His firsts were clenched by Draco's neck and he blubbered into Draco's
shirt, "I really thought he loved me, I'm so stupid. Why did I trust him,
why?" Draco thought if he ever me this guy he was going to hurt him, for
hurting Harry.
Draco held Harry close for what seemed like hours. He would whisper comforting things into Harry's ear, about how sorry he was, and how it wasn't Harry's fault. When it seemed like Harry could have no more tears to cry he finally lay still.
Carefully Draco helped Harry down the hall. He wasn't sure if Harry could even see his eyes were so bloodshot. Draco was behind Harry, holding his arms, and steering him. When they reached their room Draco set Harry on the couch and ran to the bathroom. He wet a washcloth with cold water. He took it to Harry and placed it gently over his face. When Draco had been younger his mother would do that for him after he had been crying. It always helped. Then again he brought Harry into his arms, rocking him slowly. All too soon for Harry he felt Draco getting up. The washcloth fell off his eyes. Without much thought he grabbed Draco's arms that were slowing releasing him.
"Please Harry," Draco whispered, "I don't know how much longer I can be this close to you without..." He trailed off after realizing what he was about to say. Harry let go of his arms and nodded, looking down. Draco got up and went to the bathroom, Harry fell face first onto the couch.
He couldn't believe he had just told Draco about Josh, about his Uncle, about the scar, about his life. What if it was just an act, and he would use everything Harry told, against him. Somewhere, Harry knew Draco wouldn't tell anyone, he didn't want him too. He didn't know how long he had been debating Draco's trust in his head until he heard Draco calling his name softly above him.
"What time is it?" Was all Harry could mutter through his face full of pillow. Draco laughed slightly at the muffled voice and replied "Quarter till five, want to go grab some dinner?"
"Yeah, after though, we have to go see Dumbledore. He wants to talk, again" Harry said, sighed the last part. He wasn't sure how much more drama he could take in one day.
"Oh, ok. When did you talk to him?" Draco asked, curious.
"Well, this morning," Harry said hesitantly, sitting up. He wasn't sure if he sound tell Draco about Hermione "before I found you in that classroom."
"M'kay," Draco said, not even thinking to ask why. "Well, let's get goin'."
"Alright" Harry said, standing up. Being the only students at Hogwarts the boys were allowed to eat in the kitchens. On the way down Harry reached for Draco's hand but he pulled away. Harry grabbed it back and wouldn't let go. They didn't talk the rest of the way.
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I really don't like how this is going. If anyone has suggestions they are welcome. I'm sorry it took me so long to update but like I said, I don't like it. I wrote like five chapter nines and hated them. I gave up and just recently tried writing it again. Please help me! Have a great day! Thanks for your time! ÎMaggieÎ
Draco held Harry close for what seemed like hours. He would whisper comforting things into Harry's ear, about how sorry he was, and how it wasn't Harry's fault. When it seemed like Harry could have no more tears to cry he finally lay still.
Carefully Draco helped Harry down the hall. He wasn't sure if Harry could even see his eyes were so bloodshot. Draco was behind Harry, holding his arms, and steering him. When they reached their room Draco set Harry on the couch and ran to the bathroom. He wet a washcloth with cold water. He took it to Harry and placed it gently over his face. When Draco had been younger his mother would do that for him after he had been crying. It always helped. Then again he brought Harry into his arms, rocking him slowly. All too soon for Harry he felt Draco getting up. The washcloth fell off his eyes. Without much thought he grabbed Draco's arms that were slowing releasing him.
"Please Harry," Draco whispered, "I don't know how much longer I can be this close to you without..." He trailed off after realizing what he was about to say. Harry let go of his arms and nodded, looking down. Draco got up and went to the bathroom, Harry fell face first onto the couch.
He couldn't believe he had just told Draco about Josh, about his Uncle, about the scar, about his life. What if it was just an act, and he would use everything Harry told, against him. Somewhere, Harry knew Draco wouldn't tell anyone, he didn't want him too. He didn't know how long he had been debating Draco's trust in his head until he heard Draco calling his name softly above him.
"What time is it?" Was all Harry could mutter through his face full of pillow. Draco laughed slightly at the muffled voice and replied "Quarter till five, want to go grab some dinner?"
"Yeah, after though, we have to go see Dumbledore. He wants to talk, again" Harry said, sighed the last part. He wasn't sure how much more drama he could take in one day.
"Oh, ok. When did you talk to him?" Draco asked, curious.
"Well, this morning," Harry said hesitantly, sitting up. He wasn't sure if he sound tell Draco about Hermione "before I found you in that classroom."
"M'kay," Draco said, not even thinking to ask why. "Well, let's get goin'."
"Alright" Harry said, standing up. Being the only students at Hogwarts the boys were allowed to eat in the kitchens. On the way down Harry reached for Draco's hand but he pulled away. Harry grabbed it back and wouldn't let go. They didn't talk the rest of the way.
ÎÎÎÎÎÎÎÎÎÎÎÎÎÎÎÎÎÎÎÎÎÎÎÎÎÎÎÎÎÎÎÎÎÎÎÎÎ ÎÎÎÎ A/n
I really don't like how this is going. If anyone has suggestions they are welcome. I'm sorry it took me so long to update but like I said, I don't like it. I wrote like five chapter nines and hated them. I gave up and just recently tried writing it again. Please help me! Have a great day! Thanks for your time! ÎMaggieÎ