I'm still here | Drarry

˜"*°• SEVEN •°*"˜

December 25th 1999
7:16 am

Harry's eyes slowly open and he's greeted with the sleeping face of Draco. He stares for a few moments. At his beautiful face, the sun from the outside is hitting his face at such an effective angle. He looks like an angel from the heavens above.

Harry then remembers who it is he's looking at and jumps outs of bed. Draco wakes up abruptly as Harry had scared him and he looks at Harry with furrowed brows. "What the hell?" Draco spat.

"Did- did we-" Harry worried. Draco sighed and placed his head in his hands. "No potter we didn't, you were too drunk to be taken home and we fell asleep in the same bed. That's it" he explained.

Harry sighed and sat back on the bed. He looked at Draco's shirtless body than his own. His eyes widen and he looked around for his shirt. He searches but couldn't find it.

Draco rubbed his eyes and rested his chin on his palm. "The cleaners must have taken for clothes"

Harry looked upon the bed from the floor "they saw us?" He scolded. Draco rolled his eyes. "Calm down Potter, they don't care."

Harry rolled his win eyes and stood up covering his chest with his arms. "What am I supposed to wear?"

Draco pointed to his closet and Harry walked over to it. He opened the doors and walked in. All of his clothes were either black, white or grey. No colour. None.

He went to grab some black joggers and a grey shirt. As he put the shirt over his head the smell of Draco drowned his nose.

He walked back into the room to see Draco in the bathroom brushing his teeth. "Good, you're brushing your teeth. You always have terrible morning breath" Harry snapped and laughed.

He stopped for a moment asking himself why he said that and cursed at himself. Harry looked outside for a moment and remembered what day it was.

"Draco- it's fucking Christmas" Harry laughed. Draco came out of the bathroom smiling. "Wow, Potter you can read a calendar". Harry rolled his eyes and sat on Draco's bed. He rubbed his hurting head and sighed.

"Come with me," Draco said. Harry furrowed his brows and sat up. They walked down to the kitchen and Draco whipped up something for his head and handover.

Harry drank it trying not to throw up this or last nights dinner.

As Draco made breakfast for the two Harry turned on the radio. Christmas music was playing on it and Harry happily listened as he sat.

"Where's your mother?" Harry wondered. "She left last night to see family". Harry nodded and turned up the music more. He got up from his chair and danced around to the other side of the counter.

Draco stirred the eggs and watched Harry dance. It was amusing. Harry saw him laugh and rolled his eyes. "Alright let's see your moves" Harry challenged.

Draco smirked and set down the spoon. He danced around Harry which made them both laugh. Harry grabbed Draco's hand and spun him around. They laughed and dance to music together.

Nothing mattered right now, just this beautiful moment. Harry placed his hands on Draco's shoulders and Draco's hands went on his back.

They came closer together and held each other. They knew they shouldn't have gotten this close but neither wanted to move. They stayed there until Draco let go to stir the eggs again.

Harry smiled at him and hugged him from behind. Not even thinking about it. Draco held Harry's hands with his own. This moment was pure bliss. Harry just hoped he wouldn't get too attached to it.

They sat together and ate their breakfast in silence. It was a nice silence. A calming silence.

8:59 am

As Draco was in the shower. Harry looked around his room. He walked from his bed to his shelves, then his dresser. He made his way to Draco's desk and sat down in his chair. His desk had a straight view of some of the beautiful gardens that surround his manor.

Harry looked around on his desk and saw a book he recognized. Harry had gotten him it. The red leather stitching Harry made himself. The book was by one of Harry's favourite muggle authors.

He opened the book and saw the note he'd left on it for Draco.

Draco,
       Read this then tell me if you still hate reading muggle books. I love you, happy birthday.
                  - Harry

Reading it warmed his heart. He still kept it. H placed the book back dome but a few papers fell out of it. He cursed at himself and mended down to grab them. The first one he picked up had his name on it. The other had Draco's on it.

With his handwriting. He looked at it with furrowed brows and opened it without hesitation. He knew what this was, how the hell did this get to him. He thought to himself.

Dear Draco L Malfoy,
   
    I write this to you with no intention of it finding you. I'm writing this because I'm still in love with you. Heavily. I can never seem to get you out of my head, when I close my eyes all I see is you, when I dream I think of you. I Come to be thinking of the letter you once wrote me often. I had hoped that when you left that day, you'd return knowing I was alive...but you didn't. I don't blame you. I don't hate you. I just wish I knew why. Why love me so deeply as I love you to then take it away as if it were nothing. You will always be the one for me. No matter how many times we've hurt each other. You are the only one for me Draco Malfoy.

    Just know, I'm still here...I always have been

         - Sincerely Harry J Potter

Harry shook his head and cursed at himself. How did he see this? Why? Why didn't he write back?

He heard the water stop and he placed the letter back in the book. He walked over to the bed and pretended nothing had happened.

Harry grabbed his things quickly and threw on his shoes. He checked the clock and it was only nine am. As he grabbed his jacket Draco walked out of the bathroom.

Harry looked at him, looked him in the eyes and aparated home.

He landed in his bed and dropped all his things. He closed his eyes and hoped Hermione was still asleep.