Well here's the fic in it's own story! Welcome to all new readers :)
Summary: Chapter Summary: An alternative to the bathroom scene in HBP; What if Harry used Expelliarmus? H/D, slash, etc etc. Draco's a bit OOC XD And Harry's still got his Hero complex XP Not a songfic (ew).
Endlessly, He Said.
Harry realized, with a shock so huge it seemed to root him to the spot, that Malfoy was crying – actually crying – tears streaming down his pale face and into the grimy basin. Malfoy gasped and gulped and then, with a great shudder, looked up into the cracked mirror above and saw Harry staring at him over his shoulder.
Malfoy wheeled around, drawing his wand. Instinctively, Harry drew his own. Malfoy's hex missed Harry by inches, shattering the lamp on the wall beside him; Harry threw himself sideways and though Levi- Expelliarmus! A split second change in decision sent Malfoy's wand scattering across the room. Harry trained his wand onto the other boy, ignoring Myrtle's wails in the background as she flushed herself down her toilet.
Malfoy sent watery glare at Harry. "Go on!" he shouted. "Curse me, hex me, do your worst, Potter! Can't be any worse that what He'll do to me!" Malfoy's body wracked with sobs as he slid down the wall behind him, leaning his head on his brought up knees. Harry knew automatically who He was.
Harry hesitated, before gingerly lower his wand and kneeling in front of his rival. He felt strange. He felt as if he should be comforting the blond in front of him, instead of hexing him on the spot as he usually would. He placed a hand on Draco's (when had he become Draco?) shoulder. "Malfoy … Draco… what's he making you do?"
Draco sniffed before lifting his head slightly to look up at Harry with puffy eyes. "What d'you care, Potter? Why would the Great Harry Potter give a damn about a Death Eater?"
'So he is a Death Eater,' Harry thought, but other than that paid Draco's revelation no attention. "I want to help, Mal- Draco. If it's enough to make the Great Draco Malfoy cry then it's enough for Harry Potter to give a damn about."
Draco's eyes narrowed. "You're mocking me!" he hissed, trying to pull his shoulder out from Harry's grip.
In a move that even surprised Harry himself, he pulled Draco sharply into an awkward embrace. The pureblood stiffened, but didn't pull away. "No," Harry murmured into Draco's hair. "I'm not. I don't want to see you crying anymore."
They sat there in almost comfortable silence for what seemed like hours, before Draco pushed himself out of Harry's arms and stared up at him with almost hopeful eyes. "Can you really help me?" he asked.
All Harry's doubts about his 'crush' on Ginny came rushing back to him as he looked down at Draco. Draco, who looked so vulnerable. Draco, whom he had been think about to the point of obsession the entire school year. Draco, whose face was now mere millimeters away from his.
"Yes," Harry whispered, his lips ghosting across Draco's. "but only if you tell me what's wrong. Trust me, Draco."
"I trust you," Draco whispered in returned, eyes drifting closed as their lips collided together in a sow, passionate kiss.
Parting from Draco, breathless, Harry leaned his forehead against the blonds'. "What does he want you to do?"
Tears welled up in Draco's eyes again. "Dumbledore," he whispered hoarsely. "He wants me to kill Dumbledore, or I die."
