Fix You


Part One


"Malfoy? Are you okay?" asks Harry Potter from the Astronomy Tower.

Draco Malfoy is sitting clear on the other side of the tower, his head in his hands—sobbing.

Harry walks slowly toward the young man, trying his best to not spook him.

"Sod off, Potter," Draco Malfoy croaks, not picking his head up from his hands.

Not being one to just leave someone like this, Harry crouches down, placing an apprehensive hand on Draco's shoulder.

Draco shrugs his hand off and moves like he's going to stand, but changes his mind and stays, sobbing right in front of the bloody Boy-Who-Just-Won't-Die.

Draco's breathing calms slowly, if only enough for his violent sobbing to subside as he looks up at Harry, his emerald eyes curious and worried.

"What?" Draco spits, one single tear drop sliding down his cheek.

"What happened?" Harry asks, standing up, reaching for Draco's hand to lift him up as well.

"Like you even care," Draco sniffles, standing up on his own, ignoring Harry.

"Well, I'm a good listener. But, I suppose if you don't want to tell me, you don't have to. But, should you ever, you know how to find me," Harry sighs, turning on his heels and shuffling out of the Astronomy Tower, meeting up with Ron and Hermione and all but forgetting about Draco Malfoy.

Two days pass before Harry hears from Draco again. It comes in the form of a letter, dropped on his plate by an owl during breakfast.

R.O.R. After supper.

-D

Harry quickly folds his note and shoves it into his robes, hoping that Ron and Hermione would just leave it be— but, of course, that was impossible for the two.

"What's that, Harry?" Hermione asks, cautiously.

"Nothing, 'Mione. Just Hagrid. He wants to see me after supper," he lies, hoping his friends believe him.

They seem to, at least, giving Harry a chance to let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

Harry quickly scurries out of the dining hall with Ron and Hermione following.

Each of Harry's morning lessons tick by slowly but surely until lunch.

Harry takes a seat next to Ron and Seamus Finnigan at the Gryffindor table, glancing at each of their faces before chancing a look up at Draco from across the room.

At feeling eyes on him, Draco looks up and right into Harry's eyes. The eye contact lasted only for a couple of seconds, but it sealed the deal of the two young men's meeting in only a few hours. Harry could have even sworn he saw Draco smile, if only a small one.


Harry spends most of his afternoon lesson looking back and forth between the time his Tempus charm has lit and Slughorn's face. Harry knows he only has a short amount of time before he's supposed to go meet with Draco in the Room of Requirement— alone.

Part of Harry fears Draco is going to Obliviate him so he won't remember seeing Draco Malfoy cry. But another part of him silently hopes Draco will open up for once in his life and let Harry help him.

Before Harry even knows it, it's supper time.

Harry swallows harshly as he gulps down his pumpkin juice, hoping hard that Ron and Hermione won't catch onto his jitteriness.

"Are you alright, Harry?" Hermione asks, leaning across the table like a hovering mother.

"Of course, 'Mione. I'm fine, just tired, that's all. After I go see Hagrid, I'll come back to the common room and we can study for McGonagall's test together, yeah?"

"Sure, that is, if I can convince Ron to," she laughs, looking at her boyfriend, who is stuffing his mouth with three pieces of chicken breast.

"I'm sure you'll think of something."

Out of the corner of his eye, Harry notices Draco stand, nod at his friends and take his leave out of the dining hall.

Harry cusses under his breath, knowing that if he left now, people would realize that he's going to meet Draco.

Because of that, Harry waits until the very end of supper, disappearing into the crowds of people trying to get back to their dorms, losing Ron and Hermione.

Harry quickly makes his way up to the Room of Requirement, glancing over his shoulder every few steps to make sure he wasn't being followed.

Harry sighs lightly when he notices that the door to the Room of Requirement has already appeared, leaving him to just open the door.

Draco sits with his legs pressed to his chest, leaning his arms on his knees in front of a large fireplace.

Draco beckons Harry over with a nod of his head. Harry listens, closing the Room of Requirement door behind him before taking a seat about two or three feet away from Draco.

The two young men sit in silence for what Harry thinks is at least a century but in reality of only about a minute and a half until Draco sighs and speaks.

"Potter," he frowns, not looking up at Harry, instead keeping his eyes on the fire dancing on the wood logs.

'"Malfoy." "I haven't heard any rumors about— well, you know. So, I assume either you haven't told anyone what you saw, or more believably, everyone you have told just hasn't come to me about it. Either way, I suppose I'm… Grateful, maybe."

"Is the Great Draco Malfoy thanking Harry Potter? Someone better call Skeeter," Harry laughs lightly before cutting himself off.

"Absolutely not. I am merely saying that maybe I was wrong to think you'd tell my secrets to anyone who would listen."

Harry thinks for a second, wondering if his next question is a wise one.

"So what exactly made you so upset?"

Draco seems taken aback by the abrupt question, but laughs to himself still.

"How is that any of your concern?" Draco asks, warming his hands up by the fire.

"Well, I did find you crying by yourself in the Astronomy Tower, so excuse me for being curious," Harry replies easily.

"Fair enough. If you must know, I've been secretly seeing someone. And as you may have guessed, this person clearly didn't feel the same way I felt about them, unless catching them in bed with a housemate was just friendly," Draco sighs, his eyes glossing over with tears threatening to pour out again.

"Oh, well, that's enough to upset someone. Why were you keeping this relationship secret?" Harry wondered, trying to keep Draco talking, hoping he'd let his guard down for once.

"Apart from the fact that the entire school would probably spontaneously implode, of course, my father would hex me into next week," Draco replied, his voice cracking ever so slightly.

"But why? If this person made you happy, wouldn't your father be happy, too?"

Draco laughs at Harry's ignorance. Did he even know what it was like to be part of a pureblood family?

"Well, apart from this person being a Gryffindor and not a pureblood, he was also the wrong gender for my father to approve," Draco sighs, not believing he just came out to Harry Potter, of all people.

"He. So, you're gay? You know, Malfoy, some people can be surprisingly accepting. Trust me," Harry says, winking at the blonde boy beside him before standing up, brushing off his pants and leaving the Room of Requirement—leaving a slightly bewildered Draco Malfoy behind.


Hey, ya'll, I'm so sorry I haven't posted in a while! My computer broke, and on top of that I got a Mac, so none of my writing programs work with Mac.

But nonetheless, I'm going to continue trying to update for ya'll!

Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed and please review!

xoxo,

K.J