yellow [drarry]

nine.

"Oh yeah, your skin and bones
Turn into something beautiful"

Things were bad.

It's never been this bad.

Harry was drinking.

He never drinks.

Even at parties he never drank.

His head hurt so much.

He wanted to cry.

But his tears never came.

He wanted to scream.

But he didn't have the voice to.

He didn't want to think anymore.

Because all he ever thought about was the war.

All he ever thought about was his nightmares.

His nightmares of Draco being killed in the war.

Leaving Harry full of regrets.

The Slytherin was still with Harry.

He spent the night and brought him food, which Harry didn't eat.

Draco watched him drink.

He was scared that if he left, he would have no one to come back to.

And he couldn't have that.

Not when he hasn't told him he loved him.

Not when he finally got his chance with him.

Not when he hasn't told him how beautiful he was.

But that would never happen.

Because Harry isn't going to get hurt.

Not while Draco's around anyway.