bloodline|drarry

11|watermarks

"who are you when no one is watching?"

"Shit!"

Draco woke up to a loud crash from outside his bed hangings, a clearly very clumsy Potter was clunking his way through their room; apparently being as loud as he possibly could at eight in the morning. Draco pulled open his curtains, Potter was standing in the bathroom brushing his teeth, the door was open ajar. He could see that the other boy had dropped some kind of bottle on the floor, the liquid lining the floor of the bathroom. "Oh for circes sake."

Draco stood up, pushing the door to the bathroom fully open, squinting at the bright of the light above them. Potter stopped, staring at Draco like he had three heads, his eyes dropped to the wet floor, shrugging. "Move" Potter backed into the corner of the small bathroom, Draco bent down, he went to clean the mess but his wand was still in his robe pocket, he sighed. "Potter give me your wand" his eyes didn't leave the mess on the floor, he lifted his hand up, waiting for Potter to give him his wand. "No?" Potter remarked, clutching the wand in his left hand. "I'm not gonna snap it Potter, just give me your wand or clean it up yourself." Draco uttered, Potter smacked his wand down on the bathroom counter, storming out the bathroom.

Draco reached up to grab the wand from the counter, cleaning up the mess. Standing up, smacking his head right off the hard stone. "FUCK!" the pain heating through his head, his eyes stinging. Potter came bounding straight to the bathroom, Draco sat up, feeling his nose drip with blood. Potter grabbed a hand towel from the door, wetting it before gently pulling Draco's head backwards; holding the cold rag against his nose.

It felt nice, being cared for, having someone who heard he was in trouble and instantly ran to his aid; he'd never had anything like that before. It's why he always struggled with letting people in, the only people that had ever cared about him used him as a pawn in Voldemort's game. Feeling Harry's hands on his head, feeling his warmth while he was kneeled next to him, for the first time since Draco was eleven, he felt comfortable in someone else's care.

"I used to get nosebleeds all the time when I was little, this is how the dursleys taught me how to deal with them. Well except they didn't hold me." Harry laughed weakly, Draco leaned back against the chest of the other boy. And they sat like that for what could have been hours, realistically it was five minutes but Draco could have sat there for days. Someone knocking on the door brought them right out of their little daydream.

Potter handed Draco the towel, before getting up to open the door, Draco stood up too; flinching at the now dull pain in the back of his head. He poked his head out of the door, Granger was standing in his room, holding a pile of books. She paused in front of the door. "Why is Draco bleeding Harry?" Granger asked, pointing a look at Potter, who just scoffed. "Because he's an idiot."

"I didn't know idiocy caused people to start spontaneously bleeding from the nose."

Draco bit back a laugh, Potter's eyes narrowed, taking the books from Granger's hands and dropping them onto their shared desk. "Goodbye 'Mione" he keened, she rolled her eyes at him, nodding at Draco before closing the door.

As soon as she left the room Draco burst out laughing, Potter threw a quill at his forehead. He started shoving his stuff into his satchel, slinging it on his shoulder. "I'll see you tonight?" Draco asked, Potter froze for a second before nodding. Leaving without a word.

-

Harry was rushing his way to the Room of Requirement, he was late, he had told Draco that he'd meet him there at nine, it was ten past nine. He'd be too busy laughing about something with Ron and Hermione in Ron's seemingly always empty dorm room, now he was sprinting to the room; praying to every deity that Draco hadn't left.

He charged through the door, breathing a sigh of relief when he saw the blonde hair hunched over a book. He cleared his throat, closing the door loudly, Draco's head whipped up, closing his book with a snap; gesturing for Harry to sit down next to him.

Harry strode over to the green sofa, sinking down into the corner, drawing his knees up to his chest. The air was awkward, neither one of them meeting the other's eyes. Harry looked down to Draco's hands, he was twisting his rings around his fingers, his hands shaking nervously.

"So.. how was your day?" Harry asked, instantly cringing at the stupid question, Draco looked up at him with an annoyed look. "In the nicest way possible Potter, kindly just piss off" he scoffed, leaning back into the sofa. Harry frowned, he was just trying to make light conversation with the boy and he just shot him down immediately. "I'm trying Draco."

"Don't call me that."

Harry was in shock, Draco wanted to be called Malfoy?

"I don't deserve that from you" Draco was back to playing with his rings, his eyes darting away from Harry's. "What?"

"We don't just get to erase everything that happened, I destroyed you for seven years! We don't just get to pretend and start afresh, there is too much history." Draco was pacing back and forth, he wasn't shouting but he was angry, but the anger didn't seem pointed directly at Harry. "No Draco! I get to say what you did to me, I want us to try and fix things, I want this!" Harry stood up, grabbing onto Draco's shoulders to stop him wearing a bloody hole in the floor. Draco shoved his hands off of him, "we can't do this anymore, we've been too friendly with each other recently and it has to stop. We can't be friends, we can't be anything other than enemies." Draco was staring Harry down, his eyes were hollow, like he was only a shell of himself. "But why?! Stop pushi-"

"Roll up my sleeve."

"What?"

"Roll up my sleeve Potter."

Harry pushed up the onyx fabric of Draco's shirt, underneath was his dark mark still penetrating his skin. The wound was deep and coarse, the black ink seeping through his icy skin; although faded, it was very much still there.

"That's why we can't be friends." Draco breathed, the regret lacing through his at the sight of his mark. "Because that is still there, and that will never go away, it is imprinted by my own father." Harry was slightly shocked, he always knew getting the dark mark wasn't Draco's idea, but his own father gave him the mark? And Draco just had to go along with it because there was no one else he could go to.

"Why didn't you just leave them?" Harry asked, genuinely. Draco sat back down on the sofa, shrugging faintly. "Because family is family, no matter how fucked up it is." Harry could attest to that one, even if the people who raised you were complete monsters, they still raised you and you can't go back on that. "And when they're all you've ever had, there's not much else you can do." Draco sighed,Harry nodded, knowing exactly what Draco felt like.

"Do you even know why I hated you?" Draco asked, looking up to Harry.

"I just assumed it was because of my blood?" That was true, he always just guessed Draco hated him so much was because his mum was muggleborn, and when it all boiled down to it; Draco had been a blood supremacist.

"No." Draco said. "It was because you made me question everything they ever told me."