Bitch is that a mistletoe (drarry)

Denial

The first thing I notice is that my eyes are closed. That may seem like an easy thing to realize but I feel like my brain is swimming through murky water. I register that my muscles are sore and that there's faint talking.

I open my eyes a fraction to see a blurry outline of Dean.

"Where are my glasses?" My throat feels like sandpaper.

"Harry lay back down." He says to me and I oblige.

"What's going on?"

"You're in our room, you had a nasty fall and-" he cuts himself off.

"And what?"

"And Malfoy took you back here..." he scans my face for a reaction. "He seemed really upset about something. He was crying and saying sorry. I think he thought you were dead."

The memories flood back into my brain.

"Where is he?"

"That doesn't matter right now just try to go to sleep." As he says that I hear a familiar voice outside our door talking to Seamus.

"Please I just want to see him. Is he awake?" The muffled voice pleads. I can't put a finger on it until Draco Malfoy strides through the door.

He looks tired and defeated, maybe even desperate.

"I'll give you two a moment alone."

I almost object but the look on Malfoy's face stays my tongue. Dean joins Seamus in the hall, muttering a quick silencing charm as he goes.

"Draco-" and like that he's on me. For a second I sit there in shock but my eyes drift closed and I kiss him back. His mouth is warm and inviting. I can feel hot tears roll down his cheeks and I would wipe them away if I wasn't so focused on him.

He pulls back and looks right into my soul. Every secret I have seems laid out before him but it's not uncomfortable. I feel vulnerable looking into his gorgeous silver eyes. He looks at me like I'm fragile, to be cherished. A warm feeling starts in my chest when I look into those eyes. I smile up at him.

Then it hits me.

"Shit! Malfoy get off me!" I scramble out from under him.

I can almost see his heart shatter.

There are those eyes again. Those goddamn eyes. Boring into my soul. His eyes show flashes of emotions.

Surprise, heartbreak, anger, and finally he puts up a wall of resignation.
I can't even be angry at him, I've just put up a wall myself.

He stands, adjusting his robes and walking through the door.

Dean walks back in. One look at his face tells me that every emotion I'm feeling is in plain sight. He sits next to me on my bed. I start to cry a bit. He holds my hands, drys my tears, and tells me I'll be ok.

I never realized how close I am with Dean, we've been roommates for eight years and this display of affection feels so natural. It's platonic but I feel comforted and safe with him next to me.

I don't think I like Malfoy. No I definitely don't fancy malfoy. I couldn't fancy him.

But I didn't say no when he kissed me, both times.

"I think you need this." Seamus gets up and searches for something under his bed, pulling out a plain looking bottle.

He hands the bottle to me and I hold it to my nose. The smell of alcohol hits me along with something sweet. I take a small sip and taste the evil cousin of butterscotch burn a cloying path down my throat.

"Eugh! Where did you get this."

"My parents liquor cabinet." He sits back down and takes a quick swig from the bottle. His face shows distaste but he takes another. He hands the bottle back to me and I mimic him. It's not so bad the second time, or the third, or the fourth.

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My head is pounding again. It's a feeling that's becoming too common for my taste. I look over and see Dean and Seamus cuddling on the floor. I roll my eyes.

"Lovebirds." I mutter and it actually hurts a bit to say it. Malfoy comes to my head again. Waking up to his face, our limbs tangled under white sheets, a slow sleepy kiss.

No. I can't think that.

I grab clean clothes and head to the shower.

After twenty minutes of... showering. I dry myself off in the empty bathroom. Or at least I think it's empty.

Faint sobs come from a few stalls down. I creep down to the curtain holding the sobbing boy.

I peel back the curtain slightly to see a very naked Draco malfoy.

I bolt out of there, finding a corner to hide in. I can feel my face lighting up bright red.

I feel something unfamiliar. My brain fills with the image of his pale skin, water dripping down the contours of his body, his cheeks and nose red from crying, his hair darkened to a dirty blond in the stream of the shower.

That's when I know.

I think I've fallen for Draco Malfoy.

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Ok don't judge me but this chapter might be pandering to the Draco simps 😗 I'm a Luna simp myself so no judgement.

Istg if you say anything about the WHOLESOME PLATONIC relationship between Harry and Dean being romantic I will slit your throat. 👏platonic👏relationships👏are👏valid👏

Love, respect, and gay vibes

~Katherpie