2. Prompted: "I'm feeling very emotionally vulnerable right now so just hold my damn hand." [ROOMMATE/COLLEGE AU] (512)
Hermione closed the book she had been reading the moment Harry walked into the front room of their shared flat, her eyes scanning him before she spoke up, "what's wrong Harry?"
Harry shrugged and laid back against the couch, shutting his eyes, "I'm tired I guess."
"Classes?"
"Yeah," Harry shrugged again and ran his fingers through his longer hair, pulling it into a bun, "just tired."
"You look more than tired, Potter," Draco said walking in from the kitchen, Harry didn't even bother looking up at him and ignored the man as he sat next to him on the couch. "What's wrong?"
"Don't pretend you care," Harry rolled his head to look at the man, who winked, "you're such a leech."
"Ah. The words. It hurts," Draco said dryly, lifting a brow, "honestly, what's wrong?"
"I'm bloody tired!" Harry practically screamed, causing Hermione to jump from across the room.
"Harry," she chided softly, "then go to bed, stop yelling." He relaxed back with a tired sigh, starting when he felt something on his lap glancing down to see Draco having stretched out and resting his feet on Harry's legs. "What are you doing?"
"Relaxing," Draco answered without looking up from the book he was reading now.
"Would you fucking get off of me, Malfoy? You're such a bloody child."
"Language," Draco answered, relaxing further, "you'll upset mother."
Harry looked over at Hermione, watching her chuckle and turn back to her book. "Why are you being more annoying than usual, Malfoy?"
"Because something's wrong and I want to know what it is."
"I'm t-."
"If you say tired one more time Potter I'll be so annoying you'll want to kill me."
"I already want to kill you."
"Then you'll be in Azkaban for doing it," Draco grinned, giving his eyebrows a little wiggle, "now tell me."
"I just feel depressed, okay? Now leave me alone." Harry gave Draco's legs a rough push, which only aided the blonde in sitting up to look at him properly. "What are you doing?"
"I was going to hug you?" Draco said, his arms snaking out to hold Harry who groaned quietly and pushed him away, "don't be depressed Potter, you're no fun when you're depressed."
"Shut up."
"I'll kiss you? That always cheers you up?" Harry glanced across the room to Hermione, who was doing her best to pretend she wasn't there though she was smiling behind her book, "is that what you want a kiss?"
"No."
"What will it take?"
Harry sighed heavily, then he held up a hand almost surprised that Draco shied away, but then figured it was mostly due to his shitty attitude, "I'm feeling very emotionally vulnerable right now so just hold my damn hand!" Draco took it softly, pulling it to his lap and giving his hand a pat as he held it, relaxing back into the couch and using his other hand to prop his book open. Their fingers stayed laced together even when Pansy and Ron came home from the store, and the two looked between them in question.