Draco looked out from the astronomy tower, tears filling his eyes. "This is it," he whispered, acknowledging the fact he was going to jump from the tower. Though he was sure he wanted this, he kept reminding himself he deserves it. Standing behind the small gate, he took a careful step over the obstacle. Once over, he sat upon the gate, looking out into the ocean of stars above him, tears running down his unrealistically pale face. He sat there for a number of hours, remembering the good and bad that happened to him in his life. A thought crossed his mind, as he stood and took a step closer to his destination, straight down. Green light flashing, Dumbledore falling, Greyback's cackling. It overwhelmed Draco. He put his hands over his face at the thought of the memory or the moment he refused Dumbledore's help. Draco sobbed into his hands, regretting that he ever refused help. Now, nobody can save him, and he was going to fall to his death, and never have to deal with the thought of everything he messed up in his life time. Draco sat up and took another step closer, his toes hanging off the edge of the ancient castle. He closed his eyes, taking the last step of his life, but he never made it to the hard ground.
A pair of strong arms grabbed his waist, pulling him over the guard rail, and back to safety. Draco looked up only to see none other than the famous Harry Potter, who was holding him tightly, not letting him near the edge of the tower. Draco gritted his teeth, then yelled "Let go of me, I want to die!" More tears streamed down Draco's face as he wriggle away from the raven-haired boy. "No, you're not going to fling yourself off the edge of this tower!," Harry screamed as Draco fought harder. The slytherin's fighting stopped as he put his face in his hands. "You should be happy Potter, a death eater is trying to throw himself out of existence." Harry looked into Draco's eyes, still holding him tightly.
"You're not a death eater. You may be marked, but you're no death eater. The war is over , Malfoy. I really think you should move on." Draco blinked, but resumed struggling against the gryffindor's death-grip. Though Draco fought, Harry never let go of the slytherin. Eventually, the blonde stopped fighting, and he just sobbed into Harry's arms. The scene probably appeared strange to outsiders, but neither wizard cared, for they were both caught up in each other. They sat in mostly silence, besides the occasional sniff.
"You know, you're really cute when you're not sneering at me," Harry breathed, not more than a whisper. Draco's head snapped up, his eyes wide. "W-what?," Draco stuttered, still hacking and sniffing. Harry shrugged, embarrassed. He looked away to hide his blush, obviously not meaning for Draco to hear what he said. "I think you're really cute when you're not sneering at me," he repeated. Draco put his hand on the the gryffindor's face.
"I think you're pretty cute too," Draco said, then gave a wry smile. Harry pulled the blonde closer, then whispered, "I hope I can give you a reason not to jump." Draco gave a pained face, then buried his face in Harry's chest. "I hope you can too," Draco said, his voice muffled.
[A/N]
Yes, I am very aware this story was similar to my last one. I will try harder next time. ;w;
