A/N: This story is kinda beginner.. I'm a reader, not a writer, this was just something I had to write xDanyway, enjoy if you can :DAnd its not beta'd so all the faults and grammars are mine.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, if I did, Ginny would have died in the chamber of secrets.
Malfoy´s do not cry
Save me
He couldn't do this anymore.
He just couldn't.
Now Draco Malfoy stood at the second floor's bathroom, crying. He had only cried two times in his life, once when he was four years old, he fell out in the garden in Malfoy Manor and hurt his knee. That was the first time his father had slapped him. "Malfoy´s do not cry" he'd said. But now, Draco didn't care about his father or anything else. He only cared about the impossible task the Dark Lord had gave him. He had failed over and over again.
And then there's Harry. Yes, Harry Potter, Golden Boy. But that's the thing, Golden Boy. A Malfoy can't be gay, specially not for his father's Lord's enemy. It was forbidden in every way. Still, Draco couldn't stop think about him. Even if he wouldn't admit it, Draco hoped that Harry would save him. Save him from the Dark Lord, save him from all the pain, save him from all the evil.
But that would never happen, because 1) Harry was a boy. 2) Harry hated him. 3) He had a girlfriend. Stupid bloody Weaselette. The tears flowed down his cheeks now. Moaning Myrtle, who was the only living person - well, "almost living" - who knew how he felt, touched his shoulder and told him everything would be alright. Of course, Draco knew it was a lie. Only Myrtle knew who Draco really was. He was a wimp. A weak wimp. Not that cool, popular person who hated Harry Potter like everyone thought he was. Draco would never hate Harry, as long as he lived – which wasn't so long if he kept on going like this.
Suddenly he heard a voice behind him. "Malfoy? Why are you crying?" a familiar voice said. Draco turned around to find Harry Potter staring at him with pity in his emerald green eyes. Draco quickly wiped the tears off his cheek and put on his usual mask.
"Why do you care, Potter?" he said and tried to sneer at him, but failed.
"I.. you.. is something wrong? You're not the kind of person who cries in bathroom's you know.." Harry said, taking a step closer. Draco didn't answer his question, instead he looked in to Harry's beautiful eyes which shined with concern.
Harry now stood so close to him he could feel his warm breath against his own pale skin. Draco had completely lost his mask and all he could do was to stare at Harry. Another tear ran down his cheek and Harry wiped it away. Draco came back to reality and pushed Harry away from him.
"Stay away from me, you stupid half-blood! I don't need your pity!" Draco screamed. He send a few curses at Harry and put on his mask once again. Harry looked hurt and send a curse on him and he hid behind a basin next to him. "Stupify!" he said and Harry dodged. "Sectumsempra!" Harry screamed and Draco immediately felt an indescribable pain in his chest. It was like his chest was cut open. He fell to the floor, trying to breathe. He saw Harry ran up to him and sat behind him, holding his hand before he closed his eyes. "Please, I'm sorry, forgive me.. Don't die.." he said with a low voice. Draco heard a girl screaming somewhere in the backround about murder.
Could that be true? He was dying? He shut his eyes open to find blood everywhere, a big puddle of blood around him and his chest was covered in red. He looked into Harry's eyes and everything became blur. The last thing he remembered was his broken whisper and the look on Harry's face. "Save me.." he whispered before he lost his consciousness.