𝐒𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 | 𝘋𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐱𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 -𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵

Draco paced back and forth. It was now 11:00 the time they said that they would inject the poison. None of them wanted Draco to do it, but the blond was too stubborn and he was also their boss so he eventually got his way.

Harry was also in the room. The doctors thought that Draco was just staying so that he could make sure his father was okay, and that Harry was there to support his husband. But that obviously wasn't true.

Harry looked at the blond with worry. "Malfoy, we can get Astoria to do it as we planned. You don't have to. I can see why can't you don't want to kill your fa-" he started.

"Stop! Don't call him that. He isn't my father. He's just some asshole who got my mother pregnant," Draco commanded.

"Right sorry," Harry muttered. "But still we can get Astoria-"

"I can do it," Draco said more to himself than Harry.

"You want to do it. But you can't," Harry told him.

"Shut up! I'm not weak I can kill him," Draco shouted. "I shot him, I know I can kill him."

"I know you're not weak Malfoy," Harry said. "You're not weak for not wanting to kill someone."

"I want to kill him, that's the thing!" Draco shouted. "I want to inject this into him," he held up the needle that contained the poison, "and watch him take his last breath. But I c-can't." Draco was holding back tears.

"Malfoy-" Harry cut himself off. "Draco, calm down take deep breaths."

Draco did as he was told taking in oxygen slowly. He closed his eyes and gripped the needle tighter. He finally opened his eyes after a few minutes and looked towards Lucius.

"You are gonna live another day, but that does not mean I won't kill you eventually," he whispered into the elder blond's ear.

"Harry we're leaving," he said as he walked out of the room with Harry trying to catch up with him.

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Once he got home Draco sat down in his living room trying to stop himself from crying. For eight years he wanted nothing more than to see his father's dead body. Now he was given the chance to kill the man and he didn't. All because a small green-eyed idiot made him a 'better person'.

Now he was about to cry because one, he was weak and two, because he couldn't have that green-eyed idiot. Draco hadn't cried since his mother died. Even crying for that reason made him angry.

"Draco, it's okay to cry," Harry said as he sat beside him.

"No, it's not," Draco said as the first tear fell from his eyes. "Fuck!" He got up from the couch and went to pour himself a drink.

"Draco wait!" Harry tried to catch up with him.

Draco looked through every bottle of alcohol he owned and picked the strongest one. He drank straight from the bottle and it didn't help. The tears wouldn't stop falling.

He looked away from Harry not wanting the other male to see him crying.

"Draco, look at me," Harry said sternly. Draco didn't turn around though.

He stalked over to Draco and grabbed his face. "Please," he whispered.

Draco reluctantly turned his face which was stained from tears. "Good, now why are you crying?"

"I don't even fucking know!" Draco shouted.

Harry didn't know how he could help. If he knew why Draco was crying he would be able to talk to him. But since Draco was being a stubborn git there was nothing Harry could do.

Then the ravenette started to think about what Draco felt and about what could make the blond feel better. He sighed. He really didn't want to do this.

God, this is gonna bite me in the ass later - Harry thought regretfully.

He stood on his tip-toes. He wrapped his arms around Draco's neck. He closed his eyes. He leaned in. Their lips brushed.

Draco finally caught on to what Harry was doing. He wrapped his arms around the smaller male's waist and pulled Harry up so their lips could connect.

Their lips moved together perfectly. Neither one tried to take control of the kiss because it wasn't about that. It was about comfort.

Draco bit down on Harry's plump bottom lip and shoved his tongue in the in the younger man's mouth exploring every bit of it.

Harry was enjoying the kiss way more than he thought he would. He was fighting the urge to moan into the kiss. He was fighting the urge to run his hands through Draco's blond locks. He was fighting the urge to wrap his legs around the blond's waist. He was fighting the urge to break the kiss and beg Draco to take him.

They eventually broke apart for air and just stared at each other in disbelief. Harry pulled Draco down for another kiss but the blond pulled away.

"What's wrong? Do you not want this?" Harry asked sincerely.

Draco shook his head, "I want this and more, but why?"

Harry furrowed his eyebrows "why what?"

"Why did you kiss me?"

"Why did you kiss me back?"

-End of Chapter-

If this chapter seems rushed, no it didn't.

*jumps off something creative*