I don't own these characters, BOI. (Drarry one-shots)
"Hey, Malfoy," A group of Ravenclaws sneered, sauntering up to him."Need something, Boot?" He smirked. "Only some of your time," Terry said, smirking and took a step closer to Draco. Draco leaned against the wall, his arms folded in front of him. His cronies scowled at the blonde. "Let's get down to business," a bulky Ravenclaw growled. Terry punched him in the face. "Ow! What the fuck!" Draco yelled, rubbing his face. "You're just a fucking Death Eater," Terry yelled. Draco flipped him off and that's when his cronies started to get in on the fight. The next several minutes were a blur of yelling and pain. "F-fuck," Draco gasped. Terry stood over him and kicked him. "Bye, scum," he hissed to Draco. They strode away, leaving him collapsed on the floor.
Draco struggled to stand up. He leaned against the wall heavily. All he could think was Find Harry. He stumbled along, heading to Gryffindor. His nose was bleeding and he was limping heavily. He was breathing heavily. He came to the portrait and gasped, "Harry," The Fat Lady looked at him carefully. She came to a conclusion: Let him in. She swung open and Draco staggered in. He entered the common room, a few Gryffindors gaping at him. "Where's Harry," he asked, barely controlling his voice. Nobody answered. "Fine," he huffed, heading for the stairs to the 8th year dormitory. At that moment Harry was walking down the stairs and crashed into Draco. "Watch where you're going-" Harry snapped until he noticed it was Draco. "Draco?!" he gasped. "What happened?" Draco didn't say anything but crashed into Harry's arms, everything going black.
Harry picked Draco up and carried him out of the dorms. He glanced at Draco. He looked pretty beat up. A few Gryffindors were staring, looking shocked to see Harry with Draco. Harry kissed his forehead, smoothing his hair back. He carried him to the hospital wing and laid him down on a bed. Madam Pomfrey hurried over. She cast a quick diagnostic spell and her eyes widened. Harry noticed and asked, "Is he okay?" "He'll be fine, Mr. Potter, but he's pretty beat up," she told him. He sighed in relief. "What's hurt?" he asked. "He broke his nose, fractured his ankle, and cracked a rib or two," she said. "The rest is just bruises." "Wow," Harry breathed.
"You have to go," she said. "I need to treat him," Harry sighed. "Fine, but I'm coming back later," he informed her. Madam Pomfrey nodded and got to work. Harry stomped off.
Draco missed lunch. Harry was getting worried, so he only ate a little bit and left early to visit Draco. He walked up the stairs in a bad mood, missing Draco. He opened the doors to see Draco sleeping peacefully on the bed and his bruises gone. He looked a lot better. Harry smiled and pulled a chair next to the bed. He brushed some hair off Draco's face. "Hey," he said softly. Draco stirred slowly. "Harry?" He said groggily. "I'm here," Harry replied and sat on the side of the bed. Draco grabbed him and tried to pull him closer. "I love you," he announced. "I love you too, babe," he replied, kissing Draco. He pulled away when he needed his breath back. "Who did this to you?" he asked angrily. "Terry Boot and his cronies," he said evenly. "They're mad at me for being a Death Eater in the war." "I'm going to KILL them," Harry hissed. Draco reached for Harry's hand. "It's okay, please don't do it yet," he pleaded gently. "Fine," Harry sighed, massaging the back of Draco's hand. "How do you feel?" he asked. "A little better, but still like shit," Draco said. "Can we tell people about our relationship?" Harry asked. "I don't like keeping things from Ron and Hermione," he told Draco. "I don't know," Draco said uneasily. He sat up, wincing from the pain in his ribs. Harry kissed him. Draco reached up and began to run his fingers through Harry's hair. He moaned softly and kissed him back, happy. They broke away gently, Draco mouthing I love you to Harry, who smiled and moved towards Draco so he could lay his head on Harry's lap. Draco willingly did that, closing his eyes and huffing slightly. "Harry?"
"Hmm?"
"What if I am like that? just a shitty Death Eater with no purpose in life?" Draco couldn't help himself, and he started to cry softly.
"Oh, honey, you're not like that, you're so smart and could do anything you wanted once we get out of school. In fact, you're a great flier and get onto a great team, and you could become a potions master and do so much more, babe," Harry replied and threaded his fingers through his remarkably soft hair.
"But what if no one wants me?"
"I can help you."
"I don't need you to save me, Harry,"
"There's a difference between saving and helping."
Draco sighed and leaned against Harry, who kissed his forehead. Harry slid under the covers and wrapped his arms around his boyfriend. They soon fell asleep. He missed all his afternoon classes, sleeping with Draco. Madam Pomfrey didn't want to wake them so she left them there, with a small smile.