Drarry; A Comfort Story

Chapter 2

Draco POV

I can't believe I did it. Harry is now in my arms cuddling close. He is still crying a tad bit, but he seems to be collecting himself.

He seems comfortable, at least he hasn't tried to escape yet.

He's actually quite still.

The room is so silent, it's deafening.

I feel extremely nervous, I have  no idea what else to do. I decide to think fast, and I start to stroke his soft, messy, raven hair with my fingers. He tilted his head back, allowing me to be able to get at it better.

He's breathing smoothly, sniffling occasionally. It normally takes longer for Granger to calm him down. Is there a small chance..?

"Are you okay now?" I ask in a soft, gentle tone.

"I think so, thank you." He sounded as relaxed as he looked.

And now I realize something.

He always leaves during meals, and when he doesn't, he'll just stare at his plate.

"When was the last time you have eaten?" I ask with genuine concern.

"I-I'm not sure.." He responded, taken aback by the question. He then tried to change the subject.

Poor attempt, really.

"Why are you actually helping me?" He sounds like he actually wanted to know, but I can tell how hard he's trying to avoid answering his given question.

"Just because you rejected my handshake, and left me heartbroken, then acted as if I was your enemy, does not mean that I won't help you. As I already said, I'm a gentleman." My ego is starting to shine through again. It sank a lot after the Battle.

"You started treating me as your enemy first, Malfoy." He reminded. It was true, of course. I was bound to be a Slytherin, and it showed.

I change the subject back, hoping to get the answer I'm looking for.

"You need food, I'm going to find you some." I slipped out from behind him, standing up.

Harry's POV

"You need food, I'm going to find you some." He said, getting up.

"Please stay." I mutter.

Why did I say that? That must have sounded so weird, and desperate. I hate my mouth SO much.

Instead of his usual smirk, he's giving a sweet smile. He looks beautiful, and hot.

"Well, Potter, you need food. So if you want me to be with you, I suggest you come with me."

He reached his hand out to help me up.

And I took it.

"Let's go." He says, not letting go of my hand.

"Malfoy, are going to let go of my hand or not?"

I said that out of my usual habit of retort. I don't want him to let go, his hands feel so soft, warm, and strong. Somewhat comforting.

He must sense something, because he isn't letting go.

"You need to be guided, Potter. I'm sure you can't remember you're way around, with your head all fogged up. I'm the only one here, so I have to guide you."

He has his normal smirk back. Now I see that a soft smile didn't fit him as well as I thought.

But that doesn't mean I don't like it.

Draco's POV

I haven't let go of his hand, and he seems relieved about it. I've got this strong instinct that he returns my feelings.

I drag him out of the bathroom. Dinner was over already, everyone is probably scattered around, because it shouldn't be past curfew yet.

I started to think of anywhere to go, and it then popped into my mind. The Room of Requirement.

I take Harry there. I think of the room I want, and we walk in, hand-in-hand.

The room is colored with Slytherin colors, obviously. There's large bed in the corner, a fireplace surrounded by couches, a bathroom to the side, and a large table filled with all of Harry's favorite treats. He gasps excitedly, and escapes my grasp and rushes to the table.

"Treacle Tarts! Chocolate frogs! Pumpkin Juice! Thank you!" He cheers.

I can't help but chuckle at the stupid, beautiful grin on his face. He eats quickly, and most messily, I might add.

"Slow down or you're going to get a stomach ache. You're getting food all over the place." I smile.

"Sorry, Draco." He slows down.

Wait, wait, wait. What did he just call me? I can't believe this. I want to hear him say it again. He must realize what he said, because in a panicky sort of voice, he apologizes again.

"O-oh I'm sorry Malfoy, I didn't mean to-" He cut himself off when I accidentally interrupt him with a small chuckle.

"Don't stress about it, call me that all you want, but don't ever expect me to call you by your first name."

He chuckles, too. How beautiful it sounds. I wonder how often it is you get to hear a melody like that?

"Okay, but, could we at least become friends? I feel this rivalry is childish." He admits sheepishly.

He holds out his hand for me to shake.

And I take it.

Harry's POV

He takes it! He takes it! I can't believe it, after several years! I'm trying harder than I ever have trying to hide my excitement. I think I think I'm failing miserably.

"Potter, are you okay? You've spaced out." He tilts his head.

"I'm fine, I was just trying to understand why I didn't take your hand in first year."

It's his turn to smile, then it fades and he looked down at his feet.

"Potter, come sit down with me will you?"

I'm confused, what's going on?