A newfound friendship (A Drarry Story) (8th year Drarry)

Chapter 12- Desserts and disscussions

Draco's POV:
"Are you sure you can eat all that Harry?" I ask staring at the plates of dessert in front of him.
"It's not that much," he mumbles through a mouthful of apple crumble.
"Oh no, of course not, just Apple pie, Treacle tart, white chocolate and raspberry cheesecake, chocolate fudge cake with ice cream cake and banana frittata with syrup," I laugh as he moves onto the cheesecake. "Just you watch, I'll eat it all," he says cheekily.
"I know you will, that's what I'm worried about."
He laughs at me rolling his eyes and bringing a fork to my lips for me to try. I wrap my lips around it, enjoying the taste. It reminds me of when I used to sneak off to bake with Bunny when I was younger.
He smiles at me curiously as though he was wondering what I was thinking, but he doesn't press for information he simply moves onto the treacle tart.
"Ugh this is my absolute favourite," he moans, slowing his pace to enjoy it.
" I know, you always eat it when it's available in the great hall. I think I might have seen you consider punching Finnigan once when he got the last piece."
He snorts into his food at my comment and before I scold the undignified behaviour he's asking me how I know he always eats it when it's available.
"Ohh umm well I just noticed, you know like over the years, I think the first year it was actually a fascination for chocolate cake, " I tell him feeling my face flush at the ungodly, Slytherin-like smirk that made its way onto his face.
"Oh so you've always been obsessed with me," he teases and a roll my eyes at him. "I actually think it's rather sweet you noticed, I don't think my close friends could tell me the details of what I've eaten and the things I've said and done over the years, but I bet you could. I can probably do the same with you if I'm honest, I know I've always been obsessed," he flirts dramatically.
"Not obsessed, mearly interested or concerned about what you were up to," I bite back crossing my arms knowing full well it looks like I'm sulking.
"Hmm because I was the one up to things," he teases and I roll my eyes.
"You were always up to things, you were always walking into some threat or trap with no plan apart from your stupid Gryffindor bravery, anyone would be concerned," I tell him narrowing my eyes.
He smiles at me gently, "I never thought you would have cared," he said quietly.
"Hmph," I scoff at him, ignoring the thought of what my father would say about table manners, "I've always cared, scarhead, who else was going to save me from the clutches of a madman," I joke, knowing there was a hint of truth in my statement, of course I cared about what happened to Harry, if he hadn't succeeded I'd probably be dead already.
His eyes flash with affection, he places a hand over my own squeezing gently, "that is very true, what would you have done without me," he jokes with so much care behind his eyes "I'll always save you Draco, you've saved me in more ways than you know, not just at the manor with the snatchers but ever since we've been back at Hogwarts. It was very hard for me to come back, I considered not coming, I didn't think I could face the place again after the war and with Ron and Hermione being so wrapped up in each other I had never felt so alone or isolated. Even though I know it was far from the truth I felt like everyone had moved on completely, no one understood why I was dwelling. But you did, you made me feel like I wasn't alone, our experiences are so similar I feel like you are the only person I have ever been able to connect with on a deeper level. Do you understand me." It was my turn to squeeze his hand and I did, letting him know that I understood completely and felt the same way. I brushed a strand of dark hair away from his eyes and he leaned into my hand gently resting his head there. We both went through some pretty awful things but, I didn't feel like I could even compare what I went through to what he went through, though I'm sure he'd say the same in reverse.
He closed his eyes, placing his hand over my hand that was cupping his face and continued. "The summer was so hard for me to, your trial helped me, it gave me purpose," I must have looked confused at his words because he smiles as he continues.
"I wanted to help you, I needed to help you because you and your mother had done so much for me, helped me so much. I had to make sure the world new that. And I am truly sorry that not everyone accepts you today and..." his voice lowers, "I am truly sorry that I couldn't help your father in the same way. Don't get me wrong I know what he put you and your mother through, I know he did many things of his own volition but he was still your father and I know you try to pretend you don't feel anything toward him but, you do love him, despite it all you love him and I'm sorry you feel like you have to hide that but, not from me, I understand, I never had a family of my own but I think it might be because of that, that I understand."
I feel a tear roll down my cheek and I quickly try to wipe it away but, he catches my hand. I smile sadly at him as he leans forward and gently places his lips on my cheek to catch the falling tears.
"Thank you Harry. It is hard for most people to understand, Merlin I barely understand it sometimes with all he put mother and I through. He is a cruel man, he is set in his ways, prejudiced and very misguided but, I do still love him and I know he loves me, in his own messed up way, he was trying to do what he thought was right for me."
Harry smiles sadly, "I do wish he could have been saved too sometimes, Merlin knows he doesn't deserve it but, I can't help myself but selfishly wish that I could still see him. He's barely a threat now there's no one to control his every move, to be honest he's not much of a dark wizard unless he's being told exactly what to do, not very Slytherin if you ask me," I say bitterly.
"If you want to see him I will make that happen," Harry says firmly, he grabs both of my hands with his own turning me to face him directly.
"Security is pretty tight where he is, I'm not sure they'd let someone like him have a visitor or let someone like me in. But you'd really try to do that for him?" I ask.
"I'd try and do that for you Draco, and I will tell you now if I'm trying to do something for you I will succeed," he says passionately, a cunning look flittering across his face, how this wonderful boy is not a Slytherin is beyond me.
I launch myself across the short distance into his arms, I'd like to think pretty gracefully, he isn't knocked off of his chair only startles slightly so that's good sign. He wraps his strong arms around me, despite being shorter than me he always makes me feel small. Not in a bad way, in a completely perfect way that makes me feel so loved and looked after.
I thank him repeatedly as he strokes me back, I regain composure moving back into my seat but keeping his hand linked with mine. We squeeze each other gently both clearly contented at yet another heart to heart conversation.
" I did definitely consider it," he says after a moment of silence.
I frown, "consider what?" I ask curiously.
"Punching Finnigan in his stupid, treacle tart stealing face," he says frustratedly causing me to laugh, "he didn't even like it that much he just did it to spite me," he sulks causing me to laugh even more uncontrollably. He smiles and soon joins in leading a poor, confused Bunny wondering what an earth was going on when she reentered the room.