Hello guys! Its me, Luna, I know its been a while since I or Draco have updated anything, so sorry. This is in progress and I couldnt get the idea out of my head. Please review and let me know if it is worth continuing! ~Love Luna xx
It was late, Harry was extremely aware of this fact, and whilst a bit of him was fucked off, the remaining was just wishfully thinking about his lumpy but warm bed in his run down flat. He paused his fast pace walking for a second to fumble around in his pocket to try and locate his phone. It wasn't new, and it certainly wasn't the top of its range but it played music, and that was all he wanted from cursed softly under his breath as he realized his left earphone wasn't working properly, was was it always the left one, dammit? He tried folding it neatly around his fingers at first, but he soon lost the patience and just scrunched them into a vague ball and stuffed them back into his pocket. Brilliant. Massive assessment, broken earphones, what next? Harry sighed, taking a moment to make himself breathe slowly through his nose, and then out through his mouth. But he didnt feel any calmer about his situation. Maybe it was in through the mouth and out through the nose? He gave it a try, but it just made him feel breathless and flustered. Which, in some cases was a good combination to be, but not at nearly midnight on a Wednesday. He ran a hand through his already ruffled hair and trudged on through the emptying streets, towards the bridge that would then lead him onto his flat. It wouldnt be long now. He found himself smiling a little at the thought, before he frowned. Looking up at the small, gathering crowd blocking his path. He glanced around with a small sigh, figuring he might be able to see what was going on, but he finally realized is he wanted to get to the bottom on what was preventing him from going home, he was going to have to do it the hard way and ask spotted someone in the small crowd that didnt look like would stab him if he spoke, so he stepped, a little awkwardly, towards her.
"Do you know whats going on?" He asked with what he hoped to be a reassuring smile, make it clear he wasn't going to mug her the moment the middle aged women talk. She looked like she was enjoying more than anyone else.
"Looks like a boys about to jump!" She announced.
"Oh!" Harry muttered, leaving him a little bit stunned. He had to take a moment to think about if jumping off bridges was considered a good thing, before he reminded himself it was not. Wait, a boy was going to jump? Why weren't they helping?! He pushed past the over handful of people murmuring to each other, finally making it past, feeling his eyes widen a little. A boy, who looked to be his age was sitting on the small barrier, looking as if it was perfectly natural to be sitting there, and that it was fine he was about to potentially end his life.
"Stop!" Harry shouted, cursing himself as the blond boy jumped, leaving him convinced he was going to topple over the side there and then, but pale fingers flexed on the stone wall, holding on tight as the head turned to stare at the man that had ordered him.
Selfishly, Harrys first thought was that this boy certainly should not jump because of that face. He was gorgeous, very very gorgeous, and although his mind was aware of the fact this was one of the worse situations to get a crush on someone, it didnt stop the blush rushing to his cheeks. He swallowed thickly, wondering frantically what the hell he was meant to do. This boy he had never met was about to jump, what did he say? Did he just grab him and pull him away? No, that would be a bad idea, so did he talk him out of it like in one of those movies?
This entire time the boy was just glaring at him, his head slightly tilted, ignoring the mutters of calling the police to try and stop him. Finally the blond scoffed, turning his head back to look over the river again. Causing Harry to panic a little.
"You um... You might get a cold up there?" Harry offered a little lamely, but he did reason with himself that he had a point. He was only wearing a thin shirt and a pair of jeans, but it got the blonds attention, making him roll his eyes.
"Calm down, Im not going to jump, not yet." The blond drawled slowly, before he smiled, the wet trail of tears on his cheeks flashing a little when he angled his head back towards the street light Harry was stood beneath. "The last thing I am worried about is a cold." He added with a laugh, but it made Harry shiver instead of smile. He licked his lips nervously, his fingers tugging a little at the hem of his thick winter jacket Hermione had insisted he brought.
"Im going to step closer now, okay?" He warned quietly, taking a step forward before he paused, waiting for the boys reaction. When he was still, and not protesting he took another, and then another, until, if he desired, he could reach out and touch the back of his soft shirt. But he didnt, the last thing he wanted was to startle the man before him, he didnt want to cause him to pullet to his death.
"Do you want my jacket?" He asked gently, biting his lip as he heard a small sniff come from the blond.
"I want this all to be over!" He muttered angrily, his voice sounding strained, like he had something stuck in he throat and he was trying to speak around it. "All I fucking want is for this to be over!" The blond shifted, and Harry took another, panicked step forward, thinking he was going to jump there and then, but he only moved to hide his face in his hand, inhaling sharply through his swallowing thickly, scrambling for things to say.
"I... I don't want you to jump." He said finally, his jacket still in his hands, a rejected peace offering. His words caused the blond to still, so Harry tried to think of something else.
"Whats your name?" He asked softly, hoping to prompt the boy into speaking, nobody coming closer to help him. He wasn't sure if he was upset or thankful for this fact. Too many people may panic the already frayed boy, but Harry felt the pressure of being the only one to talk to him. The blond stayed silent for what felt to be hours, before he finally opened his mouth to speak.
"Draco." He whispered so quietly Harry almost didnt hear him. Making the dark haired male smile, nodding his head encouragingly. Before his head snapped up, being able to finally hear sirens coming towards the bridge. He surprised himself by cursing under his breath. Only moments ago he had been praying he would have backup, but now it was here he wasnt so sure about it. He turned his head to inform Draco not to panic, but it was already too late.
"They cant come near me!" He shouted, his hands that had slowly been relaxing gripping tightly onto the wall edge, his white knuckle grip making Harry wince
"I wont let them! I wont, just you and me, okay?" He promised with his own wide eyes, nodding his head quickly. But Draco continued to panic.
"They cant stop me, no one can! I have to do this! I have to, you don't understand!" He rambled, his hair paling as his body trembled, and Harry knew it wasn't from the cold air.
"Draco! Please, come on, we can talk, cant we?" He pressed, making the blond laugh bitterly.
"No one cares! No one, I cant talk to anyone..." He stammered quietly, looking down at Harry with wide and shiny eyes, the simple looking making Harrys hear shatter slowly. He had to help this shaking, scared boy, he had too!
"I will listen, come from the edge? Please?I would hate for you to hurt yourself accidently." He asked softly, holding his hand out for Draco to take. Harry tried his best to try and keep his face calm when inside he felt like a whirlpool of emotion, but he had to try and keep the situation calm. If he looked panicked, God knows how Draco would feel. The blond paused, looking unsure of the offering before he finally nodded. Leaning his leg over the edge to get over the wall. A pale, slender hand reaching to take Harrys, before a loud blast of the hand held microphone from the police car tore through the silence, making Draco jump, his leg slipping as he fell back from the wall, a small cry of fear leaving his lips.
And Harrys heart stopped