harry had in his pocket. A blade, the silver object that now was Harry's only comfort besides the vacant halls of the school he loves.
Maybe it was a coincidence, or maybe it was fate, but the boys had found each other looked up at the gryffindor, eyes wide. "P-Potter, w-wha-?" but Harry wasn't listening. He launched himself at the slytherin, pulling away the sharp metal object from his trembling fingers. Draco made a whining noise, but made no attempt to reacquire the blade.
Harry took a seat beside Draco, sighing as he slid his back down the stall wall. "So, I'm guessing you're here for the same reason I am, huh?" Draco gave Harry a quizzical look. Harry sighed, pulling out the other blade from his robe pocket. Draco nodded, in agreement and understanding. "yeah, I guess so," Draco whispered, eyes on the stone floor.
Harry cupped Draco's face, forcing him to look into the gryffindor's eyes. "You're beautiful, you know that, right?" Harry said in a hushed tone. Draco jerked his face away, looking at the opposite wall of the stall. "No, no I'm not." Harry squinted, then scooted closer to the pure-blood. Harry leaned near the blonde's ear, whispering, "Please believe me when I say you are." Draco shuddered, but didn't move away from the raven-haired boy. "Only if you believe me when I say you're equally as beautiful." Harry smiled, then let out a relieved sigh. " Alright, Malfoy, It's much better being here with you." Draco gave a soft smile, then slipped his hand in Harry's , resting his head on Harry's shoulder. "Fair enough, Potter, fair enough."
[A/N]
Yes, this story is all over the place. I wrote it at like 3 AM this morning. I'm sorry for avoiding writing the next part of The Task Never Completed.