Just a small little drabble based on something I was feeling at the time. I'm think of writing some more on this, about Harry helping Draco to forget.
Enjoy!
"Harry do you remember that feeling, back when you were little, back when the only thing you had to worry about was which color to paint the sky in the picture you were paint for your mom and dad? So you remember not having to worry weather or not you look "hot", not having to worry about what cloths you were going to wear, because everything looked good. Not having to worry about passing O.W.L.'s, or turning in an assignment on time, or weather or not you would have a date to the dance, or if you were ever going to do something with your life. Not caring if you made it to collage, got a good paying job, not caring if nobody else like you, because you would always have your imaginary friend. Not thinking about the future, and how you know, how you just know, that no matter how hard you try, your going to fail, that sometimes, you can't be the super hero, you can't always save the world. Fuck, most of the time you can't even save yourself. But back then, you didn't care. You just wanted to play. I would give anything, ANYTHING, to feel that way again." Draco said, sitting in his favorite chair.
"Give me a chance to make you forget about your troubles, let me teach you to feel." Harry said pulling Draco up and into their bedroom.