"Draco, open up!"
Harry was hammering on Draco's dormitory door, only to be met with silence.
"I know you're in there, Draco."
More silence.
Harry stopped pounding. "Please, Draco," he pleaded breathlessly, "I want to see you."
There were two beats of silence before a shaky answer passed through the door.
"You don't want to see me."
Harry's heart physically contracted.
"Draco, I do want to see you," he said softly, trying to bite back tears, "Please open the door."
Two clicks and a crack.
Draco stood at the slightly ajar opening, tear stains tainting his beautiful cheeks. He was unable to meet Harry's eyes.
"I'm so sorry," he whispered.
Harry didn't hesitate for a second before engulfing his boyfriend in the tightest hug.
"You have nothing, absolutely nothing, to be sorry about," Harry said firmly.
"I'm sorry," Draco choked out again and again through heavy sobs on Harry's chest as the door clicked shut behind them.
"Stop saying that, Draco," Harry soothed, stroking his hair.
"I... I hurt you... I hurt you," Draco kept murmuring.
"Your father hurt me, Draco. You didn't. You are still the best person in the world and I love you."
Draco looked up through his watery grey eyes. "How can you still love me after what my father did?" he sniffled. "He was a supporter of—" he shuddered— "V- Voldemort. He helped him k- kill y- your parents."
"Because you're not your father, Draco. You're you. You proved that you were different from the spoilt brats and snobbish parents the day you stood up for me when we were four. And if it weren't for you secretly delivering the documents to the police, they wouldn't even have flipped over the case and found that Peter was guilty of the murder of my parents, not Sirius. I now have a godfather, Draco. And it's all because of you. Not only do you not owe me any apologies, but I owe you the sincerest thank-you. Thank you, Draco. So much."
Draco shivered and buried his head in Harry's chest, silent tears streaming down from his eye sockets. Harry hugged him even tighter. It was a long day for both of them. Harry finding out the biggest betrayal and the deepest loyalty among his parents' closest friends, Draco finding out the darkest secrets of his father.
"Harry," Draco whispered. "I'm scared."
Harry stroked Draco's hunched-over and tense shoulders with a hand, the other gently moving its way down to take Draco's, intertwining their fingers. Harry's heart ached for him. His family's future, which used to be bright and glorious, was reduced to a huge question mark. But all Harry could do at the moment was hold his hand.
"I know, baby, I know," Harry whispered softly. "Put it all on me."
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Put It All On Me (Drarry)
FanfictionHarry never was one with the smoothest life. But a certain blonde-haired boy invited him to put all his worries on him. So, Harry, in return, prompted the boy to also do just that. ✪•✪•✪•✪ Muggle AU, 5.6k words.
