If it's real - Drarry

one

Draco stumbled through the halls of the dark castle, wiping his lip and seeing a blood smear on his hand. He had just been punched by another random kid, them saying it had been his fault for the war. He was so tired of it, having no friends and no one that truly cared about him. 

His father was in Azkaban and his mother barley owled him anymore. Pansy and Blaise hadn't returned to Hogwarts for an optional eighth year, and Draco's mom had forced him to return, probably to get him out of the house.

He stopped walking for a moment to study his shaking hand and was about to break down when he heard someone around the corner. He heard the soft sound of a quill on paper, and he rounded the corner to see none other than Harry Potter sitting against the wall, a piece of parchment in his hands as well as a quill. The raven haired boy looked up from his writing.

"Draco?" He asked, almost as if he wasn't sure if it was him.

Draco felt weird being called by his first name, he hadn't heard it since he left his house. It was always Malfoy. He was always going to be a Malfoy, a death eater.

"Potter. Hi." He didn't mean for his voice to sound raspy, but it did.

The boy put down his things next to him and stood up. He walked into a beam of light coming from the moon and was only inches away from Draco. He couldn't help but study the features of the emerald eyed boy in front of him. His hair looked soft and silky, and would occasionally move from the wind. His eyebrows were sharp and pointed and his nose was perfectly rounded at the bottom.

His jawline, so square and sharp, it created a perfect angle to the boys face. Draco watched as the boy studied him as well.

"W-What are you doing here?" Draco asked, the feeling of Harry's eyes on him making him uncomfortable, but somewhat in a good way.

"I was here first. What are you doing here?" His voice wasn't snarky and rude at all, it was warm and inviting.

"I- I was uh, punched again." Draco answered, unable to control his stutter as the boy stepped closer.

Harry brushed his fingers on Draco's face, gently running his thumb over the cut on his cheek, then to the one on his lip. Draco wasn't sure why he didn't pull away, it somehow felt right. Harry dragged his fingers across the bottom lip, then pulled out his wand.

"May I?"

Draco nodded and he started whispering spells to heal the cuts and bruises. Harry then sat back down where he was before and motioned Draco to join him. He sat down, his knee touching with Harry's.

"Why are they punching you?" He asked.

Draco sighed, but felt a weird pull to tell him. "They blame me. For the war and stuff. I mean, I blame myself too, I was the one who let them inside." He paused. "Thank you, bu the way. For saving my life. And i'm really sorry for all the shit I put you through. It really wasn't fair of me to do that to you."

"It's fine Draco. and I would save you any day." Harry told him.

Draco nodded and stared at the floor in front of him when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned and looked into the green eyes he felt pulled to.

"We should go to back to the dorms. It's getting late."

The little class that had returned for eighth year couldn't fit into the house dorms, so a separate tower was built for the returning students. Draco had his own room, and he still wasn't sure why he did, but Mcgonagall insisted. 

He nodded at Harry and they both stood up. Draco froze as Harry leaned close to him, planting a soft kiss on his cheek that didn't have a cut in it. It was so soft, he wasn't even sure if it had happened.