Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns everything. The characters, the plot, and everything else. But the idea to write it in Draco's point of view was all me.
Blaire Z.
Why Don't We Just Shoot Cupid?
Why Don't We Just Shoot Cupid?
Draco Malfoy was very much in love.
And not just with anyone. Draco Malfoy was in love with the saviour of the wizarding world. The Boy-Who-Lived. The boy who everybody knew of. Who got out from under the Dark Lord's grip every single bloody time. Who attracted the gaze of every male and female alike he'd ever come in contact with.
Harry Potter.
Merlin, he was infuriating. He had gone through so much pain, but still had the air of innocence. Be was beautiful-so beautiful. Irrisistably so.
Of course, Draco never did anything about it. What could he? Just go right up to him and say, "I love you" and expect him to feel the same? As if. The Boy-Who-Lived was definitly not a pouf.
And that's what he told himself again and again. That is, until now.
Harry, Meet me in the Astronomy Tower. 8pm. Tonight. D.
He tied it to the school's owl he'd borrowed after wispering Harry's name.
"What the hell," he murmered to himself. "He can't hate me any more than he already does. Can't hurt."
If he only knew how much it could.
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The November air was cold and Draco's nose stung as he hurried up the stairs to the Astronomy Tower. He shivered and pulled his thin coat tighter around his small frame. He'd only put on a silk button up shirt, and he was freezing.
The faint sound of feet on the stone was heard behind him and he spun around.
And there was Harry, gorgeous as ever, his nose bright red from the night's chill.
"What's this about, Malfoy?" he asked.
Draco looked at him evenly, being as much as a Malfoy as he could. Proud. Brave. Confident. "I needed to talk to you," he drawled.
"What for? If this is a trick to hex me, I swear to Merlin that I will take your wand and stick it up your bloody ar-" Draco cut him off with a glare.
"It's not a trick." With those simple words Harry just sighed.
"Alright then. What do you want?"
"I-I..." Draco inwardly hit himself. Some confidence. "Harry, I..."
Harry but a hand on his shoulder. "You can tell me, Malfoy. It's okay."
Drawing upon all the courage he had, he said evenly, making contact with Harry's green eyes, "Harry, I love you."
The other boys hand slipped off his shoulder. "Holy..."
Draco blushed and looked down at his feet. They stood in silence for a few minutes and then Harry spoke.
"Draco, I'm not gay," Harry said softly, for the first time using his first name. Draco would have been happy, if not for the words that came after it.
"Oh," he said.
"Oh," Harry replied.
Draco looked back at his shoes. "You can go then. I just thought that you should know."
He heard the other boy walk away and just fell to his knees.
For once it didn't matter he was a Malfoy. For once it didn't matter he had a reputation to maintian. He'd just been crushed and he was going to let himself feel it.
So he sobbed. And sobbed. And sobbed. He sobbed so much that he didn't hear Harry come back in and sit next to him.
But he did feel the other boy put his arms around him. And he did hear him as he talked softly to him as he was rocked back and forth.
"Oh, Draco, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. You don't deserve this. Draco, I love you. Just not the same way you do for me. I'm sorry," he murmered.
And Draco just cried in the arms of the one he loved.
"Oh, Draco... It'll be okay. I promise, alright?" Harry said quietly.
Soon Draco's sobs became silent tears, and still Harry rocked him back and forth.
Suddenly Harry spoke up loudly. "Merlin, why don't we just shoot cupid? He must be a real bastard to do something to somebody like you."
Draco smiled smally and sat up. "Yes. Let's shoot him."
Shoot him for making my life so fucked up, he thought.
END