Disclaimer – I don't own HP and I don't pretend to. No money being made. It's all JKR's.
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"Give me a reason to believe."
He said those few words so calmly I blanched. He couldn't be serious. Harry Potter, the soon-to-be savior of the wizarding world, standing on the ledge of the Astronomy Tower, asking me, Draco Malfoy, soon-to-be death eater, to give him a reason not to jump. He couldn't be serious.
"Stop playing Potter and get down here." That's all I could manage before he turned around and looked at me. No, let me rephrase, he didn't look at me, he pleaded to me. His emerald eyes, usually filled with so much love and compassion, reduced to nothing. Nothing shone in his eyes except what shouldn't be there. Pain. That's all I could see. And his pleading.. His silent pleading for me; for me to say anything, anything at all that would make his life worthwhile.
He continued to plead, this time tears fell down his cheeks, making my own gray orbs blurry with my own emotion. I shouldn't want to cry. I shouldn't want to help him. I shouldn't want to save him. I just shouldn't. Soon, it would be my job to destroy him; to break him; to kill him. But.. How could I break someone who has already broken?
Slowly Harry Potter turned away from me and his head bowed. I could only presume he was either looking at the ground below or silently sobbing, silently begging me to save him. A pang in my heart. Who knew I had one? I didn't.
"Pot- Harry. Turn around. Look at me. Let me look into your eyes." I wouldn't ask twice. I think he knew this, because he turned around slowly and raised his eyes to mine. He had been sobbing. Not staring at the ground below; at his death.
My heart fluttered, for lack of a better word. I wasn't used to these feelings and I thought for sure I was close to dying myself. His eyes.. They would forever haunt me, even in my nightmares. He was broken. He couldn't be broken anymore. He was destroyed when Weasley and Granger had hooked up and ran away together. I couldn't destroy him. He was dead on the inside. I couldn't kill him. Soon he would be dead on the outside. I couldn't let him.
I held my hand out to him for the second time in our six years of knowing each other. He stared into my eyes, then down at my hand that was slightly shaking. Could he tell that I would die if he did? Could he tell that I had created my world around him? Could he tell-
He cut my thoughts short as he practically flew off the ledge and into my arms, knocking me over, pulling him down with me. He clung to me as if afraid if he let go I'd be gone. I'd never be gone. I'd never destroy him like Weasley and Granger had. I would never break him. I would never lose him.
I buried my head into his soft hair and freely sobbed. I had almost lost him. If I hadn't been following him.. I didn't want to think about it.
Harry was sobbing in my arms and onto my chest. He told me he loved me and I held him tighter against my chest. I loved him too. Did he know? I think he did. I told him, just to make sure.
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AN – I love MCR and that "Thank You for the Venom" was on and yeahhhh I had to write this. It's short, but cute. Let me know what you though